Spoken Love | Mr. and Mrs. Poem

Derrick Dzine Dargan

ISBN 10: 1449021565 / ISBN 13: 9781449021566

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2009

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Spoken Love | Mr. and Mrs. Poem | Derrick Dzine Dargan | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2009 | AuthorHouse | EAN 9781449021566 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.

Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 109224164

Bibliografische Details

• Titel: Spoken Love | Mr. and Mrs. Poem
• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsjahr: 2009
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN-10: 1449021565
• ISBN-13: 9781449021566
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Zustand: Neu
• Abmessungen: 229B x 152 H x 10 T Millimeter Breite: 229 mm, Höhe: 152 mm, Tiefe: 10 mm
• Gewicht: 276 Gramm
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Spoken Love is the fictional, poetic interpretation of a painting. The painting captures soul mates professing love for the first time before tumultuous events in their relationship occur. The book details the story of Mr. and Mrs. Poem with grandeur and graphic detail. Narrated by vintage man and woman, Spoken Love is like turning pages as their memories cast like fishing rods into The River of Reflection. The scenery is amazing. It's like wet wood in the fireplace blazing, then blowing the ember of their encounters and rekindling a new fragrance to their flame. It's like hot cocoa and communication. Mr. and Mrs. Poem's characters get developed like negatives to bring out the positive values in their adulterous affair of bliss. Written in a poetic form that reads like dialog as Mr. and Mrs. Poem make confessions (before a sea of anticipating audience members) about the circumstances that brought them together, apart and back to back to face forever. Spoken Love goes back and forth between past and present, dealing with the dynamics of being single, divorced and separated, in and out of poetry and fictional dimensions, solidifying the written intention of blurring the line between poetry, novel, stage, screen play, reality and personal connection and making the hard times for Mr. and Mrs. Poem, as well as you and yours hard to remember. Spoken Love was written for couples to feel forever as they read together, as they gradually realize that every moment in love is a treasure. Spoken Love is a novel song, a fictional poem without an ending, an eternal endeavor. Spoken Love is the blue ocean of novels, the Cirque du Soleil of poetry. Poetry books don't compel you to read chapter after chapter; Spoken Love does. Contemporary novels attempt to be poetic, but fall short. Spoken Love is a page turning fictional novel enhanced with paintings and riveting writing unlike any other.

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Spoken Love

The Graphic Tale of Mr. and Mrs. PoemBy Derrick Dzine Dargan

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Copyright © 2009 Derrick Dzine dargan
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ISBN: 978-1-4490-2156-6

Contents

The River of Reflection........................................................1Irony is Destiny's Judge.......................................................3Fell in Like...................................................................12Mr. and Mrs. Poem's Pivotal Moment.............................................16Jumping In Sprung..............................................................23Euphoria blurring Fog..........................................................27Comfy Convo (Brown Sugar and Cinna-Man)........................................29Do You Remember The First Time I Said I Love You...............................34Love Burn......................................................................39What Is It This Time?..........................................................42The Bitter Dish Of Contemplation...............................................46The Loss Of Taste..............................................................49Love Lost In Sin...............................................................52Girlfriends....................................................................61Stages.........................................................................66Love Jerk......................................................................73Never Judge A Woman Until You Walk A Mile In Her Stilettos.....................78The Digression of the Brethren.................................................83Queens for Kings...............................................................90Decadent Confessions...........................................................95Silent Comfort.................................................................102Perspectives...................................................................106The Humble Pie.................................................................117Flashback......................................................................121Fade to Black..................................................................129A Resolve to Not Regret........................................................132Never Judge A Woman Until You Walk A Mile In Her Pumps.........................135Life Altering Moments..........................................................139Memory Locks...................................................................145Open like a Mic................................................................154Free Style Love Battle.........................................................159The Poetic Ending..............................................................169Acknowledgements...............................................................171Epilogue.......................................................................173

Chapter One

The River of Reflection Through the darkness of surreality - two lovers are revealed, aged like the leaves on the falls of the seasons. It is dusk, so you could barely see them whimsically walking out on stage - holding hands like children, skipping through a field where they stand at the edge of a lake, on a pier before they kneel. The Vintage Couple pull out their poetry books, both wrinkled and ruffled; face each other like the last pair of cards in a shuffle. They speak spontaneously 'cause their thoughts were always simultaneously combustible as if they were Siamese twins connected at the Love muscles, and they speak in the harmonious Clarity Of A One Accord Couple: "WE MADE IT THROUGH THE STRUGGLE!" The Vintage Woman scuffles closer to her male double and utters, "We put together the poetic puzzle ..." He slides his golden glasses to the edge of his nose like a rudder and rebuts, "We've had many lovers, but nobody loved you ..." She stutters as if the breath of her ancestors were blowing through her shutters and says in a quilted tone that is peaceful and comforting ... It's as if the surface of her accent were bathed in a Southern Diaspora that welcomes you, then hugs you when she affirmatively states, "Like ... I ... loved ... you ..." Vintage Man giggles, and then says, "Ditto!" She takes measured steps towards the river, turns and faces her life-partner and continues, "Now, there's no rhyme or riddle, metaphor with pop references and sizzle, that can express how I feel about you!" He looks at his boo and ensues, "When I read about you!" she turns her cheek as if she were emotionally blown away, looks down at the distressed wood beams beneath her feet, and states, "So, for the next few days at the pier of this lake, We're going to reminisce like CL smooth." He laughs and responds With, "My God, at the ledge of this stage, pull out our poetry books like fishing rods book ended with hooks." Vintage Woman says in her acknowledging way that has not left her to this day, "YES BABE, and the audience members are the prey." He finishes her thoughts like a period, "Now we reel in nave feelings, and our words are the bait that we use to catch soul mates who relate to an undying connection." They both throw their lines into the water and speak in perpetual perfection, "FISHING IN THE RIVER OF REFLECTION!" Irony is Destiny's Judge Flashback - 30 years ago - the details are blurry, but the memories are bright: Thursday night at Mic and Dim Lights, a place where poets frequent weekly in sequence to illuminate their insight. The dim light sizzles like the fire from the spark of a blunt on the face of an eye-catching Man, half covered with the hood of a sweat shirt with graffiti tagged on the front, some faded sagging jeans, and some two toned Lugs. He looked over in this poetry club and saw the profile of a woman with the silhouette of a dove, and stopped like his lungs were stuck in some mud and sung, "She's my future wife." His best friend Mizzle to his left said, "Is that right? And how do you know, Mr. insight?" He said, with the swagger of a thug, "Because it's indelibly written in Love." Meanwhile adjacent from the left side of the stage was the dove he was referring to sitting in a chair. She wore Bebe jeans with an embroidered orchid on the leg, and a silk scarf tied around her neck. Her Kango was beige. Oh yes, she was fresh! Her eyes were almond, and her complexion was the color that made him decide to reach over and whisper this poem in her ear. He said, "Listen to this poem." Her face had the captivated expression of shock as she bashfully stuttered, "What?" It was as if they fell in the ownership of the empty hole in their emotions pit at first sight, like drunken dancers in a club, as the poet on the stage ironically said, "Fudge ..."

Fudge Poem

FUDGE, your beauty is a crime we can't judge. You steal attention from the negligent without forensic evidence internally, externally - beauty in the 1st degree. God created you with favoritism, so I'm committing plagiarism. Ever since I saw you, I wanted to draw you, I wanted to immortalize you like a mural. I'm losin' in the end. Inside your beautiful skin,...