Friday, February 13, 2015

"Past Participle"

Make no mistake this is mostly nonsense.  Maybe that's why I like it so much.

Masked inside the meaning and whither on its way
Spoken with the force of gales, it beckons on to say
What then, you shout, to leave it out
Wherefore, you flout a rocky spout
It flickers on, no more to go
Spoken like a broken blow
The power tickles to the flight
Passed along with sparkling night
The perfect participle has such meaning in its way
Not wasted on the maundering, nor wandering to stray
And spoken like true speakers speak
Not lent on loan, nor shadows bleak
I shuffle on and all the while
Behind those eyes, a hidden smile


© 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

"Poetry too"

Poetry too

Compress it down, so much to be
No room for waste, so set it free
Leave room for beauty, love and heart
Build the story from the start
Heart and rhyme, my poetry
Often keyed with imagery
At least the favorites that I write
I hate it when there's driveled spite
Arrrrgggghhhhh!  A pirate's shout I say!!!
Let's stick to fun and love and play!!!!!!!!!!
Let exceptions be the rule
Double entendre, favorite tool
Crazy as the night, but glorious to me
My launch is there for ken through wondrous poetry
It seems, to me, like trill of  bird
Clear as day, who ever heard?!!?!
My biggest struggle, oft, you see
Stopping flow of words to be..........
!!!!CUT IT OUT!!!!

Copyright © 2012 Whickwithy