Love on rhyme like a library in heat
Bumping like cable cars
Careening down the street
Chaos and abandon, words unjared
I'll tell it to you carefully if you just take a seat.
Simple little rhythms stir the heart
Stir the lover's soul to heights new found
"I love I love" they cry into the dark
The passion that incinerates the library down
Simmers, smolders, tearing word structure apart.
The rhyme of love is that there really isn't any
A tasks these poets and soldiers of words do aspire
I think whew the rhyme to any is many
I can run this thing home before we get too tried
And the chaos and abandon is not too plenty.
Verse 3 part 2 (from the
Verse 3 part 2 (from the undying rhythms of Madame djtj)
Simple little rhythms stir the heart
Crying their love out into the dark
Stirring lovers’ souls to newfound heights
A task poets and soldiers of words for aspire
The rhyme of love is that there isn’t any
Chaos and abandon are none to plenty
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You can post the whole thing as one of your works, if you'd like. All the poets involved can.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I realized I didn't have my
I realized I didn't have my contribution written down anywhere. It's not my best work, but it has some interesting concepts that I want to keep. You certainly improved it. I do want to point out a correction. In my referring to chaos and abandon as "None to plenty" should read " none too plenty" unless you were going for a scale of none to plenty as opposed to my use of a cliche none too plenty. Also poets and soldiers...do aspire not for aspire? And the insertion of really back in where it was makes it bounce rythmetically for me.
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Enjoyed. ~A~