"cognate" poems
Matrilineality is the tracing of descent
through the female line corresponding
to a societal system in which each person
is identified with their matriline;
– their _mother's_ image –
and which can involve the inheritance
of property and/or titles. A matriline is
a line of descent from
a common female ancestor
to a descendant of either ***
in which the individuals in all intervening
generations are mothers –
in other words, a "mother line".
In matrilineal descent,
individuals belong to the same
group as their mother.
The matriline of historical nobility
was also called the _enatic_ or _Uterine_ ancestry;
From Middle English wombe, wambe,
from Old English womb, wamb
(“belly, stomach; bowels; heart; womb; hollow”),
from Proto-Germanic *wambō
(“belly, stomach, abdomen”),
from Proto-Indo-European *wamp- (“membrane (of bowels),
intestines, womb”). Cognate with Scots wam, wame (“womb”),
Dutch wam (“dewlap of beef; belly of a fish”),
German Wamme, Wampe (“paunch, belly”),
Danish vom (“belly, paunch, rumen”),
Swedish våmb (“belly, stomach, rumen”),
Norwegian vomb (“belly”), Icelandic vömb
(“belly, abdomen, stomach”), Old Welsh gumbelauc (“womb”),
Breton gwamm (“woman, wife”),
Sanskrit वपा (vapā́, “the skin or membrane
lining the intestines or parts of the viscera,
the caul or omentum”).
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
treacherously torrid and torrential torrents of totally tangential tumultuous tortuous ; tyrannically torturous adjunct viably salient seethe.
procrastinating pandemic plenipotentiary prosthesis ; prosaically pragmatic parenthetical predication predilection premise prognostication
panoramic tableau preternatural propensity proclivity prestidigitation gesticulation :
gyration guidon ; ghastly gruesome grotesque hideously horrible horrendous heinous
grotty gnarly
diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt
awful
amalgamated anathema analysis agnate aggregate aberrance
somatalogy virtuoso cognate obduracy
worse
rudiment ebullience , confluence effluent effusion affluent , prolific profusity opulence , cogent fecund secular secund , recondite redolence abstrusely obstreperous mesomerism resonance resilience
protractive perpetude futurity
blither blandishing blabber burnishing boresome blahs
lithe blithe jabber prattle chatter tithe
morose morsel moribundness
stolid stoic
stalwart bastion bulwark
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Serenity in self, like a star burning in the atmosphere
is neither calm nor is it simple. Despite its looks.
A shadow does not simply 'want' to be dark
it is a requirement, otherwise our secrets would show.
Facing down your own problems is not bravery,
finding a stranger and asking "how can I help?" is.
This blank [ ] is your life. No, it is not 'empty'
It is simply free to be filled with whatever you wish.
When taking into account exactly what we are....
it is amazing we... think, cognate, live, feel. Everything.
And yet, we are simply just a sum of our parts. Much
like this poem is a sum of characters on a screen.
Dead, in-animate, un-moving.
And yet, it is alive, and others like it have the power to move.
What is life, and what defines a right to give or take it?
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC
loitering in German is repulsive
always inebriated, even –
understand?
repetition and throat plug
pronouns (she gags on “du”
bleats “mein”)
exotic? nah. adored?
well
they tell me “das Gift” peals a
heavy cognate; it also
answers to “poison”
but Gifts in King’s
is “toxic” not
sorry
are – not – toxic
so flash me that
yellowbird
lather, anchor in strand
these quicksilver
nothings, murmured
honeydew venom
overheard myself last night
calling du but your scent
killed by mein pulse
almost fooled me, nearly
sounded like
the antidote
and other delicious gifts
you’ve given me
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
(for Peggy, with Alzheimer’s, 1996)
Absent spirit:
Soothe our hunger for consolation
In the presence of this woman
Who asks for none.
May the colored shapes we have become
Stand apart from these walls--
Where sun after sun has tiled
A catacomb of days--
Distinctly enough to radiate our love.
Banish our loss.
Dissolve the bitter mystery of why.
Forgive our numb embrace
That enfolds this slumping body
Whose eyes reflect glass,
Whose mind quests beyond a dark door
Searching for a land of lost names.
Give words to her passage.
