rules for naming systems from relatively informal conventions centering around political and/or philosophical dominance;
theoretical linguistics connect global existence: commonality experienced through identification;
etymology reveals derivation evolution per society—
namely among men;
History repeated itself over time; no man without woman— nor perfect Eden unless contrasted by choice
In the beginning was Ferz Wazir, Vizier, Hetman, Lipp until finally a Queen under Isabella I's reign
During such troubadour tradition called courtly love, she arose more powerful than any predecessor essential to her king's survival;
if lost, nothing of value remains— as though Adam, alone holding only Eve's bitten apple had he chosen obedience instead
"Long Live the Queen" . . .
words: 105 unique: 105 ( sans end quote )
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco. ( Alternate writings under three additional accounts: Ex-Machina, Agent Starling, TwoSpirit )
Posted: 22nd April 2019 11:32pm
Joined 20th Mar 2015 Forum Posts: 1180
Before operating on this sterile body of work occupying intensive care - defibrillate!
Conditoned critical, my poetry lying there under so many lamps death near
Charging to 500 amps; shouts CLEAR!
and it takes a breath
Rescuscitated, weak, restored hereabouts to land of the living - no longer terminally pathetic destined for a morgue shelf
When it comes to honest critique my dear Poetic Medic is kind thoroughly giving of her healing self
for Ahavati with Love 💜😷💋
My other DUP accounts used for writing poetry from alternative perspectives : Magnetron , Mary Walker , Psycotic Mastermind , Anarchitect
Posted: 23rd April 2019 1:37am
Joined 30th June 2016 Forum Posts: 142
22/30 A Garden Pet
One day I was in Nana’s and Grandpa’s yard in the early morning after spending the night at their house and the flowers were waking up.
I looked beneath them and saw a tiny green worm moving along, clambering over the bark mulch and inching towards me.
I got down to ground level and put my ear close to the ground and heard something like, ‘Someday, you will write about all this and lots of people will read it’, and I whispered in reply, ‘Someday you will become a butterfly’, and heard, ‘So will you'.
I went inside to have breakfast. I didn't tell Nana and Grandpa about the worm.
110 words, 80 unique
'I am not mad' -Salvador Dali
Posted: 23rd April 2019 4:40am
Joined 12th June 2017 Forum Posts: 903
I spent yesterday in the joy of sharing with family and friends and it wasn't until posting my 21 piece here that I turned on the TV to find that hate had once again reared it ugly head, this time in Sri Lanka As I sit here now composing this, my thoughts are not really here, but I will carry on just like those who are victims of the hate that plagues mankind, for to do less would be to surrender to that evil.
84 words, 67 unique
Posted: 23rd April 2019 4:55am
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 436
LADIES AND GENTS, POETRY! Poem 22 of 30
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking. Made worse by no sleep and old age. Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Haphazard the choice of the words I am linking. Friend, come May, please cover my cage. My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Muse inspired well spring was once overflowing. Now sputters barely trickling in place on the page. Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Heart and soul naked myself overexposing. Reluctant to tap my big barrel of rage. My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Resorting, en fin, to nonsensical rhyming Lada lada weeda quoth the Vada va Vage. Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Prone to hyperbole, incessant kvetching. Not so subtly admonished to act my own age. My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking. Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Posted: 23rd April 2019 5:02am
Edited: 24th April 2019 2:12am
Fire of Insight
Joined 24th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 132
Double post (excused for professional reasons)
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen. It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers. The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side. All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of frenulum hinges creaking madly. Not only are we there
to surround ourselves with shadowy flutters made large on the walls of trees
and flutes of frisson altercations in bubbly angels, we exchange feelers and draw
the veins as vines. What is your life story? Also another fact.
We say who we were right then. Tell me, were you made to uncurl your proboscis and bend the antennae down as the television turns into dirty snow. We disturb each other’s entry-ways with tell me more, tell me more about the world outside, I’ve just came from this place, this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky, I barely made it out. The subject always leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there without science. Once upon a hot night, I placed the volts of a blue moon as guard and by morning I blew the ashes of splinter- sized hands and an eye of a wing out the window. Fire and wind, two kinds of flight and the Deaf have just begun a wordless dream of day.
21: 87 unique words of 136 22: 100 unique words of 143
Posted: 23rd April 2019 7:59am
Fire of Insight
Joined 12th July 2017 Forum Posts: 71
Carrie Lou, Carrie Lou Your name pierces my fragile ears Sisters follow your tattered staff And gather in scarlet tents I beg you to repent
Carrie Lou, Carrie Lou You’re blinded by your craft The devil lives inside of you How many matches does it take To finally burn yourself?
Carrie Lou, Carrie Lou Leave your wicked ways Burn these books of yours Set these women free Before they know they’re deceived
Posted: 23rd April 2019 8:02am
Joined 15th Oct 2018 Forum Posts: 664
Tactility (Twenty-Three of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
A swallow hard from petrified mouthed fluidity and I am giddy with delight as each cell with in and without vibrates against the walls of one another to the point where I don't know if I want to vomit what little every other day consumption is left or if I merely need to don a warmer jacket to ward off the shivers caused by goose bumps from our vibrating skin on skin contact from when You touch me.
Touch me again
#NaPoWriMo2019 82 words 65 unique
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
Posted: 23rd April 2019 8:55am
Joined 18th Sep 2017 Forum Posts: 413
Renovations of a broken home Forgiveness to seal the cracks in our hearts Percieved divisions became duplications I got lost seeking what I never knew I had When all we journey is but the will to discover Not a new place just a new perspective When all that sought to wreck us Is just a beautiful undoing remade And what is yesterday's light but today's shadow When the sun of the moment in memory will fade I found love in the scars Where blood filled the gaps in a broken heart All it took was time to mend us Weaving our veins like a network of wires When heart beats eye to eye and connection transpires Family forged from extinguished house fires And truth was found in the mouths of recovering liars Learning to love again despite every action that utters untrue Becoming something authentic and letting go of the generic you...
Posted: 23rd April 2019 10:07am
Joined 21st Jan 2017 Forum Posts: 135
Where do priests go at night?
There’s an old church just off Maple Avenue where I once slept to get out of the rain and there was a priest there in his big, white dress polishing candlesticks
he was there to smell out all the sins of clasped hands and to protect donations from fingers that weren’t there for honest prayer.
That night I came back; he was still there buffing the altar to breaking point.
I crawled into a gas station bathroom to wash the dirt from my eyes before leaving for another town, not returning for a couple of seasons.
Months changed their names as I arrived back at the church in the same old wet scenario of storm avoidance
there he was, hands full, pews empty.
I guess there are some men who need love and a hot meal more than the hungry.
I stole a loaf of bread
Posted: 23rd April 2019 10:21am
Edited: 23rd April 2019 10:51am - edited 3 times
Joined 1st Nov 2017 Forum Posts: 104
With No Other: Notes of an Online Journal
“With No Other”
I give in to the time that is left. Let me lay with you, my mother. Let me see the stain and hold your breath These few minutes with no other.
As I watch your eyes of cataracts With the thoughts I cannot discern, Why we didn't know each other then, And never had the chance to learn.
We were both brought close again to burn. I’m alive with you just as when, With your silent words you hide a yearn, You would make it happen again.
The trees are naked of leaves and hawks, Though Spring’s in my veins, I’m bereft. To follow you on those quiet walks, I give in to time that is left.
81 unique words 9/8/9/8 syllable count per stanza
#NaPoWriMo2019 NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Posted: 23rd April 2019 10:23am
Edited: 23rd April 2019 10:43am
Joined 1st Nov 2017 Forum Posts: 104
( inadvertent double-posting )
Posted: 23rd April 2019 12:39pm
Joined 10th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 568
23/30 Reliance Upon a Spiritual Guide
Prostrate in supplication Eyes like waterfalls My mind, my mind is breaking! Help me, whoever you are.
Tiny, little man Dressed in saffron Eyes like jewels With just a hint of Secrets
I had crossed over To the realm of demons Haunted and broken Alone and lost I called to him
A moment Just a moment And he took me And led me to safety Under the shelter of Protection.
He opened the book and began to read and filled my mind with wisdom's seed Gave me his breath so I could breathe
And then, Healed and restored, He said, "Now, breathe into them".
Death dreams, erotic love, magic, myth and sex.
Posted: 23rd April 2019 12:49pm
Joined 5th Aug 2015 Forum Posts: 150
something totally opposite
let me be starry-eyed. don't give me the burden of knowing I sipped on your mental energy with my fumbling. Yes, quite simply, dear craftsman I do revere -
if you want to growl at me, have a reason. Forgive me if I'm made of meat. Small. Tempting to pick off. Go ahead. But I am just being. I won't bother running when we're both the same species;
I may be far smaller and clumsy, yes, with wobbly baby gazelle steps. I am stumbling into growth. I'm unashamed of having just learned, first tasted fresh-found freedom. It is honest and it is joy. Nothing has tried me yet, been inscribed in me yet - for now I chase these young, gory spurts, the blood of the type of Art I am seeking. Also, in fact, the unabashed bones.
The smooth, sacred skin will come one day. First I need insides.
Awwww! Thesaurus Rex hatchlings! Aren't they just the cutest things?!
Unfortunately Katja saw the little buggers stopped to play with them and was caught in their mama's Antonym!
She too was changed into swine prancing absolutely divine in a tutu soon to dine with the lumbering beast during a toasted marshmallow feast and after a few dirty martinis be hugging coconut trees!
The fastest one back to the beach was none other than Jade-Pandora - as Captain's Johnny & Ahavati pointed the direction from vines- for the rest were dismally dizzy as they not so cleverly zigged and zagged while the Thesaurus Rex lagged behind, busy nuzzling and kissing her own tiny kind
However, what was puzzling was one hatchling from the batch went missing .....
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