Best Terminology Poems
October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.
Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall
Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.
Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.
By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014
Categories:
terminology, cancer,
Form:
Acrostic
Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze
A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid
Laden with clover and blades of green grass
To catch a bumblebee, shear delight for a kid
Observing him carefully through the transparent glass
Like little scientists we named differing species
Terminology I can still recall to this day
What a pleasure it is to remember these
Adventure along the hills was our kind of play
It saddens me today to see young minds so numbed
Lush fields of green devoured and disappeared
To technology, children have now succumbed
Our beautiful world has been commandeered
Whilst walking upon a small meadow of green
I spotted a young boy with a glass jar in his hand
My eyes were aghast at what I’d just seen
It seems there’s still hope upon the land
I watched from afar as he examined his catch closely
Suddenly releasing him and away he did fly
With a loving smile, the boy waved him off joyfully
As I meandered off into the distance, wiping a tear from my eye
Categories:
terminology, adventure, beautiful, flower, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Quickened Pace
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In the day rapidly approaching
a rapture of which there shall be no more…
of parasitic encroaching
the minds of men
bent on sin…
“Love wins!”
I have read
from beginning to end
the books of many men’s sins
Their concepts galore, human explore
inept are many books of madness
cause of lives of much sadness
Ah… one book of precept
no variance,… of love kept
the Master recipe…
through it’s crystal truth I see
myself in the mirror…
mirrored Chrystal looking back at me
Ah… throne of grace
I see… I am quickened by quickened pace
I look into a familiar amazing face
the Chrystal truth of amazing grace
I see another face…
bought of amazing grace.
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Warning: A view from human concepts might find the preceding poem
a bit preachy, as sub consciously this terminology has emerged of human
concept for purpose of discrediting wisdom when it is imparted of Godly
precept. While wisdom imparted on the level of human concepts is declared
to be the only source and means of conveying knowledge. “Two Logics!”
(Isaiah 55:7-11) (The Christly mind vs. the human mind) “You have the
mind of Christ!” You May use it!
Selah….
Categories:
terminology, mystery, books, books, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Grace Paces in four faces
…………………..
Graces in four faces
of trinity, three paces
living in life races
a lion, a calf, a man, an eagle
A flying eagle…
complete and legal
Ah….Loves grace intervene…
by and by one shall wean
of Mothers milk
to Fathers meat
one shall complete
by grace, amazing feat
Meanwhile…
Love’s dear child
in love meek and mild
a serpent spent and beat
shall soon retreat
as grace absorbs life heat
A cycle of seven
Love’s blueprint of heaven
earth cycles seven/eleven
of whorish bevvies
Sub consciously…
Human concepts grievous
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Warning: A view from human concepts might find the preceding
poem a bit preachy, as sub consciously this terminology
has emerged of human concept for purpose of discrediting wisdom
when it is imparted of Godly precept. While wisdom imparted on the
level of human concepts is declared to be the only source and means
of conveying knowledge. “Two Logics!” (Isaiah 55:7-11) (The Christly
mind vs. the human mind) “You have the mind of Christ!”
You May use it!
Selah….
Categories:
terminology, mystery, life, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
How the prudes punish
The romantic ravisher's reign
With words dipped in disdain
They feign
Righteous rights to write
A complaint
How...insane
Layered in literature, love
Lived and lives and lusts
For expression
Different terminology
Doesn't change its physicality
Read....Feed!
Need driven lines
By a priest....
TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED*
explicit and yet
Holy sonnets flowed
From the same mind...
How they glowed
Lines so divine
Sublime
Sacred then sensual
Sensual then sacred
Same soul source
His choice
And mine....
LET THEM SHINE!!!
Don't criticize/satirize
The poet with hungry eyes
If you don't feel the flame
done you dare blame!
For shame
Those who've never known
Intercourse of words and soul
Be silent...
Pass on by
Don't propagate a lie
X-rated alibi
Don't deny
Sensuality's right to speak!
Eileen Manassian
*one of my favourite poets, John Donne wrote some of the most powerful spiritual sonnets and some of the most sensual rhymes. He's lauded as a great literary contemporary of Shakespeare. To His Mistress Going to Bed is an example of his sensual poetry. He was a priest. There's a time for everything.
I was inspired by Richard's latest poem to write this piece in defence of sensual poetry...
Categories:
terminology, passion, poetry,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The child was getting tired of being teased
Words flowed from her brother's mouth unfiltered
Had he more vocabulary he'd spew.
She didn't care on that morning if she pleased
She went to the icebox unbewildered
milk threw
We all stood in shock, except her brother
Drenched to the degree of being drowned, whew!
But equal to his cruel out of kilter
words. He's thinking there's ways other to
stir stew
Here in the south sometimes we say of a person that they are stirrer of trouble and we used some different terminology(vocabulary) sometimes.
I used icebox instead because refrigerator would not fit, so going back to my youth when some people still had an icebox.
My understanding of this form is 11 lines. Ten syllables per line except for the 6th line and the 11th line which are suppose to be two one syllable words or a one two syllable word which both syllables are pronounced equally. Really don't understand stressed and unstressed. LOL
Rhyme scheme is : a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
Categories:
terminology, anger, family,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Language is an enigma,
Engage not in it's stigma.
For it's terminology,
Is all psychology.
For deceitful lies
Entice the cries
Of those who die
Below the sky.
Categories:
terminology, language, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
It would be disingenuous to say that Ingenium did not have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It would boarder a lie to claim the same deity did not begin their morning exercise with a job through the unexplored corridors of the memory and imagery. The halls of memory are charted to an extent, but the cathedrals hidden down the vast tunnels of imagery seem always foreign and new. There Ingenium stopped to smoke a cigarette, leaning against a door marked "wooden". Neighboring this door were others, each with a replaceable placard screwed into the hard-wood. "Plastics" one read. "Trees" read another to Ingenium's left.
Propped up by the "wooden" door, they watched blurred figures move behind the tinted glass window of the door before them. Dark letters were craft-fully painted onto the glass: "Office Furniture". There seemed to be an argument over vague physics terminology being held between two shadowy characters in the office space beyond the tinted glass. The abstract entity could only make out a few mumbled words, something about work force equaling applied pressure divided by ambition over availability. The banter failed to impress Ingenium, and the muse snuffed its cigarette against the oak molding of the "wooden" door before continuing its job.
They passed other more decorative doors like "religion" or the red-white and blue striped door labeled "politics". It wasn't until Ingenium reached the door to the self that they stopped and released a sigh. Reaching down with unfathomable presence, Ingenium turned the red glass door knob and opened the door before it. A world of light and darkness poured out, flowing through the deity like whey through a screen. The curds that collected there were the substance of the soul. The cheeses that we ate that night were the mana of life, to be consumed today and gathered again on the morrow.
Categories:
terminology, imagination, philosophy, memory, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Bread and Butter showed up first,
thank God, with bread and butter
(we hadn't any food out yet).
They had flown in from Detroit
on a real time-crunch.
Then the Gherkins arrived
Pushing through and eating
Half the sourdough and margarine.
Total Gherks.
The cornichons arrived soon after,
slightly smaller than gherkins
and with French accents.
They stood against the back wall
smoking cigarettes.
The limes ubered over,
Sour looks on their faces
while handing us egg salad.
Their driver got lost
Putting them in a real pick-
Oh here comes an army of Hungarians,
They had been sun basking all day,
Their conversations crisp and witty.
Must be all that vitamin D.
Ahhh the Dills, speaking of d's.
They're royalty here.
Everyone's clapping,
Which is hard to do for a pickle.
Oh Kosher was right behind the Dills
and we didn't notice.
Hope that's not a big dill.
Now I smell them. Garlic.
What's that?
Germans have been waiting in the hallway?
I told them skinless is fine.
They found my terminology "unappealing?"
Cumberto, send some herring out for them, anyhow.
Welcome full sour,
welcome half sour,
and the newborn,
Little quarter sour.
Now take those looks
off your faces
and have a seat.
Last but not least,
the hot pickles,
always late,
soooo popular.
Well, thank-you all for coming
We have herring, potato salad,
Bread and butter, we have baseball
pickle highlights on the tube on a loop and-
Oh!
One more guest I see,
Kool-Aid, of course,
Cuz that's a thing.
Try the vinegar dip,
And please don't stain my couch red.
Categories:
terminology, food,
Form:
Free verse
Acceptance of our mistakes
Very important for us human being
Father Christ understands
We are only human
Correct “Definition” spelling
D-e-f-i-n-i-t-i-o-n
Check Terminology
Construct
Form: New Criticism
Categories:
terminology, education, family, children, people,
Form:
Error Code >
Laid down her arms
relinquished the chair
The challenger had arrived
flashed up onscreen
Repeating the action
She examined its power
Efforts to no avail
It returned to the scene
Our hero was facing
A technical hitch
That unforgiving popup
With the evil red sheen
Carefully she read
But could not comprehend
Commas colons and code
Both seen and unseen
Ah, the dire terminology
Bane of the user!
System thirty-two?
Now what could that mean?
She wouldn’t take defeat
At least not lying down
And so took to the cursor
Whizzed it ‘cross the screen
A courageous move
Though a foolish one too
*Miss-click*
The hard drive was wiped?
Damn this machine!
Categories:
terminology, computer, confusion, funny, stress,
Form:
Light Verse
Cliché’
"Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream", While I slept I tried to figure out how "death looked eating a soda cracker". It's very poetic yet makes no sense. No one stops to think things through; People just say things because someone said it to them.
Cliche's are fun -Some over used - Some have gotten " lost in the sauce " but they make a powerful direct point with fewer words.
I believe I hated it when I was told that "you don't believe fat meat is greasy" Well, people hated to answer questions back then and when I’d ask them to prove what they were stating they would say the “proof is in the pudding” -"Yeah right"...!
They had no proof to back up their stupid claims on subjects that were taboo- Knowingly, the answers
I sought were not "as plain as the nose on my face”... But what they said about
“no good deed going unpunished” seemed truer than them all.
Now Cliche's are different from Stereo types: When someone talks foolishly they could be told “you talk like a duck with no beak” Even a dunce could understand what that must have sounded like. Cliche’ yes, but very easy to describe a foolish person, that quacks horrible.
"If I knew then; What I know now". I would have challenged the old cliche terminology. “youth is wasted on the young". “I say that, to say this”. Actually I had more wisdom as a youth; because, It hurt me not to know things, Not knowing could even kill me.
(what you don’t know, won’t hurt you) So untrue.
.
As a youth "I had the time of my life”; Understood as much as any senior, and appreciated the wit and humor that figurative and literal the cliches' gave to our blues, songs, and our folktales -- Since "all is well that ends well “
I will end this prose by saying two of my favorite cliches' are "What's understood needs no explanation" Cliches are a real fun part of our language, poetry, and Metaphorical Prose.
If you don't agree then "grits ain’t groceries” “eggs ain’t poultry"...and "Mona Lisa was a man".!
Categories:
terminology, metaphor,
Form:
Prose
Having discussed it with many elementary educators
Critical Race Theory is NOT being taught in our schools
C.R.T. is buzzword used by right-wing radical agitators
Who are preaching Christian nationalism as its goal.
No elementary school child could understand the C.R.T.
Its tenets are debated at the highest levels of psychology
[Those tossing around the term cannot explain it to me!]
And I’ve training in graduate level theology and sociology.
We need to be careful the terminology we toss around,
For we are seeing incredible distortions in our foundations,
Many of our principled institutions are running aground
Because of crazy conspiracy theories and wild speculations.
We have political leaders who are spouting outrageous lies
Who are actually attempting to overthrow our government,
Forgetting our forefathers who paid the supreme sacrifice
And, not dealing with pressing problems, like our environment.
Essentially, we must prepare the next generation well
For we are leaving them with incredibly difficult problems--
They need truth, they need proper tools, if they are to dwell
On this planet—not impractical and meaningless theorems.
So, instead of a lot of malarkey about Critical Race Theory
And undermining the principles upon which we were founded
Instead of playing on commonfolks’ emotions, getting all teary,
We need to make sure the next generation is well-grounded.
Written July 18, 2022
Categories:
terminology, children, education, perspective, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Look deep within the light my love
My gentle caring sleep
the song of nature drifts along
at times the wind is steep and strong
The heart a hollow empty song
the drain on life complete
but then from out of emptyness
the song of love grows strong
The energy returning
you dance upon your feet
the cuddles that you're yearning
returned you are complete
my mind delves into darkness
it fights with dreams and scheemes
it struggles with the truth of life
I need to know whats real
I need to know the truth of life
to know whats really real
we study then the body
the life of man complete
look to see the beauty
complexity so sweet
interwoven nature
our thoughts of glowing flame
We study terminology
we study anthropology
we study then biology
with thoughts that do compete
In truth this sweet compexity
holds answers over time
who did design the human brain
who did design the mind
The arguments from science
I then do not believe
It simply was by accident
we came to be conceived
the body's so complex my friend
I think they self deceive
I do believe in science
the study of our life
I do believe the bible
that god created life
I do not see your problem
I do not see your strife
It say's that god created man
it does not tell you how
Could evolution be my friend
the tool that god made to make man
Categories:
terminology, education, faith, god, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Believing you are for growing economic opportunities
and shrinking financial risks
AND that you don't mind sacrificing ecological health
and nutritional wealth,
is a confusion of terminology.
There could be no such thing as a sustainable economic system
that is in any way anti-ecological.
Just as there could be no such thing as a healthy economic system
that is not also a politically cooperative,
more than competitive,
systemic network of relationships and transactions.
Categories:
terminology, earth, environment, health, nature,
Form:
Political Verse