Best Conjunctions Poems
In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring
So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it
No preposition required to be positioned right before it
No verb to do something to it or say what act it was pursuing
No need for an adverb to describe how well or badly it was doing
Since not even one noun existed, conjunctions would have been redundant
There were no things to act on and to move across the face of the fundament
So the first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence
Now, in the Oxford English Dictionary which is venerable institution
There are 171476 full entries of words (2nd edition) all capable of elocution
Of these, about one seventh are verbs, therefore there must be around 24497 give or take, to enumerate all action
And that should be enough for even the most garrulous to get some satisfaction
This is a limited calculation and I wouldn't want to be tied down to it
We can be more free in our estimates so while we are about it, we might as well do it
It seems that once BE had been exercised, the dam broke and words poured out as from a cornucopia.
And verbs would soon exist in an abundance enough to carry you from here to Ethiopia
Except in the culture of youth where it appears this multitude has been reduced to the deplorable "was like"
To them I am tempted to say: "Learn some real verbs"; OR I would employ a phrasal such as
'On-your-bike!'
The possibilities are now endless particularly if you include the phrasal
Giving us enough elan vital to at least maintain a metabolism basal
So to whoever first said BE, whether God or someone with similar propensities
though another name or description:
I say Well done! I couldn't in my wildest dreams with a wish to create a rich life and culture,
have produced a better prescription
Categories:
conjunctions, humor, language, philosophy, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Fractals.
Spawn of iterating quadratic functions.
Choreographers of cosmic conjunctions.
Impervious to human dysfunctions.
Makers of multiverses. Encoders of creations.
Limited only by imaginations.
Recursive. Coercive. Immensely immersive.
Purveyors of poetic creative cursive.
With formative fractals you’ll melt your mind’s shackles
and be anywhere that you may want to be.
You can form fractals to your own reality,
and make anything in the sky or the sea.
You can even repurpose them to poetry …
Yes, if
fractals were dactyls they’d flow off the page,
whirling and twirling, sublime.
Freeing us, being us, thoughts disengage,
teasing and pleasing with rhyme,
reaping the rhythms of time.
From mundane equations that yet yield complex
repetitive patterns that please and perplex,
come fractals so beautiful in all respects.
Constructors of coastlines and snowflake concerns,
foundries for forests, and feathers, and ferns,
the deeper you dive they have more twists and turns.
Generators of patterns, like veins in a leaf,
and the branches of trees, shapes of every motif.
Look around, everywhere, there are fractals, good grief!
From the large to the small and still smaller they flow,
simple patterns repeating, yet different, you'll know
that there’s just no escaping the great fractal show.
So, let’s face them, embrace them, we’ll host history.
Let us master them, plaster them, I guarantee:
merge your mind into fractals, you’ll set your soul free.
Reconstructed 3/22/2021, for the FRAGMENTS OF VERSE Poetry Contest, sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
conjunctions, nature, poetry, science,
Form:
Rhyme
When words are running rampant
You just have to rein them in.
By lassoing a few of them,
At least you can begin.
They’ll buck and kick and race around,
Defiantly at first,
Especially the adjectives –
You know that they’re the worst.
But once you calm them down and let
The verbs and adverbs mix,
The nouns and pronouns may decide
To use their bag of tricks…
Releasing prepositions
And conjunctions by the score.
You want some interjections?
Hey! You couldn’t ask for more.
If all the parts of speech are caught
You don’t have an excuse.
Without a poem resulting,
You should go and let them loose.
So string them all together
And you’ll possibly succeed
In creating, from these random words,
Some poetry to read.
Categories:
conjunctions, poems, words,
Form:
Rhyme
In English there are different types of words.
Like articles, prepositions, nouns, adjectives and verbs
They have special functions and they teach
Us to distinguish the various parts of speech.
NOUNS of course are words for "things"
Some we can touch or feel or put inside a box
Like BOOKs and BOYS and DIAMOND RINGS
And ELEPHANTS and CAKES and CLOCKS.
(On second thoughts an elephant might just break the box)
Abstract nouns speak of things we cannot see,
Like hope and love and eternity,
Verbs are action words for "doing",
Like "TRY " and "FLY"
- while words like "eating"and "gluing"
and "perusing",
These are words
half noun/half verb....
