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What Punctuation Marks

What Punctuation Marks

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(Dedicated to our Pens)


Commencing with colons saying,
    “Look at what follows me”:
Commas go with the need to breathe, 
Adding, or between, as the case may be.
Semicolons help related thoughts, 
   and lists of a length more supreme,
Like running on; followed; listed;
   everything seen; or 
(I like adding) dreamed.
Parenthesizes surround thoughts inserted
By the narrator not to digress, but 
  (editors note) expand 
   the writing’s dimension.
Periods mark ends, like a day to bed,
Except when set in threes, known as
   the ellipses, which can indicate
A denouement that might be taken
On ad infinitum, like clouds afloat…
Maybe to a related or distant expression 
   — perhaps a sibling theme — as perceived;
Maybe ending with an exclamation point,
Announcing an extreme point reached!
Yet, always remaining…Chances approach
For asking questions (Do you see?)
Set forth to ponder by question marks.
Plus, then, dashes will set off —inserted —
To help define.

Punctuation, also, in its own way speaks
(perhaps more than we realize) to lead
Readers on to receive
The thought trains, flights, leaps,
   and meaningful leads.

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(c) sally young Eslinger 12/25/21
In admiration for Cindy Sostchmen,
who posts great grammar lessons on FB, her pg. every Monday.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Septemper Event In My Country

Commencing Christmas festivities,
September signals merriment…
Yuletide cheers reverberate
carols of peace, love, joy…
heralding Christ’s birth
bringing hope-grace…
…forgiveness:
life’s great
gift.

God
reigns in
September
joyous moments…
with His goodness-might
in ushering mankind
toward divine and human
love-engagement celebration:
partnership in Christmas gatherings.

*2Corinthians 9:15 Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.

August 24, 2019

1st place, "Autumn or September or October Nonet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 9/2/2019.
Form: Nonet

Astronomers

Teleporting into your giant...galaxy 
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.

My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.

The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.

I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.

We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.  
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.

T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...

Lockdown- 25th Day

Have to go forever leaving this dark home
feeling sorrow that nobody will know my last
Silently risen meteor will go to dark gravity burst

Won't update last words of tears before love junction
From unspoken brine won't breathe the last sensation
Won't see nearest blood if this ominous mission keep going on

slowly green to ripe and towards withered
hungriness in the world of unstable motion
death in the chain of life prying recycling born

Birth fixes the death in commencing its journey on this earth
In time asking forgiveness feels regretful more than gratitude
through pure repentance everything under constructed redemption code

I'm here today not as the hunger striker
Feeling regret for full free natural future

19.04.2020 (Chattogram City)

The Third Christmas

"The Third Christmas"



IF I had thought about where to begin, 
I wouldn’t have begun. 
This is the story of us.

A family goes through the war zone occasionally,
intermittently, say every ten years or so 
or possibly a minor tiff each year
over a Christmas re-gifting 
or a prodigal unwanted 
sits silently, mouth closed,
crowding the wanted
or an over zealous family member, 
commencing with good cheer,
destroys a precious moment,
thanks giving becomes
an alcohol fuelled debate
an argument for living 
all forget the forgiving
silent night becomes
kristallnacht 
pathologically
fear replaces good cheer

Some families are an entire War. 
Politically sewn and sold, egos bruised.
Years can be swallowed up 
in strategic artillery campaigns
Who comes
Who goes 
Quiet assassinations
Back seat driving 
on the right way 
Home 

The Third Christmas
How to avoid being again.

Just so you know
you are not alone

Decorate the Heart with Snow


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)










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Pause of Polarity Interchange

Her current space cannot be traced
exactly how he programmed it
a strategic system of files, unreconciled
feminine frequencies pleading to split

white picket fences, painted in perfect pretenses
circuits circumvent so not to crash 
the matrix, masked by flourishing flowers
when does beauty rise from the ash?

opposites attract, so they say
her inner self, silently suffocating
crafted by his cunning conversations,
sudden lightning sparks, blackouts bring

the shattering shock, sending signals, commencing strength
step outside the interchange. 

now, wait. 

His hold on hold... 
and she is safe. 
Courage, grit, unwavering faith.
Free to pen a brand-new page.
© Jenn Gee  Create an image from this poem.

Emotions' Tragedy

Along the primeval forest of mine emotions

                               Arouse the dancing colors of sensations
 
                                      Thick, full of vigor-yes it is

                                   Nourished within the drastic mist.




                            Commencing its way from nowhere stage

                                  Until the fullness it doth besiege

                                  Bizarre sentiment within its might

                                 Engulfed my being with its heights.




                                And in the lustrous moment of time

                               Sung the emotion's melodious chime

                               Chains of laughter's beneath  the sun

                              Spread its vastness throughout the land.




                                    As the golden time rolled by

                                 Emotions do rise unto the Zenith

                                Depicting its embers that don't die
  
                                Flaming passions in heart beneath.




                              The gestures it does were full of arts

                              Portrayed deeply by the loving heart

                                    Until the day it lost its way

                            To the wounded heart where I cant say.



 
                              Wishing this feeling will have its death
                              Flip pages- thou art a myth.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Salute To Divine Writers

Ordained to declare words divine
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
they documented awesome miracles
exposing wondrous historical occurrences
proclaimed among precepts and statutes.

Inditing* blessed Scriptures
they were scribes of spiritual calling
endowed with understanding and wisdom
not according to their own mind
but upon illumination of the omniscient Holy Ghost.**

Honoured with their diligence
along heavenly vision’s guidance 
they published the Creator’s supreme chronicles
commencing with Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
to culminate toward Revelation for Christ’s eternal kingdom reign.

Thus, their devotion is commended 
by what they have done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s mercy and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust…
today, I am what I am by the Saviour’s love, expressed by the Bible.

*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

**2Peter 1:21 For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.

August 13, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (21) ,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest; sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/13/2020.
Form: Ode

Premium Member Jubilant New Year Journey Commences This January

Jubilation-filled journey awaits me this New Year and its wondrous days

Assured by my Almighty God*, commencing in January with His anchoring grace

Nourished thru His love, mercy and care's wondrous ways

Upholding me verily to overcome challenges along life race...

Ascending upward joyous service-heights, I press on with fervent faith's pace

Rejuvenated and revived toward grateful blessed worshipful praise

Yielded to my Lord Who knows what's best in His omniscience-rays!

*Genesis 17:1 ... I am the Almighty God; walk before me, and be thou perfect.

Acrostic with monorhyme

January 3, 2019
Form: Acrostic

Civil War Battle

Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound
On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound
Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round
After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound
Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground
With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound
Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound
Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned
Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned
Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound
Form: Monorhyme

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