Resolve the twisted path she must follow alone,
The cratered wastes she calls across,
Seeking a land of kindred beings with cognate powers
That name her as their own and exult.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
I have found a magnificent sea monster in the Ocean of my mind
It is tall, red, blue and gold, beautiful to free searching eyes
With scales that flash from pattern to random distortion
His once tall sharp teeth have been dulled and broken
From gnawing on my heart
Below the surface he is dark and murky
with out describable shape and with indefinite size
I give him a name, that is always different, but to everyone the same
He has swallowed up the rotting, black banner ships
Bitter things that foul in his gut
These things cause him fester from the inside
And dilate to mountainous proportions
It is this terrible Poseidon that I fear
He calls out- "Oh, my swollen, aching belly. What are these now but tears?"
Who knew that such a beast could cry
Even more so, cry in such cognate rhythm with me
And so I begin my chase, I figure something so majestic
can be both at once liberated and on display
I follow him close behind through the gales and waves of the tempest
Oh how we both loath the days that I loose the wind
He also loves to play this game
** He has led me to the edge of the infinite blue
The border of my mind
He leaps over, delivering a jubilant wail
That resonates within the falling water
He crashes hard on paper
Dying and bleeding he twists and writhes in panic
He tears through the pages, ripping holes, he leaves behind a carnage of red confetti
At the bottom of the page, his eyes close as he lies in final signature
Upon a rock on the edge, enthralled, I watch the monster's theater
Water gushing past me, waves spraying me with rapture
Then I cry out- "My friend, why did I drive you this far? You were one of
the great beauties of my Ocean. It has lost its vibrancy and energy
For you were in and of each other, composed as one"
As I breathe and find satisfaction, I steer my ship to where I began
Gazing over the liquid crystal dunes
Hoping for equal fluorescent color to match
So I notice a sea monster egg, ready to breach
Floating along the waves of the Ocean of my mind
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
This magic hat, a crown of thorns sometimes
Hard pressed and poignant, we blessedly wear
Till death recumbent stills the joys the care
The strivings found in all sentient forms.
We walk upon this globe each day without
Wonder nor concernment for monolith
Thoughts arisen, seemingly threaded with
Threads still hidden though faithfully throughout
History named and imagined. The full
Ever-vescent multitude, a flash, the
Portion illumined, then grasped as all in all.
This cause repeats repeatedly, a breath
Of mind cognate and fleeting that does swell
Our conscious state to mortal width and breadth.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
We danced, the cognate vessels
Nested in walls &
Cowered in blood
We buried love deep into
Beating flesh &
Writhed In Utero
We emptied veins of reason
Laid in torment &
Seceded in white gowns
We--Empiric experiments
We--Deficient devices
We--Thrashing threadbare
We--Womb
We--Woman
--
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
I hate
as I
meta-
cognate:
you-
are al-
ways there-
you-
profes-
sor- draw-
ing squares-
why-
can't I
dare
to e-
rase the
lines you've
daily
traced?
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
heres is the story of
Bad boy Bill...
..with slight of hand
he had the plate
with eight pieces
of skate
which he quickly ate
not that he was
a deadweight
he did share
with a mate
before he did
donate the *****
plate to the nearest
gutter grate
he was a pick pocket
that he could not debate
he had given going straight
a trial but could not cognate
the traits of the cheapskate
state that gave him too many
gates to open only to end up
at the same old checkmate
so after beating his breastplate
he went on the lam
lashed out against
the ingrate magnates
and after a spate
of flyweight burglaries
he now awaits
as a sometimes
somnambulate inmate
at the pleasure
of the abrogate state
in a room slightly
larger that a crate
with a surly
burly bedmate.
they who dictate
think he will be
down for at least eight
he was at this news
discombobulatedly
disconsulate
But that is the fate
of those who hesitate
to choose bad over good
and manipulate the laws
of the land.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
in yellow
& pink
her benignity
wink in
cheery pit
rain there
she hoodwink
and hem
this dress
that cognate
her trim
line figure
again with
lips that
sync in
3D graphic
feature pic
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
"Thought The Heartbeat"
Thought the heartbeat spiritual lung breath
Learned conditioned malleable prism
Of the underneath space-time-mind-light-root-
Center of the universe one fathom
Long dreamed of reality this mountain
Crafted i permeation salts the sea
Relative here now no where empty form
Experiencing movement happy sad pain
Joy fear death yes no death birth twining
Around the wheel sentient shaped cognate
Realms six of one no other place to go
But out nirvana way some say some don't
Care just slake vibrations vibrating till
Satiety with peaked release fall
In brain chemistry world incredible we do
Not know the soul deep with eddies currents
Patterns self aware point bright in view held
Firmly scared to cease idea nothing
But the great unknown a million
Magnitudes of bone in ten directions
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC