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"determiner" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Hi, below I copy a humorous hiabun, which I shared as an exercise to mentor enquiring and inspired poets to learn, so they might adopt and try different techniques and then give critique together with awesome comments... Yes, I used the words *** ****** and **** for context the rest was left to an individual imagination as in good poetry! It included reflective commentary encompasses innocent classification terminology used in the critique, reading, examining, appreciating, understanding and writing of poetry for example: POETIC DEVICES (enjambement, duality, keriji, images, collocation, semantic, oxymoron, repetition, listing etc.), STORY (personification, characterisation, subject, context, voice etc.), IMAGERY (synaesthesia), STRUCTURE ( lineation, breaks, syntactic etc.), SOUNDS (syllables, rhyme, alliteration, pace, musicality, phrasing, beat, assonance, onomatopoeia, mouthed rhythms, patterned) and WORDS (preposition, determiner, verbs, adverbs, lexical, nouns, adjectives) used by poets, critics and academics... And here it is : **** tongue-in-cheek haibun - a reflective commentary on writing a popular tanka Eye lashes flicker a shared urgent interest parting - dancing smile My first inspiration was *** passionate life squeezing screaming *** the thumping wall musicality of *** exhaustingly inventive sweaty and wet. I wanted to make it a senryu but for duality the female characterisation demanded two more lines each extending to seven syllables.   Arousing images captured her moaning splashing loneliness in unusual collocation. I was first excited by the placement of a hovering extended enjambement to give life to my final line, whilst also considering the satisfaction in using noisy mouthed rhythms.   I believe I easily hid the wet aroused context with a watery semantic field, that suggested she would choke and drown. So in my last line I had ‘pleasures’ as a cutting keriji to make clear the dominating ****** context, having previously used a preposition and determiner to maintain duality! Exhausted shivers in windowed naked currents unfolding sinking then surfing vital wavelets drowning screams - pleasures wet bite **
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIQUE v SOMETHING WORSE
Hi, below I copy a humorous hiabun, which I shared as an exercise to mentor enquiring and inspired poets to learn, so they might adopt and try different techniques and then give critique together with awesome comments... Yes, I used the words *** ****** and **** for context the rest was left to an individual imagination as in good poetry! It included reflective commentary encompasses innocent classification terminology used in the critique, reading, examining, appreciating, understanding and writing of poetry for example: POETIC DEVICES (enjambement, duality, keriji, images, collocation, semantic, oxymoron, repetition, listing etc.), STORY (personification, characterisation, subject, context, voice etc.), IMAGERY (synaesthesia), STRUCTURE ( lineation, breaks, syntactic etc.), SOUNDS (syllables, rhyme, alliteration, pace, musicality, phrasing, beat, assonance, onomatopoeia, mouthed rhythms, patterned) and WORDS (preposition, determiner, verbs, adverbs, lexical, nouns, adjectives) used by poets, critics and academics... And here it is : **** tongue-in-cheek haibun - a reflective commentary on writing a popular tanka Eye lashes flicker a shared urgent interest parting - dancing smile My first inspiration was *** passionate life squeezing screaming *** the thumping wall musicality of *** exhaustingly inventive sweaty and wet. I wanted to make it a senryu but for duality the female characterisation demanded two more lines each extending to seven syllables.   Arousing images captured her moaning splashing loneliness in unusual collocation. I was first excited by the placement of a hovering extended enjambement to give life to my final line, whilst also considering the satisfaction in using noisy mouthed rhythms.   I believe I easily hid the wet aroused context with a watery semantic field, that suggested she would choke and drown. So in my last line I had ‘pleasures’ as a cutting keriji to make clear the dominating ****** context, having previously used a preposition and determiner to maintain duality! Exhausted shivers in windowed naked currents unfolding sinking then surfing vital wavelets drowning screams - pleasures wet bite **
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*My first inspiration was *** passionate life squeezing screaming *** the thumping wall musicality of *** exhaustingly inventive sweaty and wet I wanted to make it a senryu but for duality the female characterisation demanded two more lines each extending to seven syllables Arousing images captured her moaning splashing loneliness in unusual collocation I was first excited by the placement of a hovering extended enjambement to give life to my final line whilst also considering the satisfaction in using noisy mouthed rhythms I believe I easily hid the wet aroused context with a watery semantic field suggesting she would choke and drown So in my last line I had ‘pleasures’ as a cutting keriji to make clear the dominating ****** context having previously used a preposition and determiner to maintain duality* **Exhausted shivers in windowed naked currents unfolding sinking then surfing vital wavelets drowning screams - pleasures wet bite** .
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Eye lashes flicker, a shared urgent interest, parting - dancing smile
Eye lashes flicker a shared urgent interest parting - dancing smile **My first inspiration was *** passionate life squeezing screaming *** the thumping wall musicality of *** exhaustingly inventive sweaty and wet. I wanted to make it a senryu but for duality the female characterisation demanded two more lines each extending to seven syllables.   Arousing images captured her moaning splashing loneliness in unusual collocation. I was first excited by the placement of a hovering extended enjambement to give life to my final line, whilst also considering the satisfaction in using noisy mouthed rhythms.   I believe I easily hid the wet aroused context with a watery semantic field, that suggested she would choke and drown. So in my last line I had ‘pleasures’ as a cutting keriji to make clear the dominating ****** context, having previously used a preposition and determiner to maintain duality!** Exhausted shivers in windowed naked currents unfolding sinking then surfing vital wavelets drowning screams - pleasures wet bite .
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 11:25 AM UTC
....tongue in my cheek
Noun, verb, adjective Pronoun, proper noun Determiner, exclamation Interjection It can do it all Tastes like vitriol High on the anger      (or high on the pleasure) Sharp as a broken stone Fits the bill on any occasion Censored, painted over, blotted out Doesn't matter to me I love the word ****
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
I Love the Word ****
Determinism is self-defeating If it is true, No one is accountable for anything. If no one is accountable, There are no morals. Without morals, There is no concept of right or wrong. Without this concept, We would all follow our desires. Which according to determinism, Are not our own choices. If they are not our own choices, Someone or something else made them. But if someone or something Determines our choices, Who or what determines The choices the determiner makes? Either they make their own choices, Which refutes determinism Or the universe, space and time Are infinite and cyclical. Which they are not, Since the universe had a beginning, (Big bang/ creation) And the universe will have an end. (Heat death/ judgement day) Whether you are religious or not, Determinism is a fools errand.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
To Be Determined
And now the light of the little globed sun Guides my waking fingers over stiff keys, (Stiff fingers over waking keys) Now I begin the hellos and the wonderings Each day brings - the bottom of my head Reminding me "Ask him about his aunt, His toothache, her boyfriend, her Overdue college application." Infinitesimal checklist of maintenance. Though I don't know what the hell I'm maintaining, I tiredlove it and work at it and maybe I can get my 10000 hours from a screen - Maybe I can be perfect from a screen, And one day I'll open the door For a stranger and see a keyboard... Ridiculous. Room's a mess. Room's dark except for the sunglobe, My sun, my determiner of days And with a click the ordainer of nights. Ah, it's a tiny world, I can fit it all In the bottom of my mind when I sleep, But I'd never tiredleave it, I waking/sleepinglove it, And if you'll just shut the door again I can be tinyperfect.
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May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Blue by Blue
We really are a superficial generation, we rely on the amount of Facebook likes on our profile pictures as a determiner of how popular or pretty we are. Today I got asked 'How many likes did you get on your profile picture?' Does it matter? My beauty is NOT and never will be indicated by the amount of likes I get. Even if I upload a picture of myself on Facebook and no one 'likes' it, what does that mean? that i'm ugly? that no one likes me? STOP LETTING SOCIAL MEDIA DEFINE YOU.LIKES ARE NOT REAL AND MEAN NOTHING.FACEBOOK IS NOTHING.SOCIAL NETWORKS MEAN NOTHING.STOP LETTING THE INTERNET RULE YOU.BE A FREE HUMAN NOT A SLAVE TO SOCIAL MEDIA.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
love you not the internet
Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging Aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
Linguistic Illusions to Probable Solutions
Room and pillar Let me be your guiding shaft Atmospheric pressure Let me be your natural draft Atticus Finch Let me be your inner last laugh Cold determiner Let me be your unsuspecting half The sign in the window says Closed until the light of day Broken bone Let me be your sling and marrow Agitated Polaire Let me be your tight-laced narrow Confounded Plath Let me be your children's tomorrow Germ warfare Let me be your biological sorrow The word on the street is Nothing's gonna change until the light of day Open minefield Let me be your measured step ***** mother Let me be your usual suspect Unwanted child Let me be the tears when you last wept Unwanted immigrant Let me be the ground where you last slept The writing on the wall signals Critical times until the light of day lumière du jour Chérie
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
Light of Day
Ruminating epoché, ‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay. Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay Initiatives imperative consolidation, Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray. Practicing semantic contemplation, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, Forecast in vague extrapolation, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Advanced Aporia
I fell in love with you without realizing it I fell in love with you without planning to My heart was all yours and I didn’t even know it It belonged to you but at first I didn’t show it I couldn’t Or I wouldn’t I was just being a scrooge The timing wasn’t right and we both knew it The day I’d leave you is fast approaching And I’m so scared I’m hoping and praying that it’s in my head The deadline that our different paths have set I love you and you love me please don’t forget that ‘Cause no matter what you know it’s a fact The last thing I want to do is break your heart It kills me so much that I’m tearing us apart You’d never truly know how hard this is for me But I want you to know that you’re it for me And I’ll keep saying it Keep reciting it Until you believe that you’re it for me Until you can undoubtedly see The sincerity in my lines The honesty in my lies You’re a blessing in my life I’ll never meet someone like you Someone incomplete that completely completes me With no cracks found where the lines meet Would it be weird if I asked you to marry me? Like seriously I don’t know how you came to mean so much to me I want happy moments with you Memories to remind me when I cry That I have no regrets being with you Standing by you Doing the best I can do I’d spend my years with you if fate allowed me to But it didn’t And I hate distance for taking you away from me I don’t want to hold you back I want you to do the things you need to Without me stopping you The one my heart belongs to I am madly in love with you I pray that our relationship will stay strong But it feels like a wasted prayer Although I’d waste as many as I can To make sure we end up together When distance is no longer a determiner When our situation gets a little better Until you leave I’m keeping you all to myself I’m loving you in every way I can ‘til I can’t I’m caring more than I should ‘til I shan’t I’m kissing you ‘til my rights expire ‘Til I can no longer call you mine I pray it gets better for you with time Not just this but everything I want you to be happy To smile more To cachinnate often I pray that all that darkness Is replaced with light even after I leave I hope you find someone incomplete that completely completes you That loves you More than I ever could ‘Cause you deserve it and more You deserve the world Mi amor.
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
To Christian
I fell in love with you without realizing it I fell in love with you without planning to My heart was all yours and I didn’t even know it It belonged to you but at first I didn’t show it I couldn’t Or I wouldn’t I was just being a scrooge The timing wasn’t right and we both knew it The day I’d leave you is fast approaching And I’m so scared I’m hoping and praying that it’s in my head The deadline that our different paths have set I love you and you love me please don’t forget that ‘Cause no matter what you know it’s a fact The last thing I want to do is break your heart It kills me so much that I’m tearing us apart You’d never truly know how hard this is for me But I want you to know that you’re it for me And I’ll keep saying it Keep reciting it Until you believe that you’re it for me Until you can undoubtedly see The sincerity in my lines The honesty in my lies You’re a blessing in my life I’ll never meet someone like you Someone incomplete that completely completes me With no cracks found where the lines meet Would it be weird if I asked you to marry me? Like seriously I don’t know how you came to mean so much to me I want happy moments with you Memories to remind me when I cry That I have no regrets being with you Standing by you Doing the best I can do I’d spend my years with you if fate allowed me to But it didn’t And I hate distance for taking you away from me I don’t want to hold you back I want you to do the things you need to Without me stopping you The one my heart belongs to I am madly in love with you I pray that our relationship will stay strong But it feels like a wasted prayer Although I’d waste as many as I can To make sure we end up together When distance is no longer a determiner When our situation gets a little better Until you leave I’m keeping you all to myself I’m loving you in every way I can ‘til I can’t I’m caring more than I should ‘til I shan’t I’m kissing you ‘til my rights expire ‘Til I can no longer call you mine I pray it gets better for you with time Not just this but everything I want you to be happy To smile more To cachinnate often I pray that all that darkness Is replaced with light even after I leave I hope you find someone incomplete that completely completes you That loves you More than I ever could ‘Cause you deserve it and more You deserve the world Mi amor.
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Keeper of time Has lost his mind. He no longer ticks. He sighs. He questions. He swears a little. Does he know who he is? Not precisely. I tell him he's a law, a sage, a determiner. He's even the reason I get up in the morning. He says he'll get back to me. When? I ask. Ah, there's the rub...
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
The Clock with Amnesia
more than just a fork in a road more like a spreading of clouds at a distance, they feel as if their lazily drifting from destination to destination a sudden jolt though, and your with them soaring high and finding that they too are going hundreds of miles an hour their peace, at a distance, was only because you weren't experiencing it as vividly or as up close i feel this way now at a distance because not only am i now in the middle of the clouds, i have journeyed so long with them, i have become one what i once said "some day" to, i now say "today" what i once said would never happen, is happening the surreal feeling of having become one with what was once distant and now distant from what was once me i cant say i miss most of it but i do miss my innocence the freedom is welcomed but what is what anymore what is being a cloud, i cannot say words never to help to clarify they only confuse more what is what what; (h)wət,(h)wät/ pronoun 1. asking for information specifying something. "what is your name?" 2. the thing or things that (used in specifying something). "what we need is a commitment" determiner 1. asking for information specifying something. "what time is it?" 2. (referring to the whole of an amount) whatever. "he had been robbed of what little money he had" adverb 1. to what extent? "what does it matter?" 2. used to indicate an estimate or approximation. "see you, what, about four?" and yet still, i know nothing...
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
what is what
I have chosen what I think Will be the right course of action. Then again, I didn’t really choose it. So before I wrote of an other, And he has chosen his path, so it seems. He hasn’t actually confronted me. But females do have this sense Of where something should end, Whether or not we choose to listen to The little man inside our brains. This little man Will eventually be quieted Which scares us even more. The trouble is sometimes the little man only whispers In our ears and so it is easy to miss, Or hallucinate. I cannot tell what is happening with my little man. He speaks of grandeur and ruin, But which he cannot predict. Of which I cannot predict, Because the little man is me, And I am the determiner Of my actions. The only thing I seem to be sure of Is that I know what I want, But not what is real. Am I imagining chemistry With the one person who takes me for who I am And doesn’t try to change or shape me into a certain kind of mold? But then again have I been molded By life and experience Into a new person that is not confident, But arrogant? I expect boys to fall at my feet, Like I am a ******* goddess of some sort, But that’s not who I actually am. He calls my bluff, But he still thinks I deserve good, Just not a God. I don’t think he considers himself a God. But also I don’t think he considers me As his romantic love. Just a love-stricken, Love-obsessive Girl.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Crush
Inside the space of my heartbeats, lies the calmness of my soul which helps me to reach the octave of my operose. Its hold-over tends to fly with the cold winter & turns into the colors of monsoon. How gladly, I fly! I think, I'll have to do a double-take because something is protecting me from an injury to the feelings, which can tear us apart. Shivpriya #beautifulthingsandemotions
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
Heartstrings of an adhering determiner