Best Interjection Poems
Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
When ego controls a soul's mortal direction,
some remain asleep without a spiritual connection.
I count my blessings upon dawn's resurrection,
as an orchestra of robins compose with affection.
But curse of Seasonal Affective Disorder infliction
leaves a heart feeling melancholic in rejection.
Pills can take time to ease hormonal dejection,
so a tongue is mute when mirrors show dull reflection.
Some turn to the universe in times of retrospection.
Some prostrate in faith through silent genuflection
Some seek nature or vitamins to aid meditation.
Some clear angst through powers of intellection.
There's a sacred solace in morning contemplation,
soothed through the aroma of dark elixir elation.
Intense notes with sweet tones to relax abjection.
Each sip of potion is a symphony of perfection.
A clay chalice acting as a vessel for protection,
holding liquid nectar of your desired selection.
Awakening senses to transmute a mind's complexion,
igniting your spirit with wings of phoenix projection.
Toxic thoughts plagued from internal interjection,
now flow in smooth positive harmonic introspection.
In a brief existence a heart struggles from imperfection.
Brewed philosophies are a bridge to divine intervention.
Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality
Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity
Chaste words undulating into unchaste carnality
Let me translate
In meanings that you understand
Points of reference that you rant and pant
In my ear…say it in a chant….
Over and over...
I won't let you recant
your forbidden fantasty frolic…
Baby...I’ll grant
Let me translate
Into the language of YOU
I understand
Your savage need laced with greed….
concede....every one...
to me
This wave won't recede
till that passion is freed...
by my deliciously devilish deed...
My pleasure peaks uncontrollably
Rocked in your volatility
Word translation ecstasy
Come together finality
Verbal.......
non-verbal.....
G~R*A~T*F~I*E~D
unity
So, just let me....
Let me translate
My love
For
You
Eileen Manassian
I have a little more gossip to share with you
Again about the alphabet
There is unrest amongst some of the letters
Creating stress and letter upset
Now, Z has major anger issues
Due to an inferiority complex
Being the least popular and used letter
Z feels a complete lack of respect
O is also not a happy camper
Though O’s situation is different to Z’s
O is a raging hypochondriac
With constant complaints of illness and dread
‘O poor ,poor me’ O cries
I have this and that and you letters are all so unkind
The other letters in frustration often yell out
Stop acting like an O-hole, O“ its all in your mind”
Now P has a troubling medical condition
With ongoing bladder infections
Continually P’ing and feeling down in the dumps
Desperately in need of medical interjection
The alphabet board have now formed a medical support group
Called, I C U…..It will…. B O K
To help Z , O and P
Reclaim their health and once again stand proud in their alphabet array
Heart’s Love Speech
My girl (archaic)
has my raincoat.
And I...
Well, I (adverb)...
have never been so -
Happy (pronoun)
to sit outside,
pondside,
in the rain (verb).
Just me and (subordinating conjunction) Basho (pronoun) (archaic).
Drenched,
smiling (preposition)...
I’ve all but - “Yauoooosh!” (interjection) jumped in.
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.
let today be the present tense.
yesterday be the past tense.
tomorrow be the future tense.
let we be the parts of speech.
you are the noun there,
i am your verb,
you can make the pronoun to talk about the noun,
adverb can't stand without verb,
let adjective be verb which qualifies the noun,
noun you can have the company of preposition,
conjunction shouldn't come between us,
by seeing you i became interjection.
let your surroundings be the sentence.
you be the subject.
make your life verb.
make use of object,
you and you only be the complement.
don't adjust and go and become adjunct.
don't listen the idioms of some idiots.
we don't want to be homophones.
you are the main clause.
i'm your subordinate clause.
without main subordinate cant.,
this is life. enjoy it in grammar's way.....
Long deceased actors
‘play-acting
On an unobserved TV
set
blaring from a
vacant living room.
In the kitchen a
widower
tends eggs
splattering in a
pan.
Then came a loud
interjection
from the room
beyond, “Hey,
Stella!!”
sending through him
a trembling pall
memories of his wife
Stella
who had died many
years ago
and never gotten
over it.
Still as a
storefront manikin
till the last memory
faded
he realized what
taken place:
the son-of-a-*itch
burnt his eggs!
Ding! Ding! I
tricked you didn’t
I?
" O' Whale ... A Fish Story ... "
The Biggest, Exclamatory Interjection, Used In The Ocean
The Phrase That Holds Many A Gigantic Wave's Commotion
It's Often Spoken In: Hurricanes, Monsoons or Tsunamis
But Its Not: Oh My! Look Out! or See! or Ooou-Weee!
It's " Well! " - Says Every Little Fish of The Sea ...
(Just Ask: Finding Nemo - he he he)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/18/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
They have amazing smiles
Two islanders from neighboring isles
Found love and got married
Enjoyed the blessing it carried
Leading life with no demise
Happiness enveloping them, a disguise
Look through the photo albums
Memories too valuable for sums
Yet under all the joy and perfection
Comes the ultimate interjection
You realize there is so much pain
The amount, quite insane
Smiles were all fake
Everything was about to break
The unity and love was a fluke
It was all hit by a nuke
Tracing all the signs of sorrow
That killed the future of tomorrow
Realizing that there were broken hearts
That were shot by poisonous darts
And all you can do is stare
Because reality you can't bear
There is nothing you can do
When it has nothing to do with you
Watch as everything crumbles
To pieces, as the noise mumbles
Seeing that image topple
Is it still that of a perfect couple?
Vers Beaucoup
The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:
a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d
Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to
the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.
(Definition of enjambment The continuation of a syntactic unit from one line or couplet of a
poem to the next with no pause.)
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Astrology
The stars, the Mars, destiny afar
The scars of yesterday seem to come my way
All the way. Even the moon, clouds strewn
Like wispy balloon seem to mourn, ominous and forlorn
.
The searcher, deciphering future, to nurture
And raconteur. Symbols and signs, falling in lines
Astrological designs. Depicting life, joy and strife
Or anything rife. Past wreak, prospect mystique..
.
Fortune untold, fate uncontrolled that planets behold
Young or old, only a seer and his peer
With a crystal sphere or tantras and mantras
Even using yantras, predict events or any ascents
.
Sometimes soothsayers play doomsayers and naysayers
Asking us to conduct prayers. To create peace and release
And increase a planet’s interjection or correct a defection
Such complication! Makes astrology seem like mythology
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cross it
my heart with my fist
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them
In the beginning God’s word potential,
Was a word extremely essential,
In the eventual,
Formation, of the information,
Needed in creation,
And the substance of man,
In God’s plan,
Love’s consciousness force,
Has long since divorced,
By Old Testament's interjection,
The goat of carnal invention,
The source of all contention.
The pie in the sky,
Of carnal lie.
Man’s elation,
Into inflation,
Words and phrases, poems and rhymes,
Reflections of the times,
Arrest and contest, reflections ,
Needing inspections,
Complex googolplex,
The world is surely hexed,
All apart, from the heart,
Wherein is hyper-synchronicity,
Set on automatic consistency,
Of utter simplicity,
And the mutuality,
Of love’s vortex vitality,
Of all this is a reality,
Not of mind’s technicality,
Of invention,
The contention,
Of the complexity,
Of the lie,
About the pie,
In the sky,
In the beginning was the word,
The word was with God,
And the word was God!
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The face haunts me still. I feel
I should head back
past the wearing county miles
and confining rain,
just say it - one heart-felt interjection
that head did swallow,
opting more the bitter peristalsis
than game tenably Out-of-Range.
And why was not conformed,
as my trembling heart looked, and looked,
marveling if it was deserved
by a man of such despotic head?-
all soon, guilt turned to an egotism
and that case was duly held.
What a life I did lose,
Mind robbed by of a single word!
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
too far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive or hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which was weeping sap from the leaves.
May 24 2010 For Rick's "Haiku You" contest