Spinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ~ !"
~ Folly
"Age 13 years.
But, O, what are years ~ ?"
~ Twittering
*
"And therein lies a/the problem
Of all poultry/language in the first place."
~ Dennis
"Poultry,
What's that?"
~ Folly
Poverty paltry pouf Pouilly ~ Fuisse Pouilly ~
Fume poulard poult pounce pound cake poundage pound ~ foolish
pourparler pousse ~ café pousette pout poverty
line
4 pounds Sterling
"My apology ..."
~ Hier
"What's that?"
~ Twittering
"... as you can see, my technology, primitive,
My tendency, pedantic,
But if you see Kay, say Hey ~ !"
~ Hier
"O, indeed,
Will do, too."
~ Folly
"What you see
Still appears pedantically semantic,
Completely
Romantic, or Etruscan, so consider seeing,
Consider looking, if utterly lost,
Or quite simply raving Mad, Maddder than a Read Manhattan Hatttter
Maker ~
Where another difference might be found ~
Looky here, I mean hear,
I mean with both sight
And sound."
~ Hier
"Or tactile, too, or tiles
>From The Hyperbola, if you hyperventilate ..."
~ Axelated Isomer
"The differences are compounded, when considered
As syntactic, or strategic, or lacking tact,
Full of Pepper's mint advertisement,
Or Trident's 3 ~ pronged spear's intent, Hermes, O,
Yes, Hermeneutics,
If picked fresh. Quite simply, also known as alchemy."
~ Hier
"Of mind, or matter? Or
Merely, you, a messenger? If so, just
Say so ~ ! Eager ears, perky points must
Know."
~ Folly
"Or, bottle, a vessel, a time capsule, hermetically
Sealed? Or Ms.
Amy Clampit's hermit thrush, or perhaps
That Hermit crab, that Minotaur
Who lives alone inside a maze, that labyrinth
On The Far Side of Knossos ~ ?
~ Twittering
"... not to mention
The most obvious ~ As a matter of pragmatics."
~ Hier
"Or a
Course in Praxis? Or Equestrian Lessons, How To
Ride a Sea Horse, while in Crete?"
~ Twittering
"Of course,
That may 'sound' idiotic,
but sound works well with semiotics.
~ * A Love
Poem * ~
Love is
perceived
by the
faithful,
and known
to be
faithless.
Love kills
softly
with words."
~ Hier
"Hey ~ !
Seen my Thesaurus ~ ?"
~ Twittering
"The love, alleged, but pledged? The faithful know
Faithlessness. For killings of love follow,
Wound harshly ~ Softly,
Words may heal, offer antidote,
If spoken
By a lofty comforter ~ One who more often
More than comforts, but offers tokens
Of love,
Too. Spoken, by me,
To you, my token, slightly broken,
But hopeful, untarnished, if only dully glittering,
But I twitter ..."
~ Twittering
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