"glossary" poems
When I decided to write my first poem, I thought back to the days,
when we were studying poetry and the teacher would amaze,
she'd make me write down words and things, I'd be chasing praise.
But looking back at my book now, I know what I should do,
and so here follows my glossary of things I'll write for you:
I have - Alliteration, Antagonist, Allegory and Anapest.
Characterisation, Complication, Convention and Connotation.
Elegy, Elision, Epigram and Exposition.
Free verse, Falling action, Falling meter and also Fiction.
Literal language, Imagery, Lyric poem and Irony.
Rising action, Resolution, Rising meter with Recognition.
Acatalectic, Anacreontic, Amphimacer and Amphibrachic.
Cliché, Common Measure, Couplets and Catalectic.
Deconstruction, Dispondee, Dialect Verse with a Dictionary.
Iambic Meter, Incantation, Impromptu with Inspiration.
Laureates and Limericks, Light Verse poems and Linguistics.
Metaphors, Mock-Heroics, Middle English and Movement Poets.
Oh gosh that seems a little worse, than I had it made to be,
I was expecting just to write a poem 'bout my cat and me.
I guess it's harder than it looks so I'll just give up now;
I'll let those big brave poet people, write them all somehow.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
I am a bird chair
Bird chairs may have not caught on yet
but I promise you
they soon shall
I work well with a bird lamp
Wave at Window and Book Me
a How-To-Encyclopedia
of bird chairs and lamps
Chapter Four is all bird flags
You know how hot suburban jungle gets
Stringing lights around moon
is not so difficult
When wind is at your back
much easier in a bird chair
And with a bird lamp
Shoe painting is mentioned
in the glossary
just in reference to
sadness your bird chair
might be experiencing
If you wish to re-floor carpet bag
bird chairs are perfect
accompaniments
Big things are happening in bird chairs
Look out for bird jet next
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Sometime this spring, when all
the cobwebs have been dusted,
and all the cold and dampness
has gone away, I'll sit on my
front porch and watch the lazy
clouds go by.
Sometime this spring, when there
are no more dreary days, 0r long
and silent lingering nights,
I'll sweep my front porch and
sit so grand in my rocking chair
and stare and howl at the
sumptuous moon.
Sometime this spring, I'll hold
my child in my loving arms,
and will stroke her hair and whisper
to her about all the adventures to come,
and dream and fill her head and heart
with all the joy that nature brings.
Sometime this spring.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 1:06 AM UTC
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I never cried in viet nam,
I just seemed to take it in.
The missing limbs and twisted flesh
friends one day and gone the next.
Was I too young to understand?
And need someone to take my hand?
No mother there to hold my hand
no father there to teach me ways.
To lead me through the day by days.
Just left alone, and alone I stayed
Instead I found my bottle friend
to stay my tears and hide my fears.
Back then “charley” felt they owned the night.
With blusterous thud the mortars hit,
Of saying hi it was “charley’s” way
then to be my friend by day.
From no where came the dragon ship,
and tipping his left wing
as a polite executioner saluting his victim just before unleashing hell.
W/ firery tongue lapping up the earth while mini-guns
roared, eagerly devouring all living things,
leaving “charley” w/ no where to run.
All clear, a small visit w/ my bottle friend
and back to sleep in the alcohol deep.
I was no John Wayne, I didn’t fight the war
a target yes for “charley’s” sights
when the sun gave way to night.
But no, I didn’t fight.
I never cried glossary:
Charley=VC=viet cong=enemy: by day he acted like any of the population, some were even employed around the various bases. But at sundown he would turn…
Dragonship=C-47=2 or 3 several barreled mini-guns mounted on left side of the plane capable of firing a few 1000 rounds per minute each w/ a phosphorous round placed at every 6th round a tracer. At night this made it look like a steady stream of fire coming from the plane, hence the name “dragon ship” or “puff the magic dragon.” To aim the pilot had to dip his left wing and fly in a counter clock wise fashion. Very effective weapon…
Written for a special friend A.S.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Vark sonder gehee
gloed van verspeelde perels
iemand se waansin
Unconscionable
glossary of wasted Pearl's
a swines glory
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 10:35 AM UTC
the hardest surgery is the one you perform on yourself.
Steady?
Ready?
No anesthesia but a chuckle of nervous humor
the first incision across your heart.
When you finish (many months later)
you put the scalpel down, wave weakly
to the clapping colleagues hugging each other in disbelief
from the observatory, sterile and eager
you give them a wan grin
and hope they've watched closely
so that now they know how...
how to do this.
At twenty-something, I was taught by Fear
who said nothing matters
and then at twenty-something-else I was taught by Faith
who said anything matters
And she wasn't the Sunday kind of Faith that you find
clasped between your palms, clasped like you're afraid
that if you let go the Faith will just tumble out and break.
No, she was the Faith that was bigger than God and so intimate
that sometimes I was the Faith, sometimes you were the Faith,
and sometimes the Faith was me.
So really, Faith doesn't have a name.
But Faith and Fear, they both breathe, they're each lung
and when I fill one, the other billows, after all
you need two to breathe.
And so then I, feeling bold, learned about Bravery.
I had heard about it in newspapers and history book indexes
and in our local volunteer firefighters.
Wondered if I could buy it.
Wondered how much it goes for.
But I couldn't find Brave until the moment I gave up on it
and said, ***** it, I'm so scared but I don't care anymore,
I'll just do it, Brave be ******
And surely enough, it was hiding beneath the tremors.
So really, Brave was the Siamese twin of I'll Just Do It.
which, by the way, wasn't in the glossary of this or any history book.
Everything changes, you know?
I'm changing, you're changing.
Oh, it storms me like the sea!
I secretly raise my glass to stasis, my faraway frenemy.
Don't tell the other Sagittarians, they'd exile me surely.
Change, letting go of my old faces
feels too close to dying,
feels too close to leaving you behind.
And I'm not ready to leave you behind.
Oh the West, keep your Mountains.
If only for a little longer.
I've excised my soul again and again
transplanted and sutured
but there's just no time.
Even with these visions from under the knife-
there's just no time to heal
before I'm laid on the table again.
*Faith hold me-
Fear teach me
so I can...*
Steady.
Please- stay with me.
Ready?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
Being a parody of Abou ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt
(See glossary below for translation of italicized words)
By Yossel Zweben (1929- )
Moishe Ben Shlomo (may his nostrils drip!)
Awoke as they approached the landing strip
And saw within the cabin (business class)
A stewardess with an exciting ***
The badge pinned to her ***** said Lorraine.
A life of chutzpah had made Ben Shlomo vain
And to the well-endowed hostess he said
“I bet that I could land us on my head!”
The crew who had endured his endless yack,
Found this the straw that broke the camel’s back,
And to this trumped-up braggart they declared
“Our magazine contains a questionnaire
To test your aptitude to fly this plane.”
“What a metsieh,” thought Moish, wracking his brain
And mentally the crew echoed his thought
As, finally, they got the peace they sought.
When El Al published names that had been blessed.
Oy veh! Ben Shlomo’s name had failed the test.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
i.
The day he lost her to a fallen world
He promised to be satisfied with life
His love came from above abundantly
Commissioned to give back put others first
One day the Sturm und Drang hit city streets
He viewed upon his high apartment floor
Then after business hours his neighbors parked
He witnessed many soaked from pouring rain
Instinctively he grabbed umbrella case
He pulled it from the scabbard to withdraw
His saber in right hand, ran down the stairs
Now opened sheltered fabric for the folks
The people parked now waited one by one
Because the gent had hurried them inside
He got the last one in so safe and dry
The people clapped, bade “thanks, umbrella man”
ii
Weeks later:
He heard the honking horn across the street
A straggler struggles out of vehicle
Looks like a neighbor, hadn't seen before
He gets her out of pouring rain, she smiles
This man who was as masculine as can be
Had felt his legs go weak; her pretty face
She saw his handsome face, aglow; proclaimed -
“Am pleased to meet our famed Umbrella Man”
__________________________________________
Glossary
Sturm und Drang: noun - turmoil, storm and stress, violent disturbance and disorder
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
So lethargic
Victim of calumny
Ruptured appendix
Constantly rebuked
On the pursuit of happiness
Receiving flack
So pusillanimous
Looking for something cathartic
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
First impressions are my worst impressions
Bad decisions and fallen angels
Pedantic stipulations
Derogatory semantics
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
Review the glossary
Check the index
It's a lost cause
The cut throat is fighting
The masked wrestler on a tugboat
They're both wearing Hawaiian shirts
Fight with yourself
When your're your own worst enemy
Leaving everyone scratching their heads
And hanging on every word
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
-Tommy Johnson
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
I want to feel the serene sounds of the hovering breeze
caress my chiseled cheeks and my inner core, curl up against
my hazel eyes and eyebrows, its equations of existence speaking
poetic notes within my eternal being, reciting a thousand shimmering languages over my body and soul, the way my cracking muscles rise into a circle of galaxies, farther outward in a realm in sync with Saturn, mirroring a marvelous maze of infinite, single-spaced designs highlighting the lucid landscape, illuminating its extreme brilliance and fiery passion, sparking a range of exotic highs intensifying in flight across the horizon, adding spectacular two-dimensional creations in various angles, multiplying and dividing, subtracting and combining into an immense infinity of captivating chemistry spanning the universe, how the drumbeating trees soar into a jubilant song, their magnificent leaves harmonizing with the internal rhyme, lifting towards the enchanting sky, feeling the warm air slowly shifting into a breaking beat, a rebirth of hypnotizing depths blazing its existence beyond reality, distant from the diminishing downbeats that used to pound its spinning pain upon torn dimensions, drifting into a dangling glossary of worthless words echoing through the night. I could feel the blasting intensity drumming its bass lines within this magical kingdom, every amazing thought sifting inside my heart.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Day after day
I kept on
Stacking those phrases
And I created a different
Glossary In my mind
Of unwarranted thoughts
Floating in some other place
Seeking attention
Being ignored
Wailing for approval
Rejected innumerably
Creating a hassle in my mind
A fracas among those letters
Causing dementia
But it's me myself
The bone of contention
Of these unattended
Lies.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
break
n. interruption, intermission
n. an unexpected piece of good luck, happy chance
n. a sudden dash, sprint
v. what my heart did, shatter
indifference
n. the feeling that I get from you that it doesn't really matter
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
If it riddles that
you seek answers to,
then purchase one of those
crossword puzzle books.
