"lexicons" poems
Their interpretations are out
in the public domain,
either derivation serves.
Long drawn Ethmolgy
often over reaches,
Random pretentiousness increases,
until Lexicons are suppliant
causing loopholes to lessen.
trying to excogitate meaning !
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
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“Was not” was all the Statement.
The Unpretension stuns—
Perhaps—the Comprehension—
They wore no Lexicons—
But lest our Speculation
In inanition die
Because “God took him” mention—
That was Philology—
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On Monday
you are sponges
Squeezed empty by
Pokemon tournaments and
Supernatural Watchathons
On Wednesday
you are dictionaries
lexicons of hyperbolic histrionics
thesauri of sturm and drang and
angsty angsty goodness
But Friday
you are IMDB
airbenders and Fassbender and
light bending across the sails
of a ship bound for the
unreal
implausible
impossible
unnatural
illogical
while Monday
you are rabid
like word-eating mongrels
and Wednesday
you are 1930's radios
spewing never-before-heard myths and mysteries
but Friday
you are careening
between the moons of Jupiter
ungrounded
unfettered
untethered
unrealistic
imaginative
but Friday
you are
gone gone gone gone
gone
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
When men are from mercury and not from mars
It means women are from unmentioned galaxy stars
When you give me your messages
In multitudes of melodies & Curious cacophony of cranial codes
Dare I decipher this disconcerted data
In
Massive mainframes of masked mental material
Hidden honeysuckle hints buried deep within
Lust covered lurking lexicons in libraries of linguistic whisper hints
For
Love innuendos in serpentine tongues
Like a brainwave barrage by day & Titanium telepathy attacks by night
You stop at nothing to remain in my sight
I never told you I was from unmentioned galaxy stars
You’re a man from mercury and not from mars
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
The space between the notes from the piano and the thoughts in my head,
Dancing for clarity, harmonious cooperation engage, thee I bade.
For my posture poses inquiries as my pulse proposes answers
And the prospect pulls eagerly at the corners of my consciousness..
Thrice kismet collide--Will, you, and I.
A softer understanding to provide strength with ease,
passion to separately seize, while love flows ever so free.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:07 PM UTC
Still can't understand it, curse myself, its damning,
I am just one man, I am Jonathan Fernandez,
Consumed deeply in thought, stranded from the world,
Cogitating by myself, along with my own words,
I've escaped through notebooks, paper, pens, and lexicons,
I've been driven madly and destroyed all that I've set upon,
But these verses hold my cure, in it I find solace,
These words turn my soul pure, I offer no condolence,
Please excuse me if my mind decides to crash upon me,
I try so hard to stay alive but I feel like a zombie,
People stare and point at me, laughing cuz I'm different,
I laugh cuz you're the same, I'm glad that we are distant.
So I hold no regrets, I vow to never change,
true I will remain, no matter if I'm sane,
This is my domain, I've carved out my whole name,
seared it deep in flames, to immortalize my fame.
I just want to change the world, one person at a time,
feel it in every verse rehearsed, deep in every line,
I swear that I will do it if it's the last thing that I do,
Even if I have to write tens of millions of haikus,
Even if I have to write until the day I'm dead,
Even if my arms fall off, I'll write them with my legs,
I'll even write my own never-ending story,
True poetry is dead? I'll restore its glory,
My future's undecided, as fickle as the weather,
can the weatherman, tell us that, turn us to a better man?
Nothing's really certain, believe me when I say that.
I know that painful truth, because it hurts my mind to play back,
Speeding on the freeway, dawning on a new day,
Getting hard to relate, this is new praise when you lose faith.
Keep your head up, listen and embrace the somber silence,
Take life for what it's worth and always keep on smiling.
Cherish every minute, time keeps flying by,
I swear I saw it ticking down, I hope it doesn't die.
But die it must and die it shall, die it surely will,
I write so many poems because words cannot be killed.
My words will be here long after I'm dead,
The only word I want's 'Forever' on my epitaph.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
the panel of experts
spoke in learned lexicons
eager to evenly distribute
Gaussian gesticulations
I once struggled to
understand
I would crane my neck
strain my brain
to discern meaning
from these learned men
what was I seeking
to understand
from these crazy
white people?
The main point is
uncertainty
impossibility
of correct
correlation to
improbability
the rising risk
of being sure
VaR is trapped
by history
backward looking
exploring efficient frontiers
"misuse of VaR
is the misuse
of it"
huh
???
***
its my
mistaken
belief
that it is
a useful
indicator
placing
its value
at risk
such tautological inanity
comforts and soothes
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Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 3:28 PM UTC
I love you from the mountains,
I love you from the sea.
I love you full volume,
and I love you the smell of change.
For yesterday, tomorrow, today
I love you never in that order.
For today, yesterday, tomorrow I love you
Forever beyond always.
But words shrivel and dry.
My 'love' must travel many miles,
Full dust and wind on face.
My 'love' must penetrate your 'over'
A thousand times a day.
But 'love' finds 'over' amusing.
It kind of laughs and shakes its head.
'love' knows 'over' is a product
Of a lexicon long dead.
Passion, promise, and pretense
are so far removed from what was ever meant.
Save my passion,
Withhold my promise,
and **** any and all pretense.
Move in and out and up and down,
But mostly move along.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
Plethoratic memoria--
Este esta mi visión,
Becoming pictures and scenes in my mind,
As though from museums and movies.
