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Linguistic Love
You’re an
active agent
Dynamic, conditional perfect
You come around, in a declarative mood
as you wrap me in your complements
Your definite article is strong, so hard
Superlative
As we copula
Reciprocal pronouns and linking verbs
Varying the juxtaposition
Falling from our stream of consciousness
Reflexive in our discourse
One assimilation
heroic couplets
Onomatopoeia.
The imagery as
you back-channel
Causes a cacophony
The inflection - it’s imperative
I feel possessive
Your interjection is harsh, and exophoric
Your demonstrative objective’s predicative
Articulation is so final.
So we
predicate a future perfect
In agreement
But it’s just an allusion
There’s a clause
You’re transitive, living in the past participle
A negative pronoun in a paradox
You prefer to be polysyllabic
Inanimate.
Your pathetic
fallacy proves…
You’re an oxymoron
©
R M Wallen, Imaginative Training, 2011
They came again on Sunday
they came again on Sunday, their
tiny
urchin faces, dirty and framed
in greasy hair, alive with creatures
too small to see
tiny fingers, reaching through the letterbox, into
the hall
into my conscience
they called for food, for shoes, for stripy
woollen scarves like the ones on the advert
for Christmas gifts
(where did they see that?)
I wonder
if their tiny feet are bare, and covered in scabs
they need the money they say
need it for their mother, she is sick
and tired, they look so tired
and weak
but their energy endures as they traipse the streets
ignorant of cold
(it is so cold)
knocking on doors, like mine
behind which families lie snuggled
and warm, children cosseted, clean, secure, little house
on the prairie
on their side, so dark, so angry, so alien
and needy
I saw them again on Tuesday
in the town
maybe they were twelve years old, and smoking, swearing
in their Nike boots
©
R M Wallen, Imaginative Training, 2003
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John Lennon
I'd love to have known you
John
the world's friend
because that's what you were all about
No doubt
you loved your people
we loved you too
but a fool's a fool
to play his own game
make his rules
and if (by chance)
he shouldn't win
(and hell should hold a seat for him)
it's his own ruin
But not you! Why you?
You played fair...
it was all you asked
(eternal peace)
for war to cease
and the world to love
You kept your secrets
behind your mask
the face of a clown
letting it go
in the words of a song
but this song's for you
John
because you had the power
to love them all
(I can't even love one)
©
R M Wallen, Imaginative Training, 2003
Reading
between the lines
If eloquence
should not surpass
in hungry looks, a fleeting glance
A conquest of the hidden sins
where publishing ends and art begins
Keep it for
posterity
you’re running wild your charms
Crush the critic’s bitterest pill
Display the rapture that you feel
and arrogantly cast aside
the trends you led when reality died
Captivate
audiences with stories untrue
Told with passion where truths are few
A printer’s prerogative; make the old new
it all looks ok in landscape view
Follow the
hedonist through the crowd
Cultivating tastes
Stroke the glamour of satirical rage
your life’s an open book
let me autograph a page
And publish it for all to see
in graphic art, Pantone 813
©
R M Wallen, Imaginative Training, 2011
21st
century
lives
If real life
echoes art, and art reflects the truth
Who’s to say the life we lead’s unwholesome and uncouth
If true love
meets our destiny in lone, disparate ways
Who’s to say the paths we choose are misty in a haze
If what we
yearn for disappears, while floating on a wave
Who’s to say it’s up to us to settle and behave
We all can
judge, we do condemn
Forced opinions on us and them
From pedestals we look below
And criticize – but enjoy the show
We reach up
high to catch the stars
That fall into our hands
They sparkle,
burn us, all aglow
Disintegrated strands
If real life
passes time, and time dissolves like sugar cubes
Who’s to say the life we lead is going down the tubes
©
R M Wallen, Imaginative Training, 2011
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