Long Word of the day Poems
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The word of the day is: ' Excruciating'
an adjective associated with intense pain,
however its root meaning derives from the Latin 'excruciatus'
meaning – ‘From the cross.’
Congratulations! for before or when we die
we all will be - out of that cross.
Life is a crucifixion
for even the greatest joys come to suffering
just as suffering comes to joy.
Love saves.
Jesus’s journey to and from the cross
is both an allegory and a literal teaching.
What we believe becomes our truth.
Today let this Good Friday contemplation
become our own way Of The Cross
for life, be it short or long,
is sometimes a heavy burden and rocky road to climb,
and though the joy may happily outweigh
the tribulations
together they also are our ‘come from the cross’
story.
Jesus is us and his truth is in us.
If Good Friday were a sorrowful event
then it would be called ‘Bad Friday.’
Nothing is Bad today.
High functioning autism is just a word to most.
Receiving and having are two different word's.
And so we try in having, as little attention drawn
Too ourselves .
Our teachers cannot read our mind's and parents
Through thier ignorance cause more harm than good.
The bullies were thus brutal as bullies will be, fighting
Back was but trouble as trouble needn't be.
Not able to speak or articulate word's as a child, confusion
Was the word, the word of the day as from night.
Hiding in the woods, open in school spankings from teacher's
Back in those day's.
As an adult it was thus to late , police and a record being misunderstood.
Confessing to lie's to people you trust without mens rea,
It mattered not.
Anger , detachment was then a good friend, not knowing the
Why until it was too late.
And why now they ask , when they do not care, it leaves me in
Fear .
That I may loose where I live to those now afraid.
OUF
Word of the day wha’ cha say
I’m juz an ugly nerd
What ya heard
Word!!!
OUF
Was walk tween class period
In the halls the bell rung
Skittishly I accidentally ran into
Unexpectedly run into the prettiest girl in the school
OUF
when face to face with female hotty
her AT-tude so snotty-spotty
Liken the King Nerd Steve Urke
DID I DO THAT
At a tip of a hat
Just in one breath
The girl said BOY
BYE
OUF
OUF! Te...Terushashi ...san...!
Oh! Man!!!
I am
So sorry that I ran into you...
OUF
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Ouf URBAN DICTIONARY --WORD OF THE DAY FOR JAN 4
Written for class December 31, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Inspiration is her word of the day,
for she feels it now come the final sun ray.
She is weary from the sunshine hours,
but her mind is filled with subtly coloured flowers.
She writes sturdy, yet not so fast,
even though thoughts keep streaming past.
She fears she may not capture many a wonder,
but then again, she is certain her dreams will ponder.
So when she awakes to a new agenda,
she puts pen to paper to continue at her minds surrender.
The refreshed blues of her widened eyes perceived
the adventures of her sleeping state as something so greatly achieved.
Inspiration flows fluidly in connection with her soul
and she can say it has beautifully taken its toll.
For she is perpetually in anticipation
of continuing to paint with the colours of her happy imagination.
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
Sixpence and foursquare seventy-seven minus fifty-two
Come and give me a cuddle, it truly is only us two.
What are you staring at? Is that a cobbler’s shoe?
Just the word mathematics makes me want to boo-hoo.
Donuts in the belfry, quotients in the glue.
Wiggle Waggle Wiggle bottom. I am scared now too.
Jumping over a moon, with your magic eyes of blue.
Multiplication meanness is coming rapidly through.
Mathematics is the word of the day. What can we do?
I am terrified of numbers, just between me and you.
Letters make more sense. I have mastered some of them two.
Geometry and statistics? I hope this poem is finally through.
.
viewing life
through the fingers
of a facepalm
an unhealthy
obsession
to broaden the mind
with the
help from social media
jumbled up in jargon
no more useful than a Word of the Day:
excire: (n) meaning exhilaration and desire
—or—
whenever …
bombarded with unrelated
f.a.c.t.s
as pertinent as
school level algebra
the mind’s ‘nothing box’
teaming with possibilities
inexpressible
visions dancing to an inaudible jukebox
a child’s
toy
kaleidoscope
charting the stars
given way to ‘Stars Foretell’
how we should feel
and think
nowadays
by naming the planets
the stardust
the very essence of existence
we escape categorisation
life views back at me
through the cosmic lens
of perceptions:
starlight eyes
of
hope
shines …
We're living in times that are broken and bent
Where fragile is the word of the day
More looking to get that ever to give
Not worried at the come what may
There never is rest for the weary head
Or the seam of things come undone
It's no secret kept that what we have left
Is the day of the loaded gun
Battle sides drawn, which side is wrong
Depends on the side you're on
And those that wont play, go their own way
Preferring to be left alone
And alone we'll all be in this society
Of you either need to duck or run
Where losers will weep as the finders keep
In the day of the loaded gun
We fight all the time, the frame of mind
Of selfishness wants its own way
But if it wasn't for self then I ask you who else
Would give you the time of day
Did she pack up and leave because of you and me
Cause I ain't seen hide nor hair of love
Can anyone blame it for calling it quits
In the day of the loaded gun
The howling winds of March
Furious gusts of air
mightily blow bestirring anchored poet
sitting comfortably numb
securely strapped in his hard to maneuver
easy bath chair
while all around him debris
strewn helter skelter everywhere
heavy objects unmoored
pirouetting topsy turvy
defying laws of physics
cue Adam Smith
courtesy his invisible hand
eulogizing, kickstarting, and regulating
unseen cogs and gear
in order to avoid being plucked up
analogous to whirling dervish
ye dear reader best don
top of the line name brand ironware
to fend off soundcloud
analogous to webbed
whirled wide rooky banshee
hounding kingly bishopric
inducing royal knightmare
whereat pawns called play
as damage control representatives
ultimately linkedin to medicare
for bodily harm suffered
and property destruction
doled out courtesy Nationwide Insurance,
nevertheless yours truly
experienced heightened anxiety
cuz I accidentally, casually, easily,
et cetera eavesdropped,
though a polite gentleman (boot no scholar)
loud talking policyholder
anyone could easily overhear
their strident vocalizations
and they owned chutzpah to *****
re: me for listening to conversation
threatening with abominable language to scare
living daylights, which nearly caused
writer of these words
to soil his underwear
such vociferous threats
wrought quick thinking defense posture,
whereby my ordinary shy demeanor
empowered after downing
powder milk biscuits
(cuz heaven's their tasty)
and declaring warfare
against being bullied
versus suffering as token scapegoat
most every year
from boyhood until emerging adulthood.
After crafting above lines
current generated via whoosh;
I sat mine hind quarters
(otherwise referred to the tush),
which signalled to Doctor Quackenbush,
(id est Groucho Marx)
not deficient with quick wit
whose hook, line and sinker
word of the day namaycush
helped one environmental seaman
high (fish) tail to Hindu Kush
where removal from madding crowd
spiritually inoculated one
with a profound hush.