Intimacies abound within thought processes
Incarcerated behind the bars of the prison cells
Playing public transportation between the synapses.
So many more words than are needed.
Not enough words in the world.
Words inspiring words inspiring
The colors, the visions, vitality--swirl.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
gargling laughter pours
through hands and
cloaks fingers in slippery
oil
so they slide helplessly
around the pencil
like a fly creeping up a
car window only
to thud back to the leather,
but
lexicons bloom
like cancerous lilies
when the gentle flicks
of the black letters kick
a barbed ball into your
lungs.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
Because I've come to see what "we" mean,
I can truly be me, for the first time as a man.
As "we" the two of us own happiness.
"We've" got a monopoly on joy;
And "we" are as powerful
As "you"
and "me".
Now that I'm not preoccupied by "us"
I can focus on me.
And now that there isn't an "us" to speak of,
You can get to know you.
There will always be "us's" and there will always be "we's"
For you and others and others and me.
"Us's" and "we's"
Of you and of me.
Of others, of self, and sharing in peace.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
Wrap me in thorns and set me ablaze
Push me to see what hell I can raise
Try me and tie me
What efforts I mock
Knock on my door
Or break you, the lock
Thunder and crash
Again and again
Asunder
And number
The efforts grown thin
For the armor of mine
Is the lexicons' s law
And Forging of words
Is The rapiers roar
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Such elegance ...
Each syllable
A pleasure ......
In every sense...
Intellectual stimulence
Lets our frontal lobes,
Mingle with indulgence...
The fragile side we so deftly hide....
Set to the wild to run free... .
It's a broad point...
A guillentine
A lexicons
Aphrodisiac.
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
I’m barely holding
the strings of reality together
I close my eyes
and I still see the silence enclosing
My blood burns and boils
without the option of an eruption
Keep the skin taught
like fragile emotions
God has a plan Be ******
Tethering to an anchor
cast into an abyss
It may barely be perceptible
When you trace lexicons
Like ****** ticks
But I’ve had enough of this
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
They said I was ‘queet’
I’d understand if you question
perhaps this is special pet name
between them and me?
It's not the meaning from the urban tome
dictionary of slang's common terms
while I'd not object to this other gist
it's not the meaning they had in mind.
The explanation stems from origins
'mon amour, le seul que je chéris'
I'll speak the words in my tounge
'my love, the only one I cherish'.
Look south from the British Isles
west of the Italian boot
straight from the town of lights
that blessed land across the sea.
Now here in my arms, countries forgot
they stated how they saw me
'mignonne' would be homeland word
which meant naught to me, though now I know.
Have you guessed my appeal to this special one
expressed in a word beyond lexicons?
this I know with all my brimming heart
they are also cute, oh so queet, in my eyes.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
From dark Iniquities to open pleasantries
What ever floats to the top of your dreams.
A deep velvet crush?
Could it be ?
Or is it an obsession to hear
Your arch nemesis screams'?
A painful memory
creates a loquacious bleed .
Purest intent kept
Protected or proclaimed
Remains in the heart of one
Whose pen flows from their veins
Syntax in ambivalence
"hieroglyphic script"
Mystic cryptic punny things
Secretly lie in between ......
The lines
Words for keys .....
Hypnotic reads these,
Pains or pleasure awakes the mind
Break the grind
Treasure
lexicons asylum
mercurochrome for you soul
Time to let go some healing words of your own ......
I love you poetry .....
This one's for you ......
Nov 27, 2022
Nov 27, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC
I want to inscribe this piece with a red ink like the blood
For I want people to know that I scribbled it from the depths of my heart
Perhaps, they must discern the sacrifices that I make to mix these words into a cup like tea
Or, let me write this piece with a black ink like the ***** blood
For they must know that this came from the beliefs of a black man with history, values and culture to protect. Alas, someone must be willing to tell our story the way it was, is and will be
For western civilisations have wiped away the classics of our time embossed and engraved on our hearts across the sea
Or let me write these few words with the blue ink like we used to,
For people reading this must know, like blue is to the sky,
My writings cover the entirety of the human race.
Wait, let me brew fine words from the lexicons of the old, for within their thoughts lies philosophies and secret elixir of life, immortality of the tongue.
Wait, let me write this piece with the utmost level of sagacity, prudence and wisdom, for my children must grow to appreciate my intellect.
I wish this piece brings some plagues to my desk, and a travelling ticket to roam the world
So where and how should I start?
Wait, I must make sure these arguments do not offend the big men and the highest
For they clench the keys to my door of no return
Wait, let me write about the contemporary issues in town, the trending news that all are discussing, for that will sell fast and put some few bugs in my pocket
Wait, let me read wide and re-examine my dictions, for issues of copyright and plagiarism can cost me my lifetime savings.
Wait, I must examine when and how I place my metaphors, ironies and oxymorons to fit in this piece, for literature students must study my works too.
Wait, when the power comes back, prompt me, for I did not save the last paragraph I just typed.
From the chest of a writer, comes the greatest dilemma of life, like Nelly or Kelly.
Words that are sharp and powerful to divide the flesh from the bones. Within the chest are graving issues of national consent, issues that matters the most.
From the chest of a writer lingers the verdicts of our time. Words that can make or unmake a nation.
Arguments that have the potency to divide and unite the entire universe. Peace and War.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC