Not cinched
cloistered
coffined
poems
but big
blubbery
Balzakian
bursting with life
Rubenesque
with rotundity
doorstoppers
of poems
life spilling out
of them
like clothes from a suitcase
clowns out
of a jalopy
Balzakian
John Malone
playful panda
Not cinched
cloistered
coffined
poems
but big
blubbery
Balzakian
bursting with life
Rubenesque
with rotundity
doorstoppers
of poems
life spilling out
of them
like clothes from a suitcase
clowns out
of a jalopy
John Malone 
Oh how joyous. But quite different to yesterday’s requests. 🙂
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I’m glad you noticed that: on reflection I felt I had gone too far towards the frugal, the lean, the restrictive —
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The poem’s such a tight little package all about extravagance. I love it’s irony.
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its —-that bothers me to leave.
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? I didn’t realize the irony till you pointed it out 🙂 sometimes I out ironize myself 🙂 is that even a word?
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Ironization’s in my dictionary so ironize must be a word…..
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hey! great to hear from you, Don; and thanks for the news about that word; it’s very arrogant to create a new word: that was Shakespeare’s realm 🙂
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I create new words all the time…..does that make me arrogant?….. or Shakespeare of the 21st century?…..
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I think as writers, Don, we have the right to create new words; otherwise how will the English language — or any for that matter — progress?
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Completely agree here….
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Clown car!
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yes, Chel: I had to get that clown car in somewhere even if I had to write a poem to do it 🙂
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It looks like you had too much fun lately or spending time at children’s parties maybe?
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just fun with words 🙂
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💙 this line …. bursting with life
Rubenesque
with rotundity
A happy jaunt past the billabong. 😉😊
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I just love words: their shape and sounds more than meanings; meaning are very much secondary 🙂
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If I wasn’t so coulrophobic
I would make a nice comment,
but I found your poetic post
had a most traumatic effect 😱
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I had to look up ‘coulrophobic’ ; had that clown sketch on my laptop for ages so I had to invent a post where I could slam it down meaningfully 🙂 apologies for the trauma, David 😦
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Hi John, I love how you play with words.
So much whimsy in this poem. 😀
eden
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thanks, Eden; my previous blog was actually called ‘The Wallah of Whimsy’; we’re all good at something 🙂
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It’s nice
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Nice..
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glad you liked it 🙂 thanks for saying so —
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I loved the last 3 lines John.
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that’s the general consensus, Hobbo; you send in the clowns, everyone applauds 🙂
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This is a perfect poet manifesto, John!
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thanks Matthew; I got a little carried away, swept up in what I was saying 🙂
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Explosive and fun
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thank you; that’s a great description 🙂
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Love it. No anorexic fashion-plate supermodel itty-bitty tidbits, eh? No nutrition to be found in the starvation diet plate.
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🙂 full on fullness, Ed 🙂
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… unfettered festooning …
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