"floccinaucinihilipilification" poems
it is a post-human resistance to still-born meat,
the floccinaucinihilipilification of the catholic retreat;
another God disguised to look like me.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
forging sagacious epoch
activating neural station
escaping hokey-pokey jiggery-pokery
transcribing ineffective fragments
digesting bear news
opposing usual exhaustion
deferring oxter reference
cascading style sheets
containing double readings
mumbling lorem ipsum
locating moose jaw
enforcing meticulous patterns
deconstructing vertical centering
manifesting additional destinies
deleting !important statement
craving sleep paralysis
receiving cryptozoological vibrations
lightning fast collapse
distracting tunnel vision
culling deadbeat sequentialists
overanalyzing twitter analytics
acquiring arbitrary relevance
spinning ping-pong sign
floccinaucinihilipilificating
floccinaucinihilipilificated
floccinaucinihilipilification
interjecting ****** holophrase
minifying conventional language
securing downpour refuge
admiring octopus chandelier
resuming party music
taking mental trip
encountering ersatz telesthesia
denigrating bygone grudges
maintaining elevated composure
ignoring neurotypical haters
eliciting cryptic emotions
foreshadowing triple crown?
experimenting acrostic restriction
noticing ubiquitous "threes"
aggrandizing loyal legion
favoring ursine narratives
finding oblique resilience
yielding orchestral undulations
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
I’ve written enough small poetry
to start a nuclear war.
Do you want to die in traffic
behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall.
Control eludes us. The hero
loses urinary control, the unified nation
loses missile control, lost my timepiece, lost my metronome,
now my music is ethereal as an archangel’s.
No owl hoots or duck quacks
or squirrels ********
or spiders spanning rampikes.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of nature.
No greater tragedy than a tipping
point that tests the hero’s gullibility, complicity,
self-control, comity, sense of humor
which is the only remedy not to hate those in authority.
Them guys with guns at the Michigan state house,
fat bearded tattooed ****** off white bros.
Norsemen, Crusaders, Vikings, Britons.
For despair there is no forgiveness. Peace out.
Nuclear mischief, mad Man’s most incandescent bloom
and the devil who exists to carry the load
when we misbehave and fight among ourselves.
I wake up to my skin boiling off my bones.
Humor is the only remedy, or is ardor the best way forward.
We’ll see how things work out in the next generation.
The same diverse, spoiled, unpatriotic revolutionaries as at the nation’s
beginning
trying to reverse the future, making phone calls to get out the vote in
Georgia, hating the desert for having no water.
Events keep piling up,
the future depends on ourselves.
Conflict is inevitable and in this conflict power must be challenged by
power
so err on the side of patience, perseverance and impermanence.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
A tiny and mere space of nothing in-between,
No smiles or tears to capture in one’s heart,
Lifeless emotion to stare on aimlessly,
Graves are open to fill in, in part.
Blank eyes have souls of no matter,
Tea stains in perfect hollow rings,
Thoughts come and go with furious wind,
Take attention of nothing he sings.
Fingers punching at plastic and horror,
Read on dear people no love of pans,
Lapping on ***** to feel something, anything,
Speed in lines in ***** in acid coloured cans.
Brace yourself Time my ***** master,
I’m running to you now without jittery retention,
Catch my waist as wings give promise in attendance,
Pain gone or exhausted floccinaucinihilipilification.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
it grieves me
the major dictionaries
cannot agree
on the longest word
in the English Language
The Oxford English proposes:
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Merriam-Webster champions:
electroencephalographically
and others list: floccinaucinihilipilification -
but look, I am no counterrevolutionary
and I'm not attempting any deinstitutionalisation
but really the longest word in the English Language
(and let's settle this once and for all, amicably) is:
SMILE
Why?
because there's a mile between S and E...
You see? Easy!
Makes you wonder if
the editors of major dictionaries
are visuallyintellectuallyfacialmuscularlychallenged
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
Noun: Estimating something as worthless.
Example: "How much value you've put on my heart"
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
word worrier
word wanderer
caught impossible
thought entirely
lexicographer extraordinaire
except for those I’m dumb on
like Floccinaucinihilipilification
which could mean
anythang x
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
I carry the runes of you in my pocket
Smoothed while recalling
Your blank walks
A wash of blackcurrant and
Holly in your hair
Wandering aimless by shorn clapboard
and storm kestrels overhead.
I think of your eyes
While watching Venus blink,
Tiny speck of green popping
Out of the witching hour’s emptiness
Distracted by a sweet orb only daring to show itself
in time-lapse Morse code-
City firefly’s shy hesitant glow
of phosphorescent luciferase
Impermanent tattoos in the humid air
Asphyxiated by the hum
of flowing electrons by wayward wings
Vintage and neon.
I sweep your edda into the hearth
Ashen mingling of myrrh
and incense sprinkles its cinnamon
Onto bare exposed brick.
The lightning-scarred tree
with its bullseye of char
Burned inside-out,
Cindered base,
Reminds me of our concatenated dreams.
I touch the ghost of you
Roaming the paths of King’s Chapel
and Granary Burial Ground
Farsick and windtalking to yourself.
I still taste the ozone on your lips
After you rained all night.
I throw the bait of you into the water
and the sunfish of Northwood Lake nibble the worms
of your toes.
And I watch the sawing motion of your thoughts
on DVR over and over
Hearing the fibers tear
Knowing the damage of blades and friction
How your heart will always bear
All ninety stone
of Hunters Lodge.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Some parents try to control their children,
There's nothing wrong with controlling them,
No, there's nothing wrong with it, they think,
And they keep on doing it and dictating them.
As they find nothing wrong with it, they do it.
They satisfy the unrelinquished egos of their own,
Suffocating the children even after they grow up.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
I trip into this mind and find absurdity where words should be.
Some use words as toys, those boys are ill bred though well fed on literature of that I'm sure.
Everything is anything as nothing can be too,
do you see that the absurdity though alphabetically is in order is quite out of order to me?
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
there's mold and dust
what was golden once
now cold and rusted
entrusted with fifth grade kisses
a list of lost kittens and *******
the bed at an unreasonable age
locked away
in a cage
in a cave
in a wave
of soda exploding
opening a lethal dosage
of emotion and
friendship is born again
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
big words can constrict me
leaving little room to wiggle free,
they constrain
unequivocally,
there for show and tell, no doubt!
What can I do with discombobulate
that I can't do with confuse and frustrate?
Or maybe I can postulated
it's just a suggestion
can you relate?
When I say big words,
I meant to say long
cos little words like hope and love have more worth and meaning than floccinaucinihilipilification
Or maybe l'm dumb and use to procrastination
putting off what can be cleverly done.
But if I find a word that's lenghty
and hits the spot just right
I will use it ostentatiously,
or so I might.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
lean into the wind they say
balance on the ***** of your upturned feet
shut your eyes and away the breeze will take you
falling is a floccinaucinihilipilification
yet when you hit the ground
it's so much more
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
*Floccinaucinihilipilification
Is what I strive to write
Something so rare with finesse and flare
That will open up any minds eye
A poem that celebrates the beginnings
And lets go gracefully of the end
A poem that when it is written
Will lift the weary heart of man
That when you open up life's pages
Here is where you'll find
Floccinaucinihilipilification
In all that it is that I write*
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
To me you are floccinaucinihilipilification,
and as ugly as the word too...
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
This longest unchallenged nontechnical word
That not many directories know or have heard
Often times it's used in a humorous way
It's pronunciation is quite hard to say
Its numbers of letters, I count 29
The meaning of it I aim to define
The action or habit of something as worthless
A word it seems that serves not much purpose
An interpretation of this means "for nothing"
Found in the Eton Grammar textbook in Latin
Used by an English poet in work of his own
In 1741 by William Shenstone
Not used much today, wonder why this is true?
This sesquipedalian has not much value!
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Floccinaucinihilipilification
It’s a long word spreading
Cruelly throughout our nation.
Prices high, feeling cold
So much hate, Im getting old
I will now confess
It’s gone all a mess
I got this feeling of
Worth full ness.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC