Best Vocabularies Poems


Premium Member My Dreams

Every dream that anyone ever has is theirs alone and they never manage to share it. And they never manage to remember it either. Not truly or accurately. Not as it was. Our memories and our vocabularies aren't up to the job. ~Alex Garland

My 

dreams are

stories from

which I sometimes

wake; the characters

and fascinating plot

fresh inside my mind.  Wishing

to capture one with words, I trace

it, only to have it fall apart. . . 

for - after all - my stories are just dreams.


Aug. 10, 2019 
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Premium Member Lyrics and Music

Fingers intertwined in 
  wondrous oneness
  together foreverness
  breathtaking bliss

Eye to eye in
   lyrical longing
   melodic memories
   soul symmetry

Backs turned to 
  bygone brokenness 
  solitary sanctums
  heartbroken hibernation

Face to face in 
  aromatic anecdotes 
  possibility potpourri
  enmeshed essences

Voices join in
  rondos of rendezvous 
  chorales of compatibility 
  madrigals of mutuality 
  
Heart to heart in
  a fulcrum of fulfillment 
  a seesaw of serendipities 
  a trapeze of timelessness

Lips engaged in 
  passion's pendulum
  voluptuous vocabularies
  intoxicating innuendoes

     She is lyrics and I am music
           ~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Attitude

Attitude 
Tom Wright
11-10-2016

Discouraging words are uttered every day,
And the most hurtful I hear is “I don’t care.”
Dudes get uptight when not getting their way,
That is more lamebrain than a barrel of hair.

Not caring about things is a bad place to live,
And from our vocabularies we should abolish.
Thinking only of one’s self with nothing to give,
Exposes us as being thoughtless and smallish;
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.


Pardon My French

PARDON MY FRENCH

She swore like a sailor 
and what did it mean? 
Did he cuss as a pause... 
were their cohorts unclean? 

Were their vocabularies lacking
in something rich or refined? 
Did they swear in frustration,
were their expletives unkind?

Was she to quit swearing 
when dad counts to five? 
Did he pay at the cuss jar 
in a ten dollar crash dive? 

Must they think of real words 
and substitute when they can?
Should they change their slang
before, the *#!% hits the fan? 

It's a hard thing to do in
replacing letters of four. 
His teacher says,"try five,"
Her's says,"try a few more!" 

Her Mom says more letters
is just what she needs. 
And he tries to count five
but, his Urban impedes. 

The kids say, four letters 
are not that dirty or bad! 
Why must they change them
when they like what they've had. 

There is power in speech
and it tells all about us. 
So use five letter words 
and please, do not cuss. 

The kids were too literal 
in the teaching they heard.
They discovered, in short,
FIVE, is a four letter word. 

By Edlynn Nau
© June 28, 2016
© Edlynn Nau  Create an image from this poem.

Pensee

Knowledge palace
Filled with future fantasies
Diving in new and new vocabularies
Fast door of success
Wonderful school!

This Woman I Am

THIS WOMAN I AM
WRITTEN BY NJIDEKA 
IKERIONWU

This woman I am 
 Stops me at’imes
It crooks my cruises 
And storms my sails  
Cuts my journeys short 
And cows my instincts
Shrinks my time at 
library
It edits my vocabularies

Most times
It dumbs my mouth 
And numbs my nerves
Subdues actions inside 
me 
Just to evade that 
question
That shy’s and freezes 
my actions
Don’t you know you are 
woman? 

Yet I want to come and 
come back again 
As the woman I am
Being under
Savouring the joys of 
womanhood
Always happening 
inside me 
The sweetness of 
receiving ends
Enjoying the sucks of 
my babies
Cite me right in this 
verse 
A bit shy now
This woman I am


Origin of the Name Swahili and Language, Bantu Name

Origin of  the  name Swahili 
Or " Kiswahili" , 
One person  said , " Iswa ile" 
Another person said," Iswa iyi " 
Swahili is one of the  Bantu
Languages 
Like isiZulu , Kifuliru,  
Kinyindu, Kikuyu
Xhosa,  Chewa, Kivira , 
Kinyarwanda Lingala ,
Tchiluba, Kimakuwa,
Kibemba, Kimasanza
Isivenda, Luganda, Kiluya
Kirundi, Kishi, Kibwari 
Kinyamwezi, Isiswathi
Isindebele, Kibembe
Sotho, Kikongo, 
Kimongo, Chiyawo
...... so on. 
Swahili has little influence 
Of Arabic due to Islam in Africa ...
Which does not stand 
for its origin 
As some people spoke 
here 
and there
To underestimate 
Swahili in the World. 
Arabic 
And
 Swahili have 
Different strictrures 
And 
Grammar
Which prove their big difference 
No matter few arabic vocabularies 
Are in Swahili, 
Same as 
In Urdu, 
Hindi ,
Persian,  
And 
So on. 
I have never heard
Some people who quoted
About Persian to be originated 
From Arabic because of few 
Arabic vocabularies 
Which are in Persian. 
Swahili is Bantu language,
With strictures and grammar
As the above  Bantu languages. 

