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Diction
By: Keith Fuchs
PoetryVibe October 2013 Contest
I'm malevolent, yet benevolent.
Irreverant and relevant in any residence.
Scientifically, I defy probablity.
Simply call me an anamoly.
I'm never gonna be the epitome,
Of mediocrity, you can't solve me with trigonometry.
Algebraically, or alphanumerically undefined,
With hypotheses, impervious to analyses, no fallacies!
I refill prescriptions with my intiution.
Educate the masses with out tuition.
If misery loves company, prepare to be lonely.
I'm not enslaved to memories with a goal to control me.
Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious, superfluous logistics
Exponential notions.
These are extraneous variables in locomotion.
Superbly boisterous and silently ubiquitous.
It's a diction, it's addiction.
I said it before, infinite with metaphors.
Mythical not ecclesiastical, mystical.
Not an easy act to pull, lyrically classical
Literally masterful, now that's megalomaniacal!
Parry parody so tactfully,
With tactics so radical, actually naturally.
Esoterik like an ectoplasmic apparition.
Soliciting parishoners, partitioning petitioners.
Epistomologcial and ontological,
Pissed off it's not logical
Prodigal with obstacles
Comparable to EMTs driving to the hospital,
Commandering pockets full, its profitful.
Hospitable with syllables in hospus or a hostel full,
Or hostile doctors armed with stethoscopes.
Stealth to elope, phrenetic pheremones
Kinetic hormones visual on microscopes!
It's a diction, it's addiction.
You take the same word apply two connotations,
The same definition with different explanations
I con federations at my own recreation,
Confederations mimic my re-creations.
It's a jigsaw puzzle with a pop like Trouble!
No chutes and ladders, doc yeah when I throw doubles!
Like Chopin with etudes, I'm hoping to breakthrough.
Graceful with some great tunes, composing to play through.
They sitting at Pop's yeah..sipping on their beers.
They think I disappeared, nah! I'm still here.
Like carbon monoxide, quiet and deadly.
A poet who throws prose that hit heavy!
The greatest treat completing a masterpiece, craftily
When everybody and their mom wrote you off.
But all things come full circle,
That's why diamonds come in rings.
Even Urkel flew high with Winslow!
Ambidextreous with words,
Like adverbs and proverbs
Backwards and forward.
Write a foreward in less than four words,
That'll leave my adversaries perturbed,
Rest assured, I WONT BE DETERRED!
My pen is my sword, language is my art from.
I'll be scribbling from the baptism to the benediction hymn!
Cause I'm addicted to the diction.
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Copyright 2013, Keith Fuchs. All rights reserved.