Like "believing", " waiting", and "amusing",
These Gerunds are somewhat more confusing.
An adverb describes how something is done
Like how BEAUTIFULLY she sang, or how QUICKLY he had run,
These adverbs help describe the verbs,
While adding interest to the words.
An adjective describes a noun
Like a CLEVER boy, or a SILLY clown
Always descriptive, it tells us more,
About the PRETTY girl, or the DIRTY floor.
A preposition gives us an indication,
Of where something is in relation
To something else,
Like under the Table, ON the shelf
Or AGAINST the wall,
Or THROUGH the doorway, DOWN the hall,
Like AROUND the corner, or IN your dreams,
Or OVER the rainbow, or sprinkles ON your ice cream.
Conjunctions, like "AND", and "BUT", "BECAUSE", "HOWEVER"
Help connect our sentences together,
"THEN", "ALTHOUGH","UNLESS","BECAUSE"
Join phrase to phrase,
And clause to clause.
An article is either definite or not,
AN eskimo, A spaceship, THE Polka-dot,
If there's only one of something then use "the"
But if it's one of many, then choose "a".
The interjection -
Express feelings like
joy or excitement,-
Like a huh?! Yea !! wow ! Gee
or a yay Of "delightment" -
Or not so nice feelings
Like groan, sigh or a moan-
All kinds of feelings- whether happy or dark,
Interjections usually end with an exclamation mark. :)
I hope that I have left nothing out
If I have give me a shout,
I hope this lesson helped to teach,
You all about our parts of speech.
Categories:
conjunctions, word play,
Form:
Light Verse
Writers Are:
We are all the carnal
offspring of nouns and pronouns,
verbs and adverbs, conjunctions,
"INTERJECTIONS," and adjectives;
with the occasional preposition
thrown in there for good measure.
When feeling naked we clothe
ourselves in form, meter,
syntax, grammar, and style.
Fortunately, we do have the DNA
of the nine muses on our side.
So,to quote a famous movie star,
"I've got that going for me!"
Addendum:
I went searching online for
writing journals which accept poetry
for publication or posting.
I saw on one of the journal websites
which accept poetry submissions
that they were only interested
in poetry which is "intellectually provocative!"
So, while the Muse was upon me, I
stripped naked, sat down, and wrote
what I thought was a damned fine
piece of free verse. They have yet to
respond to my submission!
Categories:
conjunctions, humor, nonsense, smile,
Form:
IN CONJUNCTION
If ifs and ands were pots and pans - silly notions,
It would be difficult to cook eggs
And soup would spill over your legs.
Thank God ifs and ands are conjunctions.
Categories:
conjunctions, on writing and words
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
Words
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation.
They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted
Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted.
I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify
Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally.
Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections
Sitting very patiently for proper intersections
Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor
To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor.
Willful words wander
pitiful poet perplexed
silently searching
words are writer’s tools
thesaurus comes to rescue
when they slip away
poet chooses prettiest
to enhance his creation
By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11
For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third
rhyme
alliteration
tanka
Categories:
conjunctions, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Is space-time a fabric that stretches and strains,
like a grass harp ruffling across the great plains,
when the force of a huge body in motion
makes waves akin to the billowing ocean?
LIGO’s antennae have finally disclosed
those waves gravitational Einstein proposed
that travel along with the swiftness of light
and can’t be obstructed in their spatial flight.
A faint fleeting whoop is the sound that was heard,
resembling the chirp of a faraway bird.
So the Nobel winner, with brilliant foresight
a century past, was again proven right!
In Einstein encomium much overdue,
we praise and applaud what he already knew
from his relativity theory acclaimed,
that pillar of physics for which he is famed.
The presence of mass as a part of his theme
makes space and time curve, in that elegant scheme.
And this is indeed how gravity functions,
not as a force, but as cosmic conjunctions.
Two black holes colliding, a billion light-years
removed, gave a sign that brought triumphant cheers
from the LIGO team, with a soft rising tone
making Einstein’s ineffable notion known.
The project cost umpteen millions of dollars.
