Grandiloquent Poem by Stephen akogbeto (Steve Rae)

© Stephen Akogbeto(Steve rae)


What's up with the grandiose,
Yeah why are you pompous,
You sound so fluent,
You only speak to impress.

With word that flowed like honey 🍯 wine 🍷,
The grandiloquent speaker takes the stage divine,
His language, lofty, elaborate and fine
He speaks with pomp, with circumstances and design.

Complicatedly fluent,
To be above and make others feel less,
You however choose to be a grandeur,
To impress; you pretend being splendour.

Majestic orbs of celestial fire,
In cosmic waltz, your glory does aspire,
With ethereal whispers, echoing through time,
Your splendour reigns, sublime, in majesty's prime.

©sikiru Abdullateef Oyelami(SAO)

But so long you speak in grandiloquent voice,
No one is interested in your pompous noice,
And you think it's fun, because you make it your choice,

AMD so long your grammar is so unexplainable,
None is ready to take a sit on your table,
At night to listing to your tales or your Fable,

You speak in it, grandiloquent,
Your pompous voice, so fluent,
Irresistible, I only want your silent,
So to digest the tongue you speak so to be eloquent