Love on Rhyme

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. 

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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 like

I assume?
You can post the whole thing as one of your works, if you'd like. All the poets involved can.


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 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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Cool Version

Enjoyed. ~A~