Poeming
‘Poeming’ is kind of like ‘Frenching’
And by that I mean:
It is a verb, a gerundive,
Made out of a noun
That should never really have
An ‘–ing’ type verb ending
Attached to it.
But when asked,
Many people would agree
That ‘poeming’ is
A pretty awesome way of speaking.
As for typing the verb ‘To Poem’:
It has no ring, no rhyme,
No sense and no time,
Forward and backward in
An infinite space.
It has no wrong and no right,
(Though an assistance to write),
And no fast or no slow,
Better watch this place.
But what do you do
When random phrases
Appear in your mind,
Wrestling to get free?
Do you paint them black or pink?
Or let them run free in life?
Or perhaps just watch them
Die and die and die.
A friend of mine did say to me:
‘Be careful, you are random,’
Yet every day she uses
Five more words like ‘Poeming’!
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