Astronomers seemed the leeriest scholars
and felt the investment would be a big waste,
not trusting the models on which it was based.
Miles of steel tubing in L-shaped position
of vacant chambers were used in the mission
for gauging expansions and fluctuations,
with an outcome exceeding expectations.
The breakthrough implies that stargazers can peer
not just with the eye but moreover may hear
stellar storms bending space and changing time’s flow
in colossal activities to and fro.
Yes ripples in space-time were validated,
as Einstein had long ago calculated.
Researchers gave credit to LIGO, although
he is probably saying, “I told you so!”
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
One of the articles that inspired the poem was “Gravitational Waves: What Their Discovery Means for Science and Humanity”
http://www.space.com/31922-gravitational-waves-detection-what-it-means.html#sthash.pFxWYwlQ.dpuf
Categories:
conjunctions, eulogy, science, sky, space,
Form:
Verse
As you read this poem, I’m mentally undressing you.
Word by word your protests drop to the floor.
Syllable by syllable I pare you down to honest flesh.
Utterance by utterance, your secrets are revealed
Until you’re nude, standing before me
Natural and unembellished, so you can truly appreciate
The intense sincerity of my words.
Then I’ll softly stroke your personal pronouns
And delicately fondle all your feminine articles.
I’ll take a most teasing interest in your superlative adjectives.
And for your pleasure, I’ll lovingly coordinate your conjunctions.
My linguistic interlocution will then slowly, slowly, slowly
Coax your previously in-transitive verbs to thrill
To multiple, unutterably intense and delicious
Spasms of orgasmic literary ecstasy!!!
And that’s just the table of contents.
P.S. Always practice safe text.
Categories:
conjunctions, allegory, sensual, word play,
Form:
Blank verse
GRAMMAR ALWAYS RULES
If if and and were pots or pans
There would be fewer conjunctions
But when because or some such word
Was changed into utensil it became absurd
For although since the demise of if and and
There have been no other losses grand
Nevertheless, heretofore, notwithstanding
The loss, we must retain our conjunctioning
Categories:
conjunctions, on writing and words,
Form:
Couplet
In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak", my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intricacies of the English lingo now and correctly!"
The long-sufferin' teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol gonna help me fly a plane?
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled those terms in trying to compose any of my sentences!
Fiddle faddle! Why, I mused from my naïve and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn, each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel!
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head a-spinnin',
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginnin'!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration
I somehow managed to accumulate enough English credits for graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line - or would me they disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
conjunctions, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
Homonymic flares.
Spelling not quite write.
Conjunctions in dysfunction.
Grammer outta site.
Synonymic pairs.
Rhyming that's adverse
To silver oranges with compunction.
Timing never worse.
All literation as a smile to me.
I pine to pen a pun.
As like a poet I can bee
Buzzing beneath the clouds, oops, sun.
Categories:
conjunctions, poetry, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Once we must have
looked through the same window.
Even though we had yet to meet
an image of us together slowly developed.
An inevitable coincidence
began to move into place.
Until (only yesterday)
the camera
became a second window for us.
There is a real photograph now.
We are looking into
the lens, we’re smiling
as if we had always known.
Categories:
conjunctions, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Durin' my shaky academic career I was an 'A' pupil in gym and art,
But when it came to parsin' sentences, my grades just fell apart!
I could never get the drift or hang of puzzlin' English grammar,
Tho' teachers tried to pound such in my skull with not a too gentle hammer!
Beyond me was the understandin' and use of conjunctions,
Nor did I perceive anything about indefinite articles and their functions.
Predicates and past and present tenses I would not dare define,
Nor could I figger out how verbs and adverbs intertwine.
The definition and use of nouns and pronouns gave me a fit,
And describing adjectives, well, I could hardly pronounce or spell it.
I could not conceive the rules regardin' simple interjections,
And Lord have mercy if teach called on me to explain prepositions!
Somehow I muddled through English classes to gain my degree,
But I could have done without parsin' sentences if'n it was left up to me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
conjunctions, education, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Parallel epochs
the spaces between nowhere
cosmic conjunctions
Categories:
conjunctions, analogy, body, culture, journey,
Form:
Haiku