Like a Panegyrist, no! More of Aphaeresis
Red rainbow words paint red rhythmic skies
Slippery and sliding sound found on a fat noun
His guide book laid down in the wet muddy
Holding the head of a gunshot solider buddy
“Poetry’s a gunshot wound through the soul
So severe each tear fills each and every hole”
Gunslingers never forgets that sound
Of the last words they’ve laid down
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Sound just sails along, sound unbound and blown
Poet sound found in the simple thumb of a comb
True to the hurt, true to the bone, just say it heart!
Poetry repairs each and every pounding hair
Songs, they just slays it, not all tight poems are sown
Poetry unleashed unguided unreached and unbound
Types of forms, rules and terms can weigh poets down
Any style will do, poetry comes from emotional fools
It comes down to the sound, drunk birds fooling round
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Ironic these iconic gestures of art
A bound form from an unbound heart
Are the words of gallant regard?
Or a soul peaking, leaching then reaching
Into the steam of a dark parked car
Let loose these words of gravity
Hear rain fall on corrugated shanty
Crisp and crinkling palm prawns underfoot
Run to the sound, waves crashing down, bah-whoosh
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Sound is found unbound blown and free
Poetry wind thrown into the breath of seas
Run from the bindings
Run to the heart
Run strait
Run great
Run long
Run past faith
Into the inner poet heart
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Sometime words wanna ride along
Along the grey skies of a wintery song
Tapestries brushing clean the suns of spring
Hummingbird on gazelle backs begin to sing
Steam forms a lady finished in a lovers scent
A starlight peaks into their entire whole
She feels the silk slide against her savage soul
Words and sound are getting down
