Words
Cheeky little blighters,
silent enough to slip unspoken
through the tightest security.
Audacious, irreverent,
helping us laugh, chuckle, giggle,
forget our troubles for a short while.
Collect them, select them,
a pride of nouns,
a mischief of misdemeanours,
a wholesome snicker of double entendre.
Intoxicating creatures,
painting pictures,
whispering undying love,
lifting spirits, breaking hearts.
Chastising, praising,
nurturing, raising.
Essential little hand tools
for describing, explaining,
trying to fathom
the beauty and the mystery of life.
Powerful bastards,
weapons on the lips
of politicians and presidents.
The potential to heal scars,
stop wars or cause them,
build empires, obliterate countries,
save the world
or destroy the planet.
Words, black as tadpoles,
ubiquitous as death.
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wonderful: I’ve not seen a more sweeping, powerful panegyric to the power of words than this 🙂
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High praise indeed from you. Thank you John. 🙂
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I think you’ve covered everything there, Hobbo; and btw my partner and I love to play a game of Scrabble a few times a week; keeps us sharp 🙂
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😂 Can’t beat a sharp Scrabble scrap!
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Awesome! Love it!
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That pretty well covers it!
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👍
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I have to go Ramsey again; WOW!
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😂
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Yep, nothing left to say but “well done”
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Thank you Debi!
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Love those tadpole words, squirming and growing limbs. Like making up my own and seeing if anyone calls me on it. Fun times, Hobbo.
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Me too. Thanks. 🙂
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Wow! Great work👏🏻
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Thanks!
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