A Communion Of Souls

Staging and pealing,

Twisting and reeling,

Rolling towards the webbing

Caressing every regret with an ebb-like flow

The striation is a pattern,

A crazy design weaving forth its amber,

A designation ready to remember,

What it means to truly to have a love that can and will only continue to grow

From fore to aft, side to side

An angular procession, blending to and fro

All that is inside and all that forever shall be

Surrounding every memory you forge anew

It’s all a mystery enveloped in a personal,

Yet universally illustrated Mise en scene,

Only polarity can show the frayed and the perfected—

Forever discovering the artistry, what’s already known,

What’s yet to be seen—whether pristine or faded with flaw

The wild hair’s accosting,

Grasping the ventricles of air

The passion fills the tempest

With the most impossible of stares

It’s an airy companion,

Holding true the prophecies of the divine—

Blending history to the present, merging and melding

Yet again, into whatever, however devotion

Will choose to paint tomorrow’s lines

There’s a breeze across the valley

Engulfing the sated and the hungry—(Here’s a secret)—

The craving never stops—yet, the wisdom of the moment,

Is the enchantment that the frozen mind steals from the soul—ever a reminder, to remain open to the thoroughfares of life—whether pretty or demonic, the colorations and the prism’s of attraction, exist if one desires to search—in which, he or she will then proceed to find

The wizardry in wishing,

An automatic cauldron,

Taking chances as it’s misting overflows

Moonbeams and the dewy drops of stars

Holding tight the apprentice

With a glance espied by tenets wide and far,

A portraiture of awe, a sculpture of splendor—artwork

That only the ancient muse dares define

Couldn’t be more romantic

If her eyes ensnared my own,

Invigorating this flora with each vine that love emotes

Casting forth one vision

     Opening a common sensing,

              A sight that’s only present

In a communion of souls

                  Imagine a world where the exterior truly reflects the beauty that is ever there, always and forever near

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Words Repeated By Children

There are certain things one restates

When in the company of children

And then there are those,

That lose all potency, when a softened

Stance is struck

There are certain things

That kids these days

unexpectedly repeat

They’ll spin back those nasty verbs

The ones you didn’t think

 they could’ve overheard

And oftentimes, they’ll use such terms

When an argument ensues

But instead of admonish them

You cannot hold back the red

And demand they repeat back what they just said

For there’s something inherently funny

when vulgarity is spoken by

innocent girls and boys

oftentimes, such a riot

you cannot remain quiet

and your laughter quickly turns to tears

which of course

is something children hold so dear,

that is, the sound of elation in you they’ve caused

so, unfortunately they’ll surely use such words again, if only to regain your delightful applause.

And so, to compensate

you create made-up languages to replace such words

Or simply become that parent that always and forever spells

Random Connections( well, Ok, not that random)

Joker
Scapegoat
Hypnotist

Doctor
Gardener
Plagiarist

A Man
An Uncle
Yosemite

Bugs
Porky
Completely Daffy

Sport
Play
Bounce

Business
Per Usual
For some

The Spoke In Word

Spoke in word

In tense

To (H) ear

In ovation

Innovation

No big words

Here I fear

Nothing new

Left to cheer

Only

Spoken words

Too intense

To hear

The Letter Q

It’s another linguistically infused crack of dawn

Where dream’s interrupted by the presence of word

Questions looming, high to

         That portion of the brain

         Where simply thought suffices urge

 Are there any words that end in Q?

With a quick bit of research, I came to find:

DEFINED AS SUCH:

Suq, (var. souk) pronounced shook or sook, variant by the tongue, is a noun, a word to describe an open-air place of trade, as one could expect to see, in certain Muslim oriented tracts of land.

Talaq, is another word, derived from the Muslim speech, where it describes a method for divorce, according to Islamic Law

Tranq, is a shortened form for tranquilizer

Tsaddig/tzaddiq- a Hebrew term for a spiritual leader

Umiaq, is a boat made of stretched animal skins as such created by the Inuit people.

Then, to take this question a bit deeper, one would find there are names of people and places to which concludes the nouns. They are:

As seen in Inupiaq, a group of Eskimos, and the term for the language that they use

Or in Mi’kmaq, a variation of Micmac, a group of Native Americans that live, primarily in the provinces of Canada

And then Zia ul-Haq, a famous, sort of, Pakistani president, who was in power from 1978 to 1988

Last but not least, if we dig a little more, uncover some Abbreviations we will find.

Such as:

UNQ, the shorthand form for Unnilquadium, a word of Chemistry and/or Physics, to indicate the provisional name, given to the transuranic element using Atomic # 104.

GHQ or General Headquarters

GQ, or Gentleman’s Quarterly, an American Men’s magazine

And then, finally, we will see, CQ, which are the letters that do appear, at the start of radio broadcasts that are intended for all receivers to hear.

And so the brain was momentarily satisfied, and, allowed I was then, to close my eyes, and dream of lingual thoughts, which some may claim to be, in such a place, the voice of the unconsciousness, elicited through the somewhat coy sounds of clouds-at-hand.