Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
Categories:
nomen, analogy, appreciation, education,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of A Cedar Waxwing in Winter by The C Lab.
a crack at the nutcracker
sole *waxwing natures
crowned nomen swathed pastel fair~
seats heart hints of hues
*These birds are berry eaters and nut droppers for sustaining their future.
2022 December 07
*6th Place*
Winter Nature Themed Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 December 13
**HMS.
Categories:
nomen, bird, imagery, nature, winter,
Form: Haiku
ROSE GOLD (Part 1)
Copper
The composition of beauty should start with a solid, elemental foundation.
Such is the selection of material that is bound to a goddess.
But not just any goddess, the mother of Cupid, herald of the holiday.
The goddess of love; the goddess of desire.
Her name is the symbol of warmth, of closeness, of secret surrenders.
Her nomen is victory, over the darkness in the hearts of weaker men.
Her chalice receives the spark and brings forth life.
And so this material, bound to Venus…
Bound to the essence in every women’s heart,
Bound to the spirt of my beloved,
Bound to the beauty I see in my true love!
This is the elemental foundation that is worthy of love’s alchemy.
Silver
Just a pinch of moon dust, how I wish it were more.
To illuminate the night, to measure the success of the day.
To find my beloved in our tower.
Categories:
nomen, love, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
I studied the Roman epitaph
Translation provided by museum staff
Of a retired centurion of the 6th Legion
Scratched in letters three inches tall
on a gravestone found near Hadrian’s Wall
The name reads Titus Flavius Aquila
Praenomen, Nomen, Cognomen
Personal name, clan name, family name
Quite impressive
But I’ll keep mine just the same
I whispered the name and pondered
And couldn’t help but wonder
Could it have occurred to him, could he have thought
That two thousand years in the future
His name would still be remembered? Most likely not
A part of me likes to think,
I do that sometimes, especially with drink
In well-earned retirement, From his villa in the sky
A particular Roman centurion, heard his name echo
He looked my way, Smiled and winked
Categories:
nomen, history, imagery,
Form: Free verse
more often than not, a knightly surge
combs a pawn me,
especially after the stroke of midnight, when
hermetically sealed in my rookery,
where bats in the belfry
flap their wings at the speed
of sound times ten
thence, this king heads to his counting house
(which doubles asthma
Perkiomen Valley bishopric)
to economize on space,
especially during tax time
(as April fifteenth slowly approaches,
me heartbeat doth) quicken
though becalmed, when imbibing
idyllic, fantastic, and bucolic kingdom
Americana paintings courtesy, sans nomen
Percevel Rockwell, thus jitteriness pacified,
particularly speaking
on the telly phone with Ken
Burns, whose trademark documentaries,
particularly War between the States,
where even roosting hen
got into the frayed scrimmage vis a vis, even
chilly being egged on to surrender as Ben
a fit to this American
Civil War Yankee incarnate,
whose doodling word
ya probably don't give a hoot -Amen!
Categories:
nomen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
My name is Legion: for we are many
Legio mihi nomen est, quia multi sumus
You who have the gift of life
you who have the gift of love
by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts
the gift of a merciful death
A man might have immortal life and wander
for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday
let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die
Of those who die
He who knows our thoughts will he not hear our words
Categories:
nomen, faith, forgiveness, longing, life,
Form: Free verse
standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave
it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain
i will not move
no i can not move
fear has taken over me
how cold
how sad
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head
with eyes and ears
who do not get caught
for They Are Many
and i am only one
trust no one....
is not just a saying
but a truth to live by
for they know the price of blood
and will sell out all who get in their way
"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
Categories:
nomen, business, death, funeral, health,
Form: I do not know?
Well
I'm sure
... Andrea
is the awesome
poetess that taught
me ...about Etheree
and for this I am thankful.
Have you read "Digging for Diamonds?
Talk about a gem! How about " Isa " ?
or .."Nomen Global Language Institute"?
Tribute to poems by Andrea D.
from whom I learned this style.
It was fun, Andrea! :) Thanks -Robert
Categories:
nomen, on writing and words
Form: Etheree
The school I've worked for half my teaching years is feeling more
and more the woes of these hard times. I walk the corridor,
remembering the better days
before I felt this new malaise
which lies inside the core of me
and matches all too eerily
the atmosphere that permeates this hallway and adheres
to all parts of the school I've worked for half my teaching years.
I pray to God I'll never see the end of this old school.
So many came and went, yet I remain. I'm someone who'll
stay put until they close its doors.
Ten years now I have walked its floors,
taught students and had fun with them.
I hope it's not a requiem
I'm writing soon for this dear place, which much like an old friend,
is apt to pass. . . . I pray to God I'll never see the end.
This poem uses Wrapped Refrain type II, a form invented by Jan Turner and shown a Shadowpoetry.com. Posted in 2010, when I first came to Soup. Thankfully, the school is doing better now.
Categories:
nomen, god, old, sad, school,
Form: Rhyme