June 10th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris

Note: 
Iswa: it is a flying insect 
which majority 
bantu people eat. 

"Iyi , ili, "  means This...
"Ile, hile" means That...
Iswa hile"ile" means that flying insect, 
Iswa hiyi " iyi" means this flying insect. 
That is where the name  Swahili found its origin. 

Swahili people are called 
" Baswahili or Waswahili " 
Which can stand for Swahili speakers 
also. 
Authentic Swahili is of DRCongo , 
because it has 1%  influence of Arabic as 
Muslims don't reach 2 % of the populations.

Just Dance

Blindfold, sense the beat with your heart
memories in your muscle will move you
alignment to rhythmic body wave 
barrida sweep turns to a colgada spin
passion channeling embrace bending
gancho maneuver and a volcada lean
arms around, arms interlock 
feel the movement within 
synchronicity of one
body, mind and soul
when you discover the rhythm of my inner core
the circle is finally complete

( Learning about Tango Movement Vocabularies )

Benzo

Let’s be honest, I’m not that honest.
Be honest, 
Just this once.
Forget all the dilutions of grandeur,
The noise.
Eat it so hard in the teeth that your mouth has a voice.
Unclench your tongue just long enough to choke on your words…
Then swallow your words,

They were never your word.
 

Just like it was never a case of, “she isn’t the other half of me”. Rational thoughts of that nature that tried to tie emotion to logic were as implausible as the idea that I had any idea in the first place. 
It’s a philosophy contingent on empirically knowing that even the most limited of vocabularies can stutter words, reliant on misspelled synonyms that do more justice to a mind clumsy-drunk on love than any perfectionists wet dream of punctuation ever would.
It’s supposed to be messy.
Nights of trying to read the label on prescriptions through empty bottles gave self-induced illiteracy a formal introduction to Benzodiazepines.
See, attempts at dreams of you leave me isolated with feelings of resentment and distain in times of consciousness for nothing more than a lack of sleep. 
Insomnia, 
A new form of self-deprivation,
A therapy of sorts. 
Wearing my “oh so apparent” membership card of bloodshot eyes and shaky hands with pride I’ve developed pipe dreams of time spent with the pillow in a utopia of…you.
I called you Benzo. 
The irony is, the only provocation of panic that can get my mind racing fast enough to keep stride with the heart palpitations induced by you saying some other guy’s name is when you say mine. 
The type of sickness I only experience when my mind decides to throw out the jury. 
Anti-climactic, like her not being home when you knock on the door ready to recite a speech you wrote to explain how words aren’t enough anymore. 
Standing there pledging allegiance to silence because the color of words has and always will be too dull to complete our portrait of perfection. 
You keep your smiles guarded, with reason. All the more reason that I know I earned every last one, and the last one I got made me realize sometimes you got to burn it to the ground at a moment’s notice. 

A flat line to a punch line, silence drowned out the noise…
© Ryan Robby  Create an image from this poem.

Driven To Distraction and Destruction

Must I hear the word "cool "one more time 
Blaring from movies, TV in a time called prime

The only thing prime about prime time TV
Is its effort to seek out just how annoying it can be
Words like COOL, SEXY, TEENAGER are like the
itch of a flea

Proving the media have a lexicon of vocabularies 
Small as a headhunter's shrunken dried up trophies

They'll sometimes stretch words in an oblongata
Such as cool rhyming with KULL, KOO-ULL , it
doesn't matter

There are commercials foisted on watchers of the
 tube
Expounded in sincerity by some whey-faced boob

Calling on issues like curing failure to perform an 
animal urge
But animals would shake heads that on this people 
splurge

Its quite clear now why Elvis once blew up a TV 
Things that are shown do cause urges real as these

After this act of destruction of a TV takes place
It might cause a payback one did not anticipate 

The small glass pieces on the floor begin shouting 
loud as can be
SEXY, KULL ,KOO-ULL, TEENAGER they scream
 endlessly 
Don't you know that's their only vocabularEE?

Learning a New Language

Learning another language, excitable fun
As tongues wildly run. 

Enriched vocabularies with foreign words,
Elevated like flying birds. 

Step away stagnant conversation crew,
Jump in rainbow of speech
To teach,
A new view. 
Eliminating dreary words,
moods of blue.

I have a best freind from france,
French!! The song of romance.
Even though for now, my spoken french is not a lot,
Un petite peu,
I'll continue to learn french 
For fun,
So my tongue can wildly run.

Premium Member Pride

Lord,
Help us gather our pride,
and from our vocabularies sift.
Oft used words, me and I,
hastily casting both adrift.
For prideful words are as fuel,
propelling our souls toward Hell.
Leaving many to perish,
while under pride's spell.
As we examine hearts, and words,
We should readily see,
that it isn't we or I,
But that old pronoun thee.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

A Lesson In Writing

So you want to be a stellar writer,
With excellent lexicon skills to boot,
And Latinate action words in meter,
Or nonsense jargon towardly acute.
 
Well, don't be an unkempt fool shy of zest,
Inspire that beast within you certainly,
That giant of creative thoughts in your quest,
Which deep inside you hanker for surely.
 
The charade of vocabularies thus...
That may morph into something beautiful,
Or have vulgar verses to induce fuss,
And you'd implode if you can't be truthful.
 
In the swelter of your dangling rage,
Don't oscillate around the edge of fear,
Instead have patience to truly engage,
Viewing a realm of darkness to cohere.
 
And jolly is the fellow, who writes well,
With poetic license to be amazing,
Feeding a warped sense to a hillside swell,
On towards the thistle bush that will sting!
 
Where imagination is presented,  
And you yearn for a symbolic bestow,
With practiced delivery intended,
Painting the picture of a scenic flow.
 
But to get the poetic juices flowing,
To have flattery given where bonded,
And be united in a surged telling,
Of stories; borrowing from its jaded.
 
Then untying the knot of hindrance,
Bringing creative writing from its bound,
Whereof you'd shine in poetic brilliance,
And glitter bright, and admirers astound.

Premium Member About the Great Poets Here

(my friends i wrote the piece below in one long exhale. i did not change a word but 
rather let it sit as it fell. could the writing be improved. yes it could but why try to 
create a masterpiece when finger painting is so much fun. you have greeted me with 
wide open arms. you have been a great support at a stressful time in my life. so here 
it is from my heart to yours.)


they are those who ride us on their backs
 send us on journeys to places they built
one chess piece at a time

they put into words 
what we knew 
but could not say

why am I telling you this

there are wonderful poets here

choose a dish
 visit their buffets
taste more than one feel
give it a whirl

experience worlds you'll never find on a mac
visit their vivid dreams
drive one of their soap bubbles
ski on the end of a needle and thread

discover the barely open doors
the naked flesh between the creases
 displays lined in scrap paper
that one can absorb eyes closed

crawl  under and over the sea
tunnel the milky way to a brand new galaxy
witness a sky that like curtains part
peak at what is on the other side

life is short play nude
spend a bitty bit of time 
with bitty bits of folksy folks
 on a striped colored blur 

they are special the poets who live here
so do yourself a flavor 
put on your roller blades 
and go for the tricycle ride of your life

here is the best part and get this
(i hope your holding your breath
and turning red white and blue)
some of their poems rhyme
some of them even use styles

here comes the huge reveal
( unlike me who is not really a poet
and doesn't actually know it)
they use good grammar
extensive vocabularies
and here's the kicker
capital letters
and proper punctuation 

go figure
which they also use
well that figures

there are great poets here
you do yourself a disfavor 
if you're only here to write
and not here to read

Premium Member A Dear John Letter

I seem never far flung from thoughts supreme and a my/their/your/importance to things at/of a conscious cramped mind. If thinking is Activity, 
Thoughts, action streams that flow from equal amounts of
"Spirits" aplenty-a necessary catalyst and music, yes
Music the ****** of word birth, unknown, exacting, pure, 
coital corporeal, clean corded from an ancient womb world,
then I am a premiere primary post partum poet, 
pious and plentiful, panoramic and primal----
least of which I follow the noneany standards of 
prose polished rule constraints of useless
ninny-nanny nonsense frivolity of any/all nil/nothing of 
menial meanderings of less viable word wit-tent. 
Everything id intended by therefore their "crowd" creators,
lest us/we behold that soulless saturated 
stingy sick mass raptures of wordly whiny wimp
wis-dumbectomies,  courtesy of ignorant intenders 
that soils its rhymes via elementary elusive exaggerations 
for the masses of asses with 
vocabularies of molasses 
when they read-listen-write-wrong rewrite
a pontious plight in that life Ass-ignment ignorant driven 
illicit class of uncreative writings of Life. Tragedy 101

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