They're cheap
& you can cheat,
peek at the solutions in
the back of the book.
But remember
& just so you know,
I'm not found in any glossary,
so don't pretend
any planets aligned for us,
I burn indigo,
you bleed red
& we both lie alone.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
God made the country,
Unbeknowst to hope are we all as
Great oaks from little acorns grow;
So many countries gilt,
So many cultures, alack
unblemished feathers of eternal service
Scabbard in sheaths quilling Gods glossary
And man made the town, pilgrimiges and suffrages;
A foredoomed geniture of the Evil Ones chaology
Hewn to bell the cat.
The worst of Heavens vengeful justice is not
Always rightous as in faithfullnesses eschewal.
The Heirophants pen a tolling knell
Without any hope; least said
Heaven twice, soon mended-
As words in mode of passion are
Material manifestations and
Manners make the man whilst the
Hand that rocks the cradle cannot
Put brains into statues; but,
Yet, rule the bilge when the
Angels doxology enunciates war on
The world as the Devil espies all
And God ensconces but the few!
ELEETE J MUIR
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
However, in areas based on the cities.
They are our homes. [Nitrogen]; So true,
Another neighborhood; Glossary of global
globes, unfortunately, the fluitants of the war,
we have many; I want to tell you, but where
I am, in the US In the United States,
ILO research; God is not? If you find yourself
in the womb; This Palestinian says
it's always good; This is because; ==== ====
right foot | | [Id] left foot | |
Let's talk something to the female wives
He returned; He died, and she said:
However, the carrots; when I returned
Says Santa: "I fell many times;
but this is not true; by the last seal,
The Taliban city is less than the Taliban;
Make the best lenses,
bring cigarettes & toothbrushes with CREST
Exterior wall heaters, power &
People to fight & win, ceramics
Power Control Panels and Electric Guitars;
Lights, Windows, Windows, persons at windows;
Imagine gardeners; the showing of modern art;
Many are in unity
and well-written about. In other places,
| leaving a girlfriend
for the rock that cannot be seen;
entering college right after HS,
Right-handed program of teens;
How to make a smart campaign?
Where children are allowed to hear & speak,
Sports games, some kids called gods
Who cannot brag about the cats?
And the seven gates shall give thee a sweet savor;
Marcus Marcus Nireum;
it's fun to enjoy your bed, socially,
shadow of black shadow
two prophets have found the truth,
& as for the other two prophets, || he asked for a friend,
Saving it to be your first friend;
gold and silver and honey for your flavored snooch,
we were all in prison, and there cleansed,
And thanks to the two angels;
we have not been seen by many people,
only the poor,
knowing that everything has become unclean,
our sanctuaries burned; our religion is broken
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Pressed between book ends and whiskey bottles
Our drunken breathe baited for affection
Wanting love to find ourselves
The unabridged version
We search glossary definitions looking for a respite of tainted
Cursively speaking alcoholic cacophonies
We rode the light energy of 5 in the morning
Leaving behind the pages of insecurities
That night we confessed the unthinkable
Begging for our names to written in the manifest of history
Wanting nothing more than to be each others sunrise
Slurring our last names into one, till death do us part
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
It’s ok to be harmlessly pretentious
give your ideas and life some credit
& venerate your ideas with research
don’t browbeat others with negativity
or a misjudged sense of intellectuality
but don’t be afraid to aim for lofty ideas
perhaps ideas that are hard to fully grasp
even seemingly beyond your comprehension
the most interesting ideas usually work that way
immerse yourself in the terminology of your interest
until you can understand the language of their glossary
eventually writing new sentences that become paragraphs
until what seemed like a pretense becomes the present tense.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
I versus eyelid
Tryna' see through the thin veil
Small lights and large galaxies
Fill up the dark void
Constant change
As I still look back and try to learn
More and books are piled upon my desk
Finished writing,
Another blank page.
Finished reading,
Another wall of text.
Animalized
By the empty looks the mirror gives
Exiling all the facts of truth
But find I'm still ironside to the lies
Flipping through a never-ending glossary
For an answer that doesn't exist
On a search for the infinite
Emotions eight times flipped
They root it deeper down
As if it's the seed that never sprouts
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Purely my opinion
But I really have to say
I often don't understand it
And I just want to convey...
I feel lost in this world of "poetry"
Often floundering and splashing
In this ocean full of words
Against the rocks I feel I'm crashing
onto the beach that is the glossary of terms
A-Z my head I'm bashing
On the poems I often "heart"
Others I end up quietly trashing
Though I get a bit excited
when my lightning sign is flashing
That's when I start to think that maybe
poetry feels...
SMASHING!
:-)
Please tell me I'm not alone
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Do we use the glossary when searching the back pages of our lives follow the indexes when something perplexes
Motions making sounds ,representing actions & reactions ,lessons forming curiosity ,constantly seeking answers
Surrounding ourselves with sounds ,breaking into syllables ,basics as a beginning then hopefully turning us into detectives
Now lessons become narratives not always with a heart moving title ,but open feelings harder to bridle, days forming chapters
As new breaths begin in a nursery, mysteries are awaiting within the walls & halls ,nooks & books of depositories
From embryo to a first cleansing ,protection is constant ,warmth of blankets envelop similar to bindings encasing the fruits comprised on papyrus.
Opening the world through the first window ,light ,sky, flowing forms taken in with a healthy grin,integral parts of out future stories
The main doors as a cover ,silence is golden while the words are screaming ,what is first? a daily rag ,twirling of the mighty globe?
facts or fiction now lay fractured
Fondly absorbing phonics ,tasting the clicks or ticks & annunciations still samples for future refining
Labeled as language or merely absorbed as sound forming ,trying to become an individual expression
Flashcards as roots into an inner corridor, signals separated with commas dots or dashes ,awaiting future defining
Roads or paths laid out like aisles, alphabetized such as street names shelves as floors of buildings ,books as unopened doors to a new lesson
A long life search no longer monotonous as a Dewey decimal offered ,but click or a flick ,automated corrections leaving many clueless
Even building faith often based within bindings ,factors of fame or items for blame made best by those who clearly see the text
Holidays as often as book of the month ,b.m.i. becomes t.m.i. , forever offering lessons in hindsight ,many offerings to amuse
A mind akin to a vault taking in all offerings by default ,endless it seems for storage capacity ,Librarians or doctors can off a new zest.R.C.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
It's a fruit and a flavor
Could be a hue of a color
A tint and a pigment
A portrait and scent
Sometimes, they're your cheeks
The warmth of bright crimson blatant
It's a rare feeling that seeks
An affection in a full crescent
It could be accessories, too
The way those glossy cherries shine
In a hard denim fabric
Embroidered patches on light or navy blue
Stickers on faces, easily frantic
And chains just beneath your exposed mid-thighs
It's innocent, bold, and compulsive
They sparkle within your eye
Its pure nectar peregrinates through your veins
Becoming your blood and cry
It's a powerful topping
That's why you're on top
It's sugary and charming
But you aren't sweet enough
My first glances did not quite match my perceptions
Forming a glossary of you is just an easy favor
Who else would thought that they couldn't be the next victim?
Because it's true that "cherry" is just a fruit and a flavor
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
When someone you love
loves someone new
your empty heart
still feels happy for
Them.
When They realise
the Hurt
that eats away at your chest
too little, too late
and Their words start pouring out
Their song sung
with such a colourful glossary;
and yours
more monotone,
and you both know then that
you're
untitled
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Glossary of generics, favourer of all merit, ****** to detach detained editorial.
Some come in softly, hard heads take big splats. Lukewarmness salts thy unfruitful earth, where newborn births are stars to their own mania's, Cranium's go connected! Stretched parsels to broken fibula's!
Moralist preachers teach to the misbehaved, can you account for the thousandth day you've encountered?
For the slaves you've made out of your own bloodline, you've lost much of your own commandments you lowly persuationer!!
Old partied savourer!!!
Dissatisfaction finalizes all authories where glory is none, cheatings no more fun? Haha for you can clap your solid hands to gentled tears, for missing years are operetic in cower and palate!!!!!
Wake yourself to thine nail, strike one time with a mallet for all reasonings gone, gone, gone . when its you that has lost,
When its thy world who hath won!!!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC