"suffixes" poems
Can we exchange dialogue
from master scripts too ten minute plays?
Inhaling every exhale from your line breaks
Prefixes soothing my ear drums
intellect holding suffixes.
Allowing your stories to take me too worlds
literature can’t reach.
Where archetypes are dynamic
antagonists don’t exist
and you’re the only character not flat.
Stasis starts situations
When you’re the intrusion
I follow all stage directions
put me inside your prepositions,
cover me in your verbs
let me hold your nouns
lay my head on your adverbs
and fall asleep to your adjectives.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
you can hear the echo via Zizek the Slovak,
well, attire me in slavic myths and
i'll be mumbling purrs in mud too
for a helium bubble to become a comedian,
i know a jittery ******* addiction
when i see one...
if one thing the catholic schooling system
taught me was how to avoid
sniffing glue and how to recognise
a Freudian apostle - still, with all
the hippy **** you'd think
sniffing glue was what Ukrainian existentialism
prescribed with paracetamol,
catholic education just said: no no.
**** me it's the late 90s and we're talking
post-Chernobyl antics...
but that's how i see the left, leftist politics,
the right
utilises prefixes and suffixes in the
old stance of simple pre- pro-
anti-
qua-
-so so...
the left? oh they're right in there...
their prefixes are
Marxist-
liberal-
Hegelian-
whatnot...
they don't
use abstract prefixes,
their prefixes
are concrete,
they want the porridge in their mouth
to ensure a slur that never comes,
among a range of onomatopoeias they argue
from the perspective of the hushed and ushered crowd,
via one observation: Stalin clapped after a speech
to enjoin with the crowd, a real big brother,
****** never clapped, a sitting-duck method;
i'm not advocating, but by a proxy placebo dynamo
experimenting, it's called experimenting with
thought rather than practising with will,
former no chance of footstep evaluation for
cult status imitable -
the left intellectual
has no rubric of thought concerning to and fro -
it has to be concrete layered and a shut off
perfect architecture without fault -
it can't be what it is -
con-
has to be conservative
pro-
has to be socialist
you once said legitimate
transparency - but you didn't say legislation -
well, the left understood it as legislation,
the right too wanted legitimate transparency -
the green party said we could have neither
but could have the replanting of a thousand
oak trees with a Robin Hood placard on the first
oak tree replanted in Sherwood Forest...
b. ~ d. ~... shot ~100 bent arrows into a bullseye -
hurrah! hurrah! maid marian lost her virginity
too! to a broomstick rather than maradona's
fingernail toothpick!
at an essex market the cockney shouts (out of
place): *** yer courgettes! *** yer courgettes!
ta fa a pudding! ta fa a pudding!
*** yer cucumbers! tooth firth 'un!
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Words
They're all I know
They've kept me from
Suicide
Kept me from
Emotionally exploding
They helped me
Understand me
I feel sorry for the illiterate people
Because our capability
To write
Helps make us human
To see our flaws
And correct them
To tell our story
Our fantasies
Our dreams and
Our imagination is
Clearly expressed through words
Spoken and written
I love words
Love the big ones
And the small
I love compund words
Or words with prefixes and suffixes
I love words
Because I feel as though
They will never leave me
They are here until my sanity is gone,if ever
And I can smile each day knowing
That even if life isn't going great
There is a story
About a girl
Who's life is finally starting to get better.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
It starts as a faint buzz in your ears
Then you ignore it for days, even years
"It's no big deal. I'm okay," you say
"It will probably just go away."
But it never did, to your displeasure
You did say "probably" for good measure
And you wonder if that single seed of doubt
Would be how your tomorrow turns out
The buzzing grows louder like the chattering of birds
Prefixes and suffixes, but not quite words
You try to make sense of it, but try is all you accomplish
Your only clue is it was spoken in English
Days rolled by without end
The sounds seemed harder to comprehend
But soon enough, you started hearing a tiny voice in your head
The day the batteries went dead
And you take off the headphones you've been wearing all your life
Surprised to discover a world full of violence and strife
I guess that old saying is true, it appears
We only hear what we want to hear
*But you can hear me now, can't you?
Tell me you hear the cries of the widows and the fatherless, too
This war is a lie; that is all it ever was
And devour our humanity is all it ever does*
*But hearing never really gets us anywhere
Tell me what do you do now that you're aware?
Will you march on the streets and spread the word?
Or will you go on pretending like you never heard?*
*Tell me, tell me, tell me what to do
Good men are dying and we are, too
Open up your eyes; can't you see?
I am you and you are me*
**The voices grew into cacophony
A harsh, discordant sound devoid of harmony
Into a crescendo it roared along with the bombs of war
Slowly revealing to us the monsters that we are**
**First went Little Boy then down went Fat Man
The loudest noise ever created by man,
248 decibels, ending a tale of two cities
And then** ... silence.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 4:10 AM UTC
oasis soul
aches open sored genre of suffixes
or not enough crying alone
right natural science psychologists know
the medications and forms to get the payments
I am drugged amazement willing
to watch
and sigh
dreaming of a good time, dose shelters
the destination
faster than reality.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
In just seven steps, you can find out:
• How to make the best scrambled eggs
[pepper ‘n love]
• How to improve Scrabble scores
[suffixes are our friends]
• How to buy a house
[budget before sealing the deal]
• How to think like Leonardo Da Vinci
[infectious curiosity and commitment]
But despite the obscene amount of time,
I spend scouring and scrolling,
I can’t seem to stumble upon,
The part of the Internet,
That has the instructions,
To keep your heart happy,
While keeping my mind sane.
Perhaps the sadness and insanity,
Will be a welcome change,
Allowing us to rediscover each other,
In the most honest light.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Derk! The Harold angels sing.
The muffin is my savior. Jesus lies.
Pacific Islands. The screaming of fires.
Rulers. Words. Meters. Feet.
The magnetic field is the only field.
If I could trust baseball, I would.
But cereals, Vonnegut, lies.
-ectomy. The ubiquitous suffix.
Suffixes make the world hell.
-ism, -itis, -like, -tude, cease
your
silly
constructions!
Constructions
are
power
I will smash
bye bye now
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
After Pamela Sutton’s “Forty”
Since when are words lost, numbers dominating?
Until today, it was vernacular, not mathematics.
All changed at 18
when numbers engulfed my life like a tsunami.
1 life.
1 drive to school, traffic on the 405, 25 minutes;
10-minute parking; first class at 8.
8 dollars per hour x 3 day work week = no shopping.
Under my parents’ life insurance,
for now.
One life.
One dream of commencement, a sea of black and gold;
students as adults, graduating, growing up,
careers: the only things that matter now.
One dream of wheeling a patient into the OR
and he grasps my hand.
One saved life.
66 specialties for a nurse.
8 stories in CHOC Hospital;
279 beds.
One goal for everyone; nurses, patients, families—
disease-free, healthy.
One hospital specializing in children;
one in Orange, thousands of facilities.
One late night in Riverside the kitchen fluorescents
slowly brings the eyes of two, one father, one daughter,
to a close.
58 notecards, handwriting messy and smudged.
12 prefixes, 37 roots, 9 suffixes.
44 years: 1 student: Dad.
The point where my future was clear.
One goal, one career,
one life.
The subtle hum of the white lights lulls us to sleep
as the room slowly darkens.
September 2013
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Corroding off in wreckless control
Repeated lines stretching infinitely in ambiguity
Sharp muscle relaxant mistakes
As we career off the road
Into a ravenous singularity
We are unforgiving, cynical yet synthetically joyous
Quick to pardon
Whipped with a gold leash
Delicate, leaves, Celtic music
Rubik's cubes in our throats
We're ready to let love in, willing
Nova tech, drunk masks and indication
Indignation, we clutch, we fail
Partial to conditions
Stones out of focus
Accelerate
Engines bleed borders
You are the free way
Impotent with quartz remnants
Ruins to our fantasy
You hide history
Covered in my burrow
Braking until necks break & bags burst
Powdered hair, liquid lips
Let's drive home
Go beyond the limit
Break each others bones
And crush our entities
Suffocate on suffixes
Her explanation acquits the doubt
As we appear closer than we may actually be
Industrial stacks stretch towards invisibility
Letting go of their concentrate
Gelatin mind
levitate into connection
Cups turned upside down
Entrapping ego in near vacuum
Aqua ducts bouncing off feline eyes
2 & a 4
Perfect air in a foreign atmosphere
Spinned on axis, ways to conduct
Your supply
Secede madness
Eternal order
Lungs sharply inhale with uncertainty
Hydroplaning your attempts at adultery
Decision was never your thing
Unmoving at every turn
Passion with objects
Reactions flicker between humility
It gives gifts
Your skin melts to the touch
Chocolate in magma
Molten sound deafens drench
Jealous mess, dividend
Hugging and dripping black with stability
Back, holy scripture written with integration
Sealed with treachery, acetate photography
Capturing clear innocence
Boredom and sinfulness
Spiked militant
Pencil drawn neuroses, veil
Bow down to schematics, we're radar
Sonar structure solar
It's all part of the process
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
My bastardized Latin name approximating "[One who] reflects inner wisdom."
I love playing with etymology.
Cogitationis roughly translates to "thinking/meditation/reflection"
Sapien sort-of means "wise/wisdom/sentient" (like **** Sapiens)
Intrum is something like "inner/inside/within"
and the letter u was once writ as the letter v in the Latin world, so I replaced the us with vs and trifled with likely absolutely incorrect suffixes to make it more fun to say.
Hence: Cogitatio Sapientvs Intrvm
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Atoms
Ions
Protons
Neutrons
Electrons
Periodic Table
Moles
Molecules
amus
Molarity
Dilutions
Titrations
Calorimetry
Bond Enthalpy
Redox reactions
Non-redox
Oxidization
calories
Calories
Solubility rules
RICE tables
Stoichiometry
Polyatomic ions
Prefixes
Suffixes
Intensive
Extensive
Imperial units
Metric units
.
.
.
I don't understand yet
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
I think I may be the only man
who enjoyed lying in bed re-reading
THE COLLEGE GUIDE TO GRAMMAR
that every Andover student had to buy
while my girlfriend and her nine-year-old
son were in the living room memorizing
lines from OVER THE RAINBOW on TV.
I also enjoyed reading Webster's entire
3rd Edition Dictionary. It was Dr. Gillingham,
an Andover English teacher who had gotten
his PhD from Oxford, who introduced me
to the HARBRACE VOCABULARY WORKSHOP,
an incredible tool with which to study etymology,
a lifelong hobby of mine. Essentially, one learned
the prefixes, roots, and suffixes of the Anglo-Saxon,
Latin, and Greek languages and thereby was often
able to take an English word, it's meaning as yet un-
known, break it into its parts, and begin to understand
the meaning of the English word. I found this exciting.
The goal was not to become pedantic, but as a poet,
to be able to choose the "precise" word needed to convey
as well as possible the meaning of the entire poem.
What fun!
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Mar 20, 2023
Mar 20, 2023 at 3:32 AM UTC
I am wearing a ***** shirt,
It is crumpled and twice worn before
On days when laughter echoed the halls
Of aorta and vena cava,
But the sound curdled and went stale
As entropy ran through veins,
As my name rang in your ear,
The animosity grew in your cold stare.
I am wearing odd socks.
I haven’t found a partner,
Nor do I understand the use
Of matching two things the same.
If I were in love with the mirror
Then I should just wear one sock,
Let my sock’s noose sink into my supple skin
And slowly cut my ankle.
I haven’t washed my tie
In the entire time I have owned it,
Or the time it has owned me,
I feel the ***** cotton, wrapped
Tight around my neck-
Binding my words,
Suffocating my suffixes,
And the most heavenly of words have bruises…
The whitest of silken beds,
Was marred with blood
Before it was clad in armour,
Now nothing can harm her.
Nothing gets in..
The covers are not warm
And nobody sleeps there.
Less of a bed now,
Thinks defensively, now.
The colour begins to fade.
Ethereal façade
I don’t leave my door open anymore,
Darkness crept in
And I don’t dare let it out.
I have grown fond of the colour,
Or lack of it.
Personal pronouns-
The more I use the word ‘I’,
The less fond I become of it.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
Someone once told you,
“You can always fit into the ideal
Some pins and needles and metals and creams shall do the work!”
So you can flaunt your pretty face,
“Get rid of that crooked teeth”
“ Lemons shall bleach your lips”
“Ha-ha, you have hair on your face”
“Do this to tone your arms”
“ Take this for fairer skin”
“ Time for a nose job?”
So what did you do?
You smiled with your lips closed,
For insecurities lingered there and shut them tight.
“That's better” and so the shutter bug smiled with tobacco stained teeth.
You kissed with pink and men fell in a row, but with the once purplish black, you kissed with love.
“Aw, look at you now” out came the words from someone's black lips tarnished with bleach.
When the wax strips made you cry, the same someone reminded you that pain, it's a side effect of beauty.
You did oh so many things for
That someone's validation.
Soon, you forgot your true color
You became plastic.
You disappeared as you fitted
Into the society.
You became another,just another
Pretty face
There were so many after all…
You forgot those imperfections
Those; which once made you original
Someone dragged you down
Someone stripped you of confidence
Someone pushed you into immortal insecurities.
Someone wrote for you the ideals you should stick with.
You who once used to be Her with no prefixes and suffixes, maybe sometimes garnished with smart, nice and talented
Became
Pretty eyes
Pink lips
“Did Cleopatra give you her nose too?”
And so was already decided the words of your mourners.
You are pretty
But insecure
Are you beautiful?
That someone didn't give you the instructions for that.
Flaunt your imperfections
That will make you beautiful….
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
For instance look the words "hello poetry"
If we break down hello you get hells low or o hell no
Poetry "poet" means a "collection of"
"Ry" means "art of"
So poem means a collection of art
We have a job job in hebrew means "persecute"
When we work a week (weak)
We make our earning (urn)
Which urn is ashes for the dead
By the time the weekend comes we are weaken (weekend)
We say good morning
Mourning is what you do after someone has died
And when you a-wake
Up in the morning lol
A wake is a party for the dead
So you're literally saying "I'm mourning after someone has diedand I'm going to party " every day on the conscious superconscious and subconscious without awareness
When you pray you become the prey
N what precisely are you preying about
A blessing which means "b"-" less "
So When you say "bless" you you're saying "be less of you"
Also noticed the word "it"
It is associated with many definition or deaf phoenicians
It is defined as a third person
Such as Nike's SLOGAN "just do it"
"Its up to you" "let me at it" "Its not that hard" "let it be" "it ain't nothing" just a few to name
We are casting sp-ells without even knowing "it"
Most folks go to the gospel or Godspell
So if we break it down el is God
God is an anagram for dog
Also com-mon is a word used alot
Com means together mon means one
So common means together as one
Uni also means one verse means truth
So the meaning is "one truth"
Think it ain't illegal yet crazy right
Study the pre-fixes (before fixed) suffixes (suffer because of it) and root word origins or etymology (study of true sense and meaning) and you'll see how they tricked us ito witchcraft
There's a reason they are "curse" words
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC