Best Naming Poems
Lake Ontario
great lake
beautiful lake
in Huron Wyandot
Ontarí’io
names but thunder
they merely rumble
intentions that echo
lake of shining waters
beautiful water
in Iroquois Mohawk
Oniatari:io
names are how we honour
reflecting our own light
our little wave
our tide our turn
to appreciate this life
Ebullient charm cascades
in the rolling valley of time,
changes color with reflection of chromatic sky
from dreaming dawn to dulcet dusk.
On sensuous azure canvas the artist mind
paints the poignant panorama of dream.
Life becomes the euphoric sky
called marvel. .
In the riviera of surreal trance
dreams drift in from infinite nowhere
on the trail of collapsed time, past and future.
With multicolored strands of fervor
the creative mind weaves the tapestry of feeling,
shrouding everything that seems gloomy.
Life becomes the patina of emotion
called joy.
In the river of eternal flow
mariner mind sails on winds of ecstasy,
past the grime of eroded wasteland banks,
across the broken bridges falling behind
to merge with the twilight hued serene sea,
stretched still at the edge of sunset tinged horizon.
Life becomes an ethereal perception
called beauty.
Written : May 27, 2019
Submitted for contest : Completely Your Choice (5)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
My lies have taken everything I loved
My mind is fuelled by the pain I trust
My fingers turn everything into dust
My heart avenges loss through use of lust
Anger will tell me that the world’s to blame
Fear will forget it took my mind away
Desire will tell me that it’s pointless
But the liar will realise it’s another day
My eyes see everything in red and white
My friends all look like my favourite night
My words are tuning all within my sight
What’s left now is everything I try to fight
Despair comes and tells me it’s a tragedy
Denial turns away the sight of me
But pain stares and know that it’s all pointless
This is just the way it has to be
The naming of dogs is a serious matter,
as dogs are, by nature, a serious lot.
A name sets the tone for a pup’s pranks and patter;
and long into dog-hood. So, give it some thought.
Call a pup BOZO, he’ll just be a clown,
playing dead, pirouetting when you command “DOWN!”
If you dub your dog KING, you’ll be swelling his head;
he’s born to do nothing, he’s royally-bred.
You could call a dog BOOMERANG (comes when you call);
or SNAPPY, or FIDO (most faithful of all).
But to be realistic, here’s my advice.
It takes so much training to make a dog nice.
You give a command of obedience, NOW!
The dog’s suddenly deaf, he says “Say what?” or “How?”
So christen him WHY? – philosophical pup.
When you say “WHY SIT!” he’s bound to get up.
You could call him WHO ME? or perhaps NEVERMORE.
My personal choice, DON'T, no dog can ignore.
Just yell at him “DON’T COME!” He’ll see it’s his game
and run off to prove that he’s true to his name.
(with apologies to T.S. Eliot)
People often get stuck on what to call their fish
and in many cases come up with ridiculous things.
They imagine some kind of greatness, attached to
naming, and they name them Moby, or Jaws, or Hannibal.
Some are poetic and flowing like water- Eulalie
or Aolani( Ay-o-lawn-ee) which means "Heavenly Cloud."
Some joke, and call them Sushi or Chips
which no self respecting pet suspects the meaning of …..
or, they invoke nature -with
Bubbles, Starlight or Pearl.
There was a puffer fish named Toto that became
a small attraction at a resort turtle pool
Beside a path of yellow stone he would surface -
squirt a perfect stream of water from his mouth
to the surprise and delight of passing tourists
daily upstaging resident sea turtles.
Alpha Ursa Major, Alert (Ali),
Bardonino (Bart), Barbera,
Cory, Cody, Cowboy
Deschka, Dodger, Drummer Boy,
Eroica, Elektra,
Firebird (Sandy’s daughter), Firecracker,
Gangster, Gandy Dancer, Gimmick,
Happy Feet, Hellsapoppin, Hurricane Hattie,
Image, Iesha,
Just Morgan, Jolly Roger, Jalapena (Pepper),
Kerry,
Lucifer, Lucas (Sardy’s sons),
Morgan,
Night Ranger, Nacho,
Odyssey (Roxy), Omar, Omega,
Prissy, Pattycake, Peter Piper Pepper (Taco’s daughter),
Quincy, Questa, Quixote, Quigley, Q-Tip,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe (Boogie) –
must he be the end of our alphabet?
I see silhouettes in the naming light,
Looking over concourses of time,
Winged comrades muddied by the day.
Through whose hue have we seen the great truth?
Which banner are you holding now?
There are silhouettes in the naming light!
Such a sight, oh love,
Such a sight.
The Naming of Merlin’s Cave
below Tintagel’s aged frame
beneath the castles guardian walls
the sea swells darkly with the high tide
then thunders its secrets into a cave.
echoes of the soldiers tramp
across the roof, both cold and damp
and horses hooves leave little doubt
that battle rages near about
t’is then that Uther fulfilled his need
to conquer the Duke in word and deed
crept into the guarded castle keep
to lay with Lady Igraine in her sleep.
shape shifted into the goodly Knight
with Merlin’s magic and his might
he entered through the castle gate
surprising all for it was late.
Pendragon his cruel plans laid
created a bairn upon the maid
nine months hence the deed was done
the babe was born a strapping son
Merlin paced below the Iron gate
to take the child and mould its fate
beneath in cave he solemnly waited
until the hunt had wholly abated
then he fled north disguises many
some quite simple, some uncanny
took the boy to Scotland’s border
raised as son of a trusted lord there.
the rest of the tale is filled with magic
happy times and some quite tragic
but my job is done and here I end
for the rest, you must wait, my friend.
beginnings
no matter how well planned
often go awry.
endings find their own way.
A morning in a gown of mist and dewdrops
Blankets my world with her warmth
I bask in her torrential shower of love
And slip into her tropical depths
Last night we shared a dream to a distant shore
Something in our hearts that only love can reveal
An untouched paradise for us to soar
In search of its first lovers’ feel
You’re a question waiting to be answered
A strong vision in need of a visionary
And to you – I vow to always speak the truth
I pray to fulfil someone so extraordinary
The heavenly sight of a thousand angels
Circling as you descend on the wing
And there in the eye of your perfect storm
Your rumbling praises I will sing
And as you land – I worship at your feet
A hurricane off the scale – your name reserved
My sunrise there in your stormy eyes
A vortex of love on your hurricane wind
Thabang Jan Ngoma
07-16/2015
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Contest Name: Flirt
For those of a military cast of mind
There are many poems they can find
Which do embellish battlefield glory
In the telling of their story.
But for me there is another field of play
Where merry pleasure is ne'er far away.
Not for me delight in weapons martial
Rather the joy of parts venereal.
Your soft hair framing your face
Your soft lips yielding with grace
And your soft darting tongue lambent
with the sweetness of heaven sent
That elegant and graceful neck I next address
Whereon a gentle peck and soft caress
Lead to the ruby roundels of your swelling areolae
Atop which stand your radiant and pert papillae.
How the gentle smooth curve of your skin
Gently and softly draws me in
Until, as brave as stout Cortes ,
I rest upon Mons Veneris
Nestling in the ***** is
The magic of the ********
Whose caressing works like a charm
To trigger a mighty ******
Then down through those wisps of hair
Until I joyously find where
Your ***** moist and moistening
Do invite my tongue to paddle in
That divine nectar of your welling spring
With legs spread wide signals me come in
To fulfil the passion of our play
And unite in loving ecstasy.
'Twas Ovid with his Ars Amatoria
Explored amoris ars gladiatoria
Wherein your scabbard could sheathe my sword
And that is the purpose of this world.
Where military men are needed
To keep us safe and undefeated
My plea to make love,not war
Is my carmen et error.
On the naming of a child
Certain protocols should be followed by the registrar
Protocol one
If the chosen name is Rainbow or Honey dew
Then firstly the parents should be slapped
And given a book containing sensible names
This process should be repeated until a sensible choice is made
Protocol Two
If the chosen name is Chardonnay or Champagne
Then firstly the parents should be slapped
And a large group of people should be assembled to laugh at them
The parents should then be given a dictionary
To look up the definitions of the names that they chose
This process should also be repeated until a sensible choice is made
Protocol Three
If the chosen name is Moonflower or Gallifrey
Then firstly the parents should be slapped
And the child should be immediately taken into care
Then the parents should be put in the stocks
So sensible people can throw rotten fruit at them
Before finally being committed to an institution
PS – Should it ever be deemed that they have been cured
They should be sterilised before release
And their names entered on the pretentious parents register
PPS - Anyone from Cardiff, The Wirral, Norfolk, Suffolk or Essex will inevitably
Name the child after a piece of fruit, a place they have visited
The name of their favourite car or a product from a supermarket
As a result these people should not be trusted to name their children.
Registrars must name the children for them
In the same way that Hurricanes and tropical storms are named
If they complain go straight to Protocol three
“My little kitty is so unique,” said Miss Olivienne Jonesmiller, “she’s a precious little shorthair, all ‘tude and sassy.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I’m going to name her Beaupretty.”
“My little kitty is so exotic,” said Bandit Phoenix Johnson, “he’s a wild little Toyger, straight from the jungle!”
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“I think I’ll call him Axel.”
“My little kitty is so slay,” said Hashtag Martinez, “she’s a silly little calico, sweet and funny.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I’m going to name her Giphy.”
“My little kitty is so special,” said William Raymond Hunter Bernard III, “he’s a small orange tabby with cool orange eyes. I need time to think up a name that’s fitting.”
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“For now, I’ll just call him kitty.”
“My little kitty is my best friend,” said little Rose Mary, “She plays with me and loves me like family.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I like the name Lindsay.”
“My little kitty is sleeping,” said 4-year-old Brightly McSteven.
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“I’m going to name him Sleepy.”
Please, name the heart!
-Love
Rename!
-Love
Please, name the love!
-Heart
Rename!
-Heart
-November 01, 2018 Chattogram
If you hailed from South Dakota,
And someone asked you, "Where you from?"
You wouldn’t simply say, “Uh, Dakota.”
And if you grew up in the hills of West Virginia,
You’d never be inclined to just reply, “Oh, I’m from Virginia.”
But if your mind is going to Carolina,
And you knew James Taylor’s home address,
It doesn’t matter whether North or South,
You’ll navigate your way by GPS.
No one fairly knows what a "thing" is, not before "education"
Attributes ... Names begin "THING-ing" for us, the indoctrination
Moses means "pull out, draw" as Pharaoh's daughter did
Even Avram was changed to Abraham, Jacob to "Isra El" by God
Some naming is needed. But for God, human SHUTDOWN would be the rule!
NOTES:
1. Most of the species on the planet communicate very well, and minimally with words and sounds. After all some 75% of human 'dialog" is non-verbal.
2. The fact that "God" or somebody changes names in Scripture, to better represent the prophet or messenger, SIGNIFIES that "naming" can go "wrong."