"nomenclatures" poems
Oakes-photo, hypocrisy and flagrant mirky plateau. Brimming celestial warrants overcrowding public housing systems. North-South lights, sell costly iPhone Apps; and then there are Social Societies of non-verbal delight. Password protected non-profitable and over-costly educations of no reward or biblical synonyms. Catastrophizing hash-tag dot.com. Weary party going poster children with glowing anemone guts, fruity looped cantlings, ravenous scattered supper clubbed coughing up ******* on their strange and central affairs unit. Overcome the candisation and sugary affairs of any of the ***** and pops that erstwhile matter less and less. We are speaking of nomenclatures that don't arise. Promises and by which confession aloof romanticizes every Tom dicking Mary that carries the theory of sustainable energy, prussian blue, and irregular browsing.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
Take life in bitesized chunks, let the histories overlap, BOOM! New life, fresh life everlasting.
Vectors
Abstractors
Nomenclatures.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
My suede shoes are green.
Well, no, they're forest.
My, how the sky is blue.
More cloudy and teale.
The Church is corrupt.
Their message isn't.
The educated egot.
I've been called
Egit, stupid, idiot,
And codface
(try to find a definition for that).
Not proud of those nomenclatures,
But at times they fit me like cells.
But when I come across the Midvale gifted,
Who try to convince me that
East Indians are West Indians,
Well,
I remove my simpleton's conical cap.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Strange magnificent magnetism
nominates nomenclatures managing to nimbly
grasp their gamy mouse.
Nannies nibble, notoriously naive,
masking their matronly magics.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
Epicurean fantasies of being
Soaked up when teething
Gazing at a sightless ceiling
Missed nomenclatures peeling
Words drunk up like simple soda
**** lucky we ain’t in South Dakota!
Hallows Eve found in backwards verse
Picked up from a costumed nurse
Slung loose upon a stage
Taking on details ill equipped for the page.
Words drunk up like simple soda
**** lucky we ain’t in South Dakota!
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Beyond the tightly drawn silence
the truth lies resolute.
The silence;
disguised by nomenclatures
like an elusive smoke wave
disppears; so mystifying,
in our everyday.
Who is watching, but the wary?
Evoked by fear, sometimes impatience,
the eyes that wandering.
And some cower, secure under the shield
of substantial fashion it gleams;
the easy retreat.
Should I fight?
Dawn the lens that zooms in
to clarify the tomes I carry
that boast of the legacy of truth.
Unknowing if it will sooth.
Or should I just nod along,
turn the page and carry on,
without dwindling about circumstances
that shape or uproot.
Existence.
But, why do I question,
when I have already begun,
listening to silence.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
My dear, erudite fellow…!
Schemed and skilled in academic prowess
Celebrated at your time as accomplished
At your season you were adhered and revered
Extol in your adorn ceremonial gown and cap
That Season are memories well celebrated and spoken of
But seasons come, seasons go!
Old seasons heralds’ new seasons
And yet new season another season
Seasons come in succession and progression
One birthing another, for yet another
And another like in circles
No! not circles of rounds but pyramids of circles
Changing hypotheses Progressing humanity;
Nomenclatures of human existence needing no divinations.
However, Human perversions; greed, pride, and more….
Configurations that have nibbled nature and time scheduled blessings:
A beautiful life, charming nature, a gift scuttled by vein makeups.
Make-ups that changes originality and mars the truth!
Sir, your celebrated research and findings were great yesterday
Beautiful yesterday was history for great tomorrow to cope.
Oh! Beautiful yesterday, salty today not fit tomorrow
The irony of seasons gift of nature but welcomed
Welcomed like the plantains stems that plans its maturity and gives way.
Do we say more?
Of the pumpkins that spreads its hands and tips, anchor its support to grow and births great seeds to replace itself
For posterity is in the replication of self in truth and character:
The excellence of continued originality in human search and psyche
This is the Hallmark of Academic definitions and redefinitions.
Societal evolutions pass on from age to age, from generation to generation.
Wither re’ you’ sir?
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Deep seethed question you only can answer.
But you ought to know this…...!
The ground is not strong enough to stop sprouting young seeds.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC