Best Conjugation Poems
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Note: Smile ~ A repost as a contribution
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neither great nor small
steady as she goes
commonplace
unremarkable
a good sort
uneventful
everyday
quotidian
mundane
average
normal
boring
stable
safe
me
myself
I
Kisses of symbiosis fuse, merge
and
condense
by luminous conjugation
of the unproven soul meiosis ............
PRESENT PERFECT in SUMMER SCHOOL
CONJUGATION
I have yearned
Thou hast returned
He has departed
She has kissed faint hearted
We have voiced warm greetings
They’ve had timid meetings
The young ones the old ones
The joiners and the out-in-the-cold ones
The sad boys the bad boys
The mild boys and the wild boys
The Shy girls, the sly girls
The good girls and no-better-than-they-should girls
The skivers and the strivers
The schemers and the dreamers
PAST HISTORIC
I retain affection
In retrospection
She with the bright eager face and wisdom beyond her age
He in the body of a boy but with full grown mind of a sage
He the humble giant, driven to knowledge that he pursues
She with the questing soul of a scholar and romantic heart of a muse
They have devolved
The Earth has revolved
And today we elect
To teach Present Perfect
PRESENT
Outside the classroom
Sun cloud and tree dapple the grassy vale
Aspens tremble, willows sway in graceful measures
Blackbird, thrush and warbler trill a delicate scale
Daisies, buttercups, cowslips scatter transient treasures
Above and beyond in skies azure and white
Skylarks ascend, red kites soar in cerulean
And in their chosen study focus sight
Gaze down upon this blest Elysian scene
PERFECT
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyound the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Why?
Wag of the finger
“No, No, No”
“You’re not on the ball”
All that stands out!
No lecture-
only words…
As light in August,
the fading memories-
yet the shaking head-
brown hair with streaks of blonde,
that stupid finger…
Why?
Hispanic perplexed-
in Spanish…
Learning conjugation
to an end.
Or was it those eyes?
fierce, emitting…
Amusement-
Why?
All for-
Wag of the finger…
“No, No, No”
“You’re not on the ball”
Only flames,
burn the flash-
There in the corner-
Abrir- To open
Retention averted.
My desert I-land is a great place to be.
Would you care to peruse this brochure?
But even with the Bible and Shakespeare,
my eight favourite gramophone records,
and a limitless supply of needles,
not everything is kosher.
If you're feeling lonely, how about
me coming over to you-land,
or if you like, you can visit me-land
On second thoughts, I'd better visit you-land first,
As in the second person you can't tell nominative from accusative.
In any case, we can always practise the dative,
or conjugate in the first person plural.
We'll see I to I, I'm sure.
Then we can go on trips to him- and her-land,
and even to the continental them-land
(if you can stand the crowds).
But if you come over to me-land,
I'll show you all the tourist sights.
Don't believe those silly stories about swamps,
shark-infested bays, and so on. Lies, I tell you, lies!
Mind you, I can't promise fair weather all the time.
If the wind's in the wrong direction,
you might imagine you're getting the whiff
of an imaginary swamp. Lies, I say!
Can I interest you in a colour brochure?
Visit my sunny I-land--excuse the slip--visit me-land.
Some adjectives can be so possessive.
Envoi
There's no need to get tense
about the future.
After the conjugation
and--excuse my grammar--
things copulative are past,
and we are no longer active,
let us, the redundant,
decline in the imperfect,
and dream of a promised land,
beyond the gloaming,
where the sea ends in
the infinitive.
Birds eat bees’ honey
Compost of bees helps flowers
Bees pick flowers’ bloom
Bees again produce honey
The cycle of life goes on.
Life and death entwined
Bees pollinate, birds spread seeds
Male impregnates eggs
Female populates the earth
Life -Death secrets of nature
The whole of nature
Conjugation of verb “eat”
Active and passive
Fast death fast evolution
Preaches no sermons in stones.
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April 18, 2014
Form: Tanka
Second Place win
Contest:
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
by Michaelw1two
Intonate a spirited debate,
explore the subtlety of doubt;
compassionately seal one’s conjugation,
inspire pairing’s deity;
self-survivals issue mute,
its sequella, each by chance deter;
question quandary’s quenching quick,
empyreal reality’s oddity.
Convoke, thoughts sum in totality,
reveal in this your fears;
coetaneous mindsets mimic those,
all secrecy, please set free;
excitatory, proves that probe,
it profiles everyone sincere;
solipsism, revealed fantasy,
each life, reflecting in soul confrere.
Partisan secrecy, in hide laid bare,
admits its failing bent;
bluster slurries thrive,
behind thin veil, truths foment lament;
taciturnly, on wings of change,
ideal belief, impulsion illuminates;
diabrotic, one’s choice of drink,
inscience, engineered ab initio.
Thereunto, the future blind is placed,
upon censorious dais;
nonconscious essence, laced within,
every minds object of desire;
imperatives, those of nature’s own,
establish trust in broad ideas;
jeu d’espirit, exemplify these,
opposition, inflates derisory odds.
Absquatulate, this lividity,
living’s frisson spiraling enmity;
distensioned life, holds this stress,
future’s truth remains unmet;
positioned concept challenged all,
its touch does one enumerate;
propositus, friend by friend employ,
mind, most precious entity.
Jan. 2010
Bountiful, careless, fixed, blind and programmed to kill....
Death, evolution.
The splendid structure comprehend imperfectly
Feel humility.
Thin screen of nature glory of omnipresent
God bursts everywhere
The whole of nature conjugation of verb “eat”
Active and passive
Nature Infinite center everywhere
No circumference
Nature, a teacher, preaches no sermons in stones
Spark more than moral.
A river leaves trash but has the sense to come back
Again to get it.
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May 7, 2014
Form:Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Subject listing by Sheri Fresonke Harper
wolf at the door he must flee Lion of the tribe of Judah has prevailed Hail Hail Jesus the jubilee Pup he has no teeth running tuck tailed he he no you can not eat me The wolf's wail short the truth be taled Who my Lord Jesus set free free indeed Jesus pulls the devil is curtailed ~ obselete word with definition- Date "Taled" was first used in popular English literature: (1369) -Verb Past Tense1. Past tense conjugation of the verb tale.
Verb Base and Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) (tale) 1. To tell stories.
2. Base verb from the following inflections: taling, TALED, tales, taler, talers, talingly and taledly - The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, - tale [te?l]
n 1. a report, narrative, or story 2. (Literary & Literary Critical Terms) one of a group of short stories connected by an overall narrative framework
To the melting snow
The winter asked
Do you no more have the desire to walk with me?
The snow answered
The time expired, and I didn’t realize my own melting
Probably I do not exist anymore!
So I thought, I shall become a flood and meet the sea
In this pretence,
At least my desire to meet the sea will be fulfilled
Again in the winter next year
To become the snow and fall, and to cover the extreme heat after that
I need to meet the sea.
Hearing me
The winter was startled
In that moment of farewell, the winter changed the colour of its face
Seeing the floating dry leaves
The spring season asked
You do not want my company anymore?
The dried leaf said
I have gone old and useless.
I thought
Rather than fly and disappear
It’s better to burn and vanish.
In this pretence
My wish to meet my soil
Might be materialized.
Probably I might become helpful
On the arrival of the next season.
On hearing the leaf’s idea
The spring broke into roaring laughter of separation
Changing the colour of its face.
Here the winter is gone
And the world is preparing to enjoy the conjugation with spring.
Probably hearing the words of the snow and the leaf
The changing colour of the roaring seasons
And this coming and going game of the nature
The dried leaf understood
The melting snow too understood
But as a man, I could not.
The leaf knows its end
The snow knows when it shall melt
The season too knows the time of separation
With the dried leaf and the snow.
:: Purushottam Dhakal a Los Angeles, California-based journalist working for the www.nepal24hours.com...Integration Through Media. (You can reach him via email: [email protected])
I walk through the slush
of moral grief.
Here lies my mortal poem.
A prodigal menace.
You will not breathe in, the
golden grass, once more.
Lingering beside the past, the
savage today. I pick up
the silence of the tomb.
Lateral conjugation. You
come from the otherside to
breach the wall, bear the
pluralism?
and become none. The under-
belly, the yellow blood ?
Will you hold my hand
to cross the meaning ?
Satish Verma
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
SATISH VERMA