with the whip of his precise words
he hog ties one's thoughts
manipulates feelings with
conjectured verbs
while auctioning off ideas from behind
a thin language barrier
clever reparte' becomes
his calling card
humility a very pricey hat
he puts on
I'm not yet certain of his gentleman's sway
wing tips perhaps are the reason
for such word attire's rhythm
a catchy ploy perhaps
or a less than obvious virtue
is so terribly hard to convey
no matter how physically beautiful
dimwittedness itself could never even
hope to remotely attract him
in youthful vigor he dresses up
older
to hand off the illusion of sage
but behind his deliberate slow
eyed sleeper's stare back into the camera
the arsenal of his metaphors
grow consistently fatter
while to the hum of plentiful
meter and rhyme
beats the heart of an ultra clever
calculating hunger
that denies common relaxation
its due................
(July 2, 2014 118pm)
So nice of you!!!
I feel honoured indeed. I thank you from the core of my heart for writing such a wonderful poem keeping me (a tiny speck in the world of poetry) in mind. May God bless you. Take care. :)
you are most welcome
butdo keep in mind a speck to some may be a boulder to others. It is all in perception. I thoroughly enjoy reading your poetry. Sincerely, Melissa.