How unreal Insensate Would this life be Without words Sterile Without the sounds to sing my feelings The joy of Tongue Touched by language Threaded through thought Expressed In silken sound Tempered by the vernacular Enriched by our true poets
Sounds of the lover’s Throbbing pleasure Silken sounds Of the singer of songs Soulful sensuous That’s what it’s all about, Alfie.
Living life Loses meaning Is unreal Without The thrall of words In trusted tomes Found fables and The lust for legend Joy discovered In mildewed texts Throbbing with Sound Sense And feeling
I love words in the way I love chocolate. Their lingering taste Their whispering style They way they trip off Slip off the tongue Words to bear in mind Leaving such pleasures behind
And always That thrill That musical trill That sensuous sound Discarding meaning But leaving feeling The desire for more Encore The poet’s drug-store Treasure Island
I’d like a word with you A word in your ear Shakespeare So I’ll be wordy-wise too Will take some words and run with them
I heard a word One day in May I heard it say Come here and play So undeterred A word occurred Third word The word purred Absurd word ‘Twas mockingbird Northern Mockingbird Mimus polyglottos glottal stop or “glo’al stop”
You see where it can take me Tangential thought Verbiage onslaught Overwrought Logorrhoea Here, here!
Words abound Words of wisdom Words of truth Their singing sound stirred, blurred, slurred, So play on words Herds of words Let their joy sing and let them bring Creation’s wellspring and thus … let the welkin ring