Throw the book

I will throw the book at you,
I mean it !,
A heartbreaking work of staggering genius,
A volume of greatness thoroughly unrivalled,
If spoken in word,
A lifelong recital,
Adjectives , nouns,
Profuse and profound,
Bluer than skies,
Browner than ground,
Oblong ,obtuse,
Ovoid ,round,
Just speaking its language would pervert the sound,
Twisting your tounge as it exits your mouth,
Breaking down decibels and
Sub sonic physics,
Complex melodies and unfathomed rythmics,
Rolling, spinning,flipping like a olympic gymnast,
Perfect symmetry with syllables surrounding,
Compound consonants come constantly crowding,
With waves of wondrous words unbounding,
Corrupting ,confusing completely confounding,
Till by the end Im screaming and shouting,
My vocal chords choking from all of the pounding...
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
Started with the concept and let it flow...

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mountainsandsea
The good ones you work at..the great ones you just report write.. from the voice of an unknown source..

Well written buddy
mcradloff
Writing a book is definitely on my bucket list. I enjoy listening to books on cd or tape. My favorite would have to be George Carlin's When Will Jesus Bring the Porkchops?typing cheers
Poetnumber1
Awesome job pal! cheers
fjamesj9701
Mad props Mr. MT, that was some funkyfly mahalkita .. Cheers and much love WCB... Jesse cheers
candykid
'I will throw the book at you,
I mean it !,'

I had a few judges say those words to me a few times.....it didn't end up in my favor....lol...cheers
trurorob
Nicely done Tony
Rob
madtat29
Thanks Peeps...been doing more reading than writing lately...mad love and keep up the good work...
niah9
The process....or spilling your soul and thoughts to be later read, is exhausting, so I relate to your poem, as I edit a book that I should complete by Easter. Sometimes when not wearing blinkers, the style can change....I imagine that to me is spinning, flipping.........as I fight to get back into my mind set.....as Corrupting, confusing....enjoyed your poem...great write...Kathycool
Nuwahri61
Hey Mad ......Kinda Stunned........professor professor professor professor professor head banger grin
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