Tired Old Phrases
Iloveyou sat in a slump
next to Ihate and Ilike
Ourfreedom wavered in the wind
while Allelujahallelujah sang
a silent hymn
as Everyone-Else looked
over a shoulder and
Gogetter took off
with Whatever, and laughed
Selfmade could hardly stand
and Ican’t wrinkled up
an already wrinkled brow
but no one was so tired out
as You and Youare
Tired Old Phrases challenge @Last
Prosaic en Pulp
Tired old phrases
Chrome spokes, spinning wheels
’Round the worn-out-word mazes
Re-cycled faux steel
Clouds without raindrops
Pen’s paper mache’
Cirrus crowns, ring of ink blots
Stamped, “Made In Cliche’”
How to Phrase?
Tired Old Phrases are a little bit like rhymes.
Well-thought words for all your wants, chucked out a hundred times.
But if you look you'll find they fit;
A glass-slipper to wed the writ.
So maybe you should stop, consider,
Sell them to the highest bidder...
For in each phrase, conclusions jump
Churning literature to dump
New meanings on our precious lump
Of words; all dull-and-shine...
The artist who meticulates
(inventing words to tempt the fates)
Then promptly oft’ reticulates
Along the dotted line...
Having thus proven, as a dog shits on lawns,
That I understand and admire
Said lawns (The more meticulously maintained the better),
I am free to break the structure,
And experiment with laziness.