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Salon for Rhyming Poetry - Three


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Poem Number 275
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---je


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Orgiastic Thermopile
heats the night and sparks like wild
High tension power child
Eletroluminescence style
---just me
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Prestidigitate with me
magic made reality
"real" exponentially
changes personality
---je
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On and on the banter goes
if it hurts, they never show
caught up in poetic chase
Humor is their saving grace
---nona
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Paltry powers playing prose
faulty finesse influence shows
ignoring how the rhyme scheme goes
ignorance of game rules steps on toes.
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Wild,wild wolframite
tungsten powered cranium lite
strobe the darkness,make it bright
to guide the poet
while he writes
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Wild,wild wolframite
tungsten powered cranium lite
strobe the darkness,make it bright
to guide the poet
while he writes
- - - ignis
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Please don't make him say it again.
The first time was enough.
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Pooh to you, oh hackneyed critic
eshew the venom in your spirit
regret the curse before you spill it,
confess the charm before you kill it.
---je
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Did you take my verse to heart?
To sham a Shaman, that's not smart
Mrs. Malaprop at her best
gets no exemption from my test
all verses graded. Hold your breath!
Sorry Nona, you get an "F"
---ignis
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Oh, ignis, you wild thing!
Though your prose may not quite sing,
your sarcasm has delightful sting-
what joy to me your inputs bring.
(now, before the insults fling,
I KNOW that "joy" line was reaching!)
---je
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je,je poetic sparrow
shot Cock Robin with rhyming arrows
dipped in elixir they penetrate
giving this old man cause to excogitate...
(My Dear, it's been a pleasure!)
---igis
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As for Mrs. Malaprop
electric ho with brains of snot
Energize us! Make us hot
with verse of mega volts
Sorry Dear, not a jolt
(But please keep trying, I love shock therapy)
---ignis
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Oh ignis, groung yourself with a lightning rod!
Then tip toe naked on wet sod.
---just me
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ground works better
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Tasty tangle wet with words
covulsed, conversing, rocks and birds
vacillating wildly-sublime, absurd,
where else could such things have occured?
(dark thoughts, J.M., I fear you've stirred,
ignis, a pleasure to have lured.)
---je
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