Monday, 1 August 2016

TO "TEPPO" - A ODE . . . : )



Poem No. 31 was the breaker - now for something new . . .
Upping the ante - with some words I never even knew . . .

My quill now erectable – lithe – in its lissom deadly pose . . .
My nemesis of words stands before me eager to oppose . . .

Silently relinquishing myself fully into the depths of time . . .
Waiting for an epiphany to then furtively cross my mind . . .

Just a tintinnabulation - a scintilla – I try and catch the word . . .
They all become a labyrinth of the things I never even heard . . .

Fugacious – words then start to imbricate all within the lines . . .
Must have been lagniappe for the words be given me so kind . . .

Will I show an eloquence when I beleaguer you with my verse . . .
Or faced with an untoward ineffable that upon me you curse . . .

It is quintessential whilst taking this knowledge all on board . . .
Theres “Nowt” like an inexpressible expression that’s got you flippin’ floored . . . 

Even worse to then hit by words - that just will not fit the line . . .
I need a panacea elixir - so all can be resolved within the rhyme . . .

Threw panacea in for “Teppo” – to be up there with the boys . . .
His magical way with words – I like the way they are all toyed . . .

So I am upping my ante – with “Teppo” – he will be my guide . . .
Each word I write – sophisticated – as I go along for the ride . . .

Every essence captured with the scent of petrichor foretold . . .
Every sentence caught within a catacomb of crystals & gold . . . 

Ah - an Ode to “Teppo” – we “Lad” are just two worlds apart . . .
Expressing our expressions - via the words of a different art . . .

"Billowing of the winds" – would only endeavour me to laugh . . .
Idle ducks chuckle by me – “Coz” I’ve just farted in the bath . . .

“Eck” the thought of that – has lost me – time for me to go . . .
Maybe shine off this old trumpet – it deserves another blow . . .

Take it all as in good humour - nay “Lad” dinna take offence . . . 
Once the pen to paper comes again I will sorely recompense . . . ; )

Thanks for the read . . .

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But please be very very kind . . . ; )

Indiana Shaw . . . : )




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