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"Grace of the Mind, Power of the Voice"
by Max PhineasTonight, I will say something charming and witty
Magnificently laced with adages,
Impeccable timing, and eloquent diction.
And Ill elegantly rest my cheek in my palm
With poise so infrequently seen,
That, though uncertain of my point,
You will be persuaded; cast into a realm where doubt is a fairytale.
My words, precious pearls leafed in gold,
Will dance.
Give new rhythm to your ear drums
And tickle the idle synapses of your brain.
And now, all I need
Is to locate the feline
Who has gained ownership of my tongue
02/14/2006 Author's Note: Speak now, or forever hold your tongue.
Posted on 02/14/2006
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/14/06 at 12:58 PM Wonderfully stated. Great choice of words and buildup to that last line. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 02/14/06 at 05:40 PM Very cool, Cole. My evil brain wants the poem to end like this: "leafed in gold, Will dance,
Giv[ing] new rhythm to your ear drums
And tickl[ing] the idle synapses of your brain."
And it wants the title to be: "locating the feline
Who has gained ownership of my tongue."
Either way, I love what you've done here, don't get me wrong!
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| Posted by Rebecca Lin on 02/15/06 at 02:25 AM Very nice! Very nice indeed! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/17/06 at 07:34 PM Cole, I loved the surprised ending! The eloquence of your words is matched by the elegance of the feline image.
~Chelle~ |
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