Boneyard

A lesson in increasing vocabulary. The idea was to step OUTSIDE comfortable limitations and use many words or terms I usually don't. Learn more of the language. (glossary available on request)

Deep is the boneyard of this old place

liberally planted with rotting dead romances

a decrepit shrine to this heart of mine

 

Remnants of heartstrings drape sentiments tomb

my intrigues all chronicled along Venus’ cartouche

love’s grave markers slanted, by memory now canted

 

Amour’s failures in evidence with unfettered ubiquity

sprinkled in tribute to my cerebral iniquity

with chagrin’s brutal propensity for unfailing alacrity!

 

When deep then in Love’s darkest hour

bloomed there a strikingly vitreous flower

rife with iridescent power, with ardor me to shower

 

Heartened by her ethereal beauty (flashing sly provocative tones)

midst this tired sepulchral booty (still coveting yesterdays bones)

not surprisingly, “moved by duty” (predictably, my greeting droned)

 

But then harkened a voice that, my conscience, provoked

Chiding, my flagging intelligence awoke

Savvy, slick faux-beat-lingo, in haute lexicon by jingo!

 

“The love that you seek son, in a different world, beckons

it’s less about physical, more of the quizzical, where cognizance reckons

You so aren’t on the brink, of the romance you think

is derived from a wink, or from clicking a link!

 

“Why-oh-why you “walk-on-down” the cold puddled streets of

a drab tired dream-ended, wear thought’s worn socks re-mended

same old mind games tended; dreams-ended with hopes blended???!

 

“My man! Dream dimensions beyond this sad place

breed creative ascension, through artistic invention

bring an overdue renaissance to your aesthetic intentions

 

“The meaning you seek isn’t found in lusts kinks

nor found on a drug or the couch of a shrink

the rush you deem buried fast revives in a blink

the formulas not secret, easily mixed in thoughts sink,

an amuse-bouche served ala underland drink

served by words waiters where the metaphors plink

it was there all the time to be tritely succinct

to be found in exploiting your ink!

 

 

“This new dance of expression is performed with the tongue,

Or the thought-voice that sounds in one’s head as it runs

though not spoken, you “hear” it ever drawing you near it,

 

“Whether loose or wound tight, well grounded or tethered,

Whether free-form bodacious or most-like-to-be feathered

hanging outside the envelope, a pangloss or a misanthrope,

 

“from the brim of elation to the brink of bereft of hope

there’s a chance for escape or deliverance if you can cope

if you blow it and hang yourself you can always just get more rope!

 

“Your infatuation with pontification, won’t likely attract of popularities ration

Son you must find a station if this be your vocation

The game will just not brook your procrastination,

bra you best learn some articulation!”

 

So there I stood rooted aghast and a-gander

I was not really sure whe’er to pout or to pander

Her suave had me dumbed-up quite be-flossed and be-flummoxed,

 

How did she with such relish the lingua enfleurage,

New avante-guarde “plume”-age, style precocious encourage

Devoid of that boorish, prosaic so snore-ish,

 

She was gifted no doubt, did she really transcend us?

Or perhaps she came down from on high -hoped to mend us

Nyet! She evolved from the art form that sends us!

 

And her ink bears the black of the ash from the end

of the last charred remains of traditions descend

as creation now morfs and cavorts while it tends

 

the new voice with a twist of the classic to blend

from the verge of passe to the brink of pretend

it’s the new Life we bring to old ink that’s the trend! 

Author's Note

ALL reviews are welcome regardless of experience or education. Truly, I'm interested in your views

Reviews

[Robin]

Although I lean towards minimalism , I found this piece wordilicious , there is a reason for each word in all languages , and for us making them up too , to reach those places of 'oh yeah ' yeah ...

my favorite line - " savvy, slick faux-beat-lingo, in haute lexicon by jingo!"

metaphoria !

and a sly wink to your finale .

[Rikkevi Rue]

yes this was indeed a ridiculously overzealous indulgence! Bit sure WHAT I was thinking...probably wasn't! Metaphoria indeed!

But thank you for your review my friend. My slow response due to not coming here recently.

[KAOlmsted]

Well, as we all know, Stupidity Kills (shameless self-promotion of my own work *laugh*) As a rather skilled and cunning linguist myself ;-) I enjoyed this gratuitous piece very much, and I thank you for sharing it with us.

-kimmer

[Rikkevi Rue]

well thank you. I can't reread this piece without blushing at its tendency towards blatant whorish proselytizing of verbalization as opposed to the beautiful simplicity of poetry of caliber! But oh well, we've all had our decadent moments no doubt. The true intellectuals have the privately! ha!

[KAOlmsted]

Hmm...not entirely certain how you would proselytize verbalization, but okay ;-) My pleasure.