Cottage Cheese (surreal Trimeric) for Mindful...

So to speak, avoiding the moot questions, I delivered my soliloquy

There must not be reason to cry as tears must duct before the fall

Frightful symphonics transpose transitive dialects into fuguepie

Showing time has left the fourth and fifth dimensions forever

There must not be reason to cry as tears must duct before the fall

And pillows of the gizzers reach sanitary misfortunes in dreamtime

Allowing for misconceptions involving lewd tenor sax concertos

Frightful symphonics transpose transitive dialects into fuguepie

As arrangements collide in skewed harmonics, raspy and chewsy

Denoting less passion towards highly deluded prognostications

Showing time has left the fourth and fifth dimensions forever

Divided by bars, two to the beat, unconscious motivations engaged,

Swelling to a ripe crescendo, vibrated into a magical- euphoric god-spell

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JOHN BECK Apr 18, 2012, 6:01pm UTC

You met the challenge and slew it, Richard.

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 18, 2012, 7:24pm UTC

I be different this time...the prompts prompted my surrealistic nature
thanks, John

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Atticus *. Apr 18, 2012, 9:33pm UTC

The ranting of a madman? Nay, this is genius! ....

Seriously, I love the disjointed connections this poem cobbles together. It is like being in the presence of a scientist/priest talking to himself.

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 18, 2012, 11:21pm UTC

Love it!!! you and my wife both agree
but as all of us struggling poets...just word merchants peddling our wares in the markets of oblivian

Grateful for the comradery, amigo

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stephen berwaldt Apr 18, 2012, 11:52pm UTC

A wonderful trimeric chock full of "words of the day". You have, singlehandedly, the impetus to get "huh" and duh" erased from memory!
Wonderful...this should keep Susan on her toes...

Thank you submitting to Gathers Luminous Writers and Artists.

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 12:52am UTC

ha, I don't know, not everybody likes spagetti but the factory blew up and I had to do what I could do in spite of the fuguepie

I bow to your expertise

Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 19, 2012, 11:09am UTC

The task of Poem-of-the-Day has become nearly impossible! Not only on my toes, Stephen, but spinning on the top of my head.

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Janet "Jax" B. Apr 19, 2012, 12:28am UTC

I raise my vorpal blade and have it go snicker-snack to you!

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 12:54am UTC

oh, me lady, I bow before and after we'll snicker on a chewsy snack...merci

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Priya P. Apr 19, 2012, 12:53am UTC

Wow, you rocked this (as my son would say). Definately the works of a genius.

Thanks for sharing with the Triple Name Club.

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 12:56am UTC

...or as atticus noted a madman...but I graciously accept the rock-on statement...thanks so much, Priya

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wendy st. john-devereaux Apr 19, 2012, 8:44am UTC

wonderful job on this

blessings

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 10:25am UTC

appreciate the comment, Wendy

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A. F. Stewart Apr 19, 2012, 10:23am UTC

A wonderfully esoteric poem.

Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 10:26am UTC

thank you, AF

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Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 19, 2012, 11:12am UTC

I can imagine what it must feel like to someone who's grasp of English is light and they are given a series of instructions to follow. Everything sounds authoritative and competent here, Richard, but at the same time playing with my brain cells.

Surreal, indeed.

Now appearing next to the other trimerics at Mindful Poetry.

Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 19, 2012, 11:12am UTC

who's = whose

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Cottage Cheese (surreal Trimeric) for Mindful Poetry April 18th, 2012

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