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A poem is a thing
where rhyming words
ring
and you hear
silence sing
with every-
thing
A poem is a thing
where words
waltz
and nothing is
false
until your heart
halts
A poem is a thing
with flowery
words
that sound like
birds
chirping in time
be it fourths
or thirds
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© HOODA HELAMI ©
Alter Ego #142857
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Where the hell does Hooda Helami read this poetry?
ReplyDeleteIf you ever discover where this "poetry" is read,
Deleteplease let me know
-Oliverio
It’s like rap without all the cursing. Like- Howdah Hell Diddy
ReplyDeleteSing , Sing , ring, ring , rhyming thing, everything and nothing is chirping. My analysis reveals an obsessive personality fixated on the ninth, fourteenth, and eigth letters of the alphabet which is generally due to a troubling trauma occurring during the 31st year of life and leading to a complete inversion of the major diatonic scale which then results in a dissonant dulcimer melody further complicating the anxiety and confusion of the both the audience and patient. At this time I can offer little hope beyond intense dedication and focus on disciplined scrabble practice with ageing incarcerated seniors . Sincerely
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