Best Connote Poems
Tup tup tup, Her flimsy wings flutter
Tik tik tik, She knocks the inner door
Appears to connote life lessons
Could be heard only if we listen
Tethered her body and mind inside dark chrysalis
But blissful life, her soul envisaged and analysed
Soon emerges from a monochrome cocoon
And gracefully dances to the heavenly tune
Jumps across the colorful ixora flowers
Life saving quotes swiftly she showers
"When your mind confronts stress and tension
Just Control your emotions and be patient
And hope and envisage for a better life
And you would be free from present strives"
I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies the first victim. Tasteful nudity
Reveals one poignant nipple. Open eyes film
Over, dead as moon craters, her grubby
Legs disposed like spoons. She was our killer’s
Anonymous mouse. Our glamorous killer’s
Eyes showed her useless terror. Our sexy
Hero runs a slow hand through his grubby
Hair (Cares too much to wash.) Things touch fever pitch
When the next is abducted. We will film
Her wide eyed writhings. Classy nudity
Perhaps. Some brief tenderness; nudity
Of course; our hero and his wife. (While killer
Stalks a frail, thinly sketched female. We film
From his point of view her private sexy
Underwear clad body.) I want this pitch
To emphasize our Fincheresque grubby
Vision is totally unique. Grubby
Walls connote moral decay. Nudity
Is not exploitive. Our hero pitches
An unorthodox solution. The killer
Is secretly his cross-dressing sexy
Partner. Twisty eh? Never seen on film.
Dressed to Kill? No. Nobody’s heard of that film!
(Who remembers the 80s?) In a grubby
Climax, the mousy cross-dressing, sexy
Basement stalks saxophone solos. Nudity
Washes its private underthings. Killer
Underwear is arrested. That’s the pitch!
Contains grubby scenes of sexy violence.
Contains killer nudity and mild scenes of extreme peril.
Contains high pitched screams and discarded spoons.
Paradidomi
The men who wrote the KJV
wrote well but not inerrably.
“Betray” was not “paradidomi.”
He only said, “deliver me.”
The word “betray” should not have been
a gospel word or found therein.
Though one's described in all but one,
the word's not used by God's own son.
Against Him, “heel was lifted up.”
He said it once at their last sup.
Not once before, not once again,
not with “betray” He named the sin.
He washed the heel, and it was clean.
So after that, don't call it mean.
He said to him that he'd “deliver.”
It was God's plan for his life's Giver.
"Paradidomi" (PAIR-UH-DID-UH-MEE) is a transliteration of the Greek word that is translated "betray" in English translations of the Gospels. "Betray," however, is a mistranslation. The Gospel writers meant "deliver" or "hand over," and they intended no connotation of an act of treachery in their use of the word.
Consider these exchanges between Jesus and Peter:
Jesus: All of you will be offended in me.
Peter: I will never be offended in you.
Jesus: You will deny me three times.
Peter: I will never deny you.
Jesus: One of you will "betray" me.
Peter: Is it I?
Clearly, the word Jesus spoke did not connote for Peter an act of treachery. Jesus only said, "One of you will deliver me," or "One of you will hand me over."
For the interested, see the book by William Klassen, "Judas, Betrayer or Friend of Jesus?," Chapter 3 Section II. "Judas 'Handed Jesus Over': The Word paradidomi."
Judas became a traitor to Jesus when he went to the chief priests and made a covenant to hand Jesus over to them, after the devil put it into his heart. That is the trespass against Jesus to which Jesus referred, "[He] has lifted up his heel against me." Jesus responded to that trespass by washing the heel of offense. In the end, Judas glorified Jesus when he handed him over to the chief priests, after Jesus put it into his heart. Judas did not betray Jesus with a kiss; he served him with a kiss. Judas overcame Satan, who entered into him after Jesus identified him as the one who should deliver him, and who was opposed to those things which Jesus said should happen at Jerusalem.
28/2/2012
Snow covered earth lies still on a cold and frosty February morn,
Floating & frolicking in the breeze Sentiment of spring still unborn.
Spring starved eyes dart across aestivating weeping willow trees,
Watching for a portent, sign or an omen of youthful furry catkins that are nature’s guarantees.
Lo! , behold and feast your eyes with the sight of studded pusywillows,
Brought home as springs earliest harbinger and placed in accommodating silos.
Fine grey fur covered decorated pusywillows that come before leaves imply, suggest and connote,
Religious fervor, prosperity and happiness for all walks of life these pusywillows signify and promote.
These two words are universally misunderstood
By all human beings irrespective of their statehood
Though outwardly they appear to be analogous
They connote a deep meaning that is not obvious
But to the ignorant many, it may sound ridiculous.
A vast majority of us surely lead life conventional
Immersed in our pursuit of bread and better, usual
In search of a safe roof for our family, congenial
That makes our living hassle-free and comfortable
But this is but a routine pursuit that is not admirable.
We sweat for earning more to enjoy a life tranquil
Thus lead our lives in ignorance utterly disgraceful
When we live for ourselves, it amounts to ‘existing’
And when we live for the humanity, it is called ‘living’
And the true purpose of man is to live and not to exist.
by Michaelw1two
The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
each the times bemoan;
stressed by compassion's grasp,
ingrained word sown life disowns;
individualist rare, previews minds mood,
frigid wills he does discern;
insurrection, a thought held vast,
implied truth's, tout one’s dishonor.
