Words are Power

Words,

understanding,

the world

love

life

language

her feelings about me

anger

despair

hoping

the world, understanding

me

my longing

jealousy

lust

desire

wonderment

passion

enticement

approaching her level,

of consciousness

dreaming

wishing

imagining

our words, entwine

breathing

loving

gasping for air, the last breath

the last distance

reached

her words, my words

our words, together

as one,

words are power

powerful

words

 

Like love….

 

 

 

 

We’ve Got to Start Meeting Like This

“Wait a minute, isn’t that incorrect?”

she asked me in her best French.

I answered, probably in English, but with a slight Danish accent,

“Well, it should read, “We’ve Got to Stop Meeting Like This”, but you might not

understand, if you were thinking in French, with a French accent, that is”, but then

I realized that I didn’t understand what she said, not being able to understand French, with or without a French accent.

She crossed her eyes, and counted to 10. In French of course, using her best French accent, but thinking it in English.

“Are you meeting with me, or with her? Is she not meeting with you, or should I be jealous about that? If she really is your wife, does she understand French? Because I am about to lose my temper with you, and yell at you in any/every language that you do/don’t understand. Starting/stopping now!”

I’ve got to learn French someday, I thought to myself. I just hope it is kinder to me than those/the/a/other people might/seem to/perhaps will be to me.

and I thought that in English, with an English accent!

Praise Him!

That was the exercise in my “Idiots Guide to Learning German”.

Praise Him!

I needed to praise him in the Present, the Past, the Near Future, The Future Past, the Subjunctive Form, and its 2 Older Brothers, and their Aunt, no less.

 

Praise Her!

I now needed to use the Imperative form, the Perfect and the Imperfect, Praising her fine figure, and voluptuous curvy form, her luscious lips and the crazy, wild way that she looked at me!

 

Although, it seems that I had forgotten to use the correct Model Verbs, which made my conjugations incorrect, which made her mock me, and not want to make whoopee with me, which is why I have decided to leave learning languages to better men than myself….

But I still would like to praise her in all of the different grammatical forms……

 

Bunches of Words

Or bunches of Carrots

or patterns of what we say to each other,

dug out of the ground,

 

What more can we say

about the words between us?

I longed to put words into your mouth

but only, if watching you eat them

at the same time, I could

 

My words reflect your words,

even though, we use them differently,

and mincing them, and chopping off the ends

like the carrots that grow in my garden,

enrich the soil between us, anew

 

Take a bite, but not more than you can chew,

and not more than silence can say,

about the language that we share,

grammatically yours,

 

Wordless, I remain

Yours, alone…..