Quick to temper astride opinionated embellishment,
We jockey for didactic control, one over the other.
The quirt’s sting of word and innuendo,
In soft crescendos a resounding “No.”
‘Tis not the method,
Nor means it seems,
To gather and dissuade
The infectious slather,
Of diatribe and banter.
Come now.
Let us speak of peace.
Author notes
"I would my horse had the speed of your tongue . . ."
A contest entry
- Yummy Literary Quotes to feed your muse (OPEN TO ALL!) by Melee Vau.
1000 points, ended November 13, 27 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the message behind this poem, after all the words that we use to hide, dictate and hurt, the true power of words is their ability to bring peace and healing. This is mirrored through the progressive simplifying of words throughout the poem - down to the direct simplicity of the final lines. fabulous and delicious use of language. love the racing imagery of the jockey and the quirt.
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Oooh, I loved those ending lines - very pithy and succinct!
Thanks for taking the time to enter
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Too quick to run my mouth off that's me
I found some of my self here and probably many others would too; truth be told.
'Come now.
Let us speak of peace.'
I think this line say's it all. Enough!!
Good luck.
Dave
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well done poet
nice take on the prompt
love these lines..
‘Tis not the method,
Nor means it seems,
To gather and dissuade
The infectious slather,
Of diatribe and banter.
good luck to you in the contest
thanks for the share
Darky
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