Prerogative, free your chained mind,
release past stain despotic;
concomitant imbroglio once bound,
faces now this world chaotic;
temporal truth outweighs want,
life’s bliss questions idea quixotic;
perceptivity palpable eoan,
entwined societal gist, riddle semiotic.
Incessant proves life’s filature,
its touch, binds each into account;
emblements, an inedible gruel,
thought as fruit, abstruse keynote;
historicity, prime number obscured,
self’s augmentative connote;
coincibency jesting theft,
petitio principia, intones snidely cantor.
Initiates, anew in words from blood,
long of mindfulness and mores;
misconstrue one’s meanderings,
as logical crazes, fecundity ignores;
interpretation, ideas coalesce,
worked verse provides the Id amore’;
contradictions, fuel creative trysts,
twisted thoughts, this art restores.
Orient then one’s psyche appetent,
as present wanes benignly;
dupery thrives, flexile ideas hide,
within abderian punning finery;
circumscribe in self perspicacity,
release your jocularity divinely;
sagaciousness poetic ruse,
a mendicants muse, his true babblery.
Jan 2010
A self-evaluation of life
How did we get there?
Climax tho’ connote performance
Not what think in sex alone
Under the shower or tub, where?
But, climax is the very core
Of success and comfort, not otherwise
Climax alright is climbing the maximum thus define
We set aside malice
We have to analyze and evaluate
How and where we have gone
It is rather holy effort of twosome
Maybe in your aloneness but unimaginable
It has to be between you and me!
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
Because my moods are fickle
One moment I long for company
The next moment I tickle
Changes in the litany
That entertains mood swings
Repelling targets for which I long
As on a butterfly’s wings
I fly to destinations so wrong
I end up burning my fingers
In a vain hope to boost my perceptions
Of balladeers and sad love song singers
Whose melodies and tunes accentuate my conceptions
When in a crazy cocoon I dream of a blue moon
In which I cavort
With the goon in a cartoon
Where I abort
Moves towards cleansing the malady
That spews conundrums
Heightening the perfidy
That beats dissonance drums
To pronounce me mad
Cos I strike the wrong note
When I feel sad
To the extent where a plethora of confusion I connote.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
Anger always ask against antidote
Billowing blusters break, blindly break
Callous conversations cannot connote
Diligent discourses dilated dispeak
Emeralds emitting energy enthused
Forces fabled fragility fusing
Gravity's greed governless galloping
Homeward, haunted hillsides horrid hues.
Infernal interest in imaginary incidents
Juxtapose jeopardies jostling jeers
Kindred kisses keeping kind Kents
Loving leisures listening long leers
Memories mean mastering messages
Nimble neanderthals nested near Nice
Only orphans oscillated offerings outrages
Pious people pretending pale pumice
Quit questing quarrels, quit quanderies
Rest restores resolutions restive right
Sad soldiers slumber seeking safe-less securities
Tenderly tasking tabulated themes trite
Use, utter untold unctions unto us
Vain victims varnished, vintaged virility
We wander weeping while winds wondrous
X-ray xylophonic ????
Yesterday yearns yielding Yeate's yen
Zeus' zestful ???? zen
The threads of each new day's experience
Unconsciously are gathered to make sense
Of feelings and perceptions, joys and strife -
A tapestry of stories of my life.
The richness of the tints and hues connote
What strength and depth the images emote.
Most vibrant are the feelings newly felt
Or those that mark occasions most heartfelt.
How will this man, who fills my heart anew
With hope and love, my tapestry thereto
Emerge? Will all the strands, encompassing
This tentative rapport, form imaging
Reminding me forever of a joy,
Or of a mixed emotional alloy?
September 2015
I'm taking it upon myself
to sing a phrase or write a lick
to put a few words upon the shelf
for singers and poets to pull and pick
what's needed are more rhymes for love
so here I offer now some brand new words
to keep from relying so much on, above
for the finer points of love absurd
"pillove" will mean those times in bed
when face-to-face we gaze and lay
with unwashed night-mouth to taste
but passion makes us kiss anyway
and "smove" will be the way we walk
when hand-in-hand we ambulate away
and "brove" will be the times we talk
when really we have little to say
"plove" will mean wanton puckered lip
and "frove" will be a passionate embrace
"crove" will be when two really click
maybe "sove" loves that smilin' face
to spice up a song we've had "clove"
and some other notable rhymes of note
for lyrics sung low, we have the "dove"
and a few other lined words to connote
lovely sentiments to melt our hearts
and give humanity's eros voice
to create some writing a la carte
some new rhymes may give greater choice
© Goode Guy 2012-03-18
"Eros-istics"
Taking into account; the Poeter's quip
Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine
Penned and newly coined path of authorship
Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line
Veering from the course
Plotting new wave points
Carting the next rhyme before the horse
Beginning each line with the next conjoint
Taking time to proceed; and dote
Forsaking time tested ways
Remaking each verse concave and connote
Breaking the norm; within this phrase
Plucking the strings of a mental violin
That one trains to adroit and therein
Making each intellectual a rational linchpin.
" Rakhi - for my brother "
Threads of Rakhi entwined in love,
Connote a sister's love for her brother,
Love that got obscured in busy life,
Distance progressed as we adored our families,
But only seemingly parted,
Souls still one and a single thought,
Born of one mother, lived
together for years
Celebrated, faught, annoyed,
conciliated and understood each other,
Endeavoured on all topics,
Lived by each other in all thick and thin,
Childhood days are not just memories,
But to cherish and a reason to live,
Some family values, expressed by subtler gestures,
And immersed Into these fragrances..............
Are tender strings of Rakhi.