Gordon's gin
is not Scottish
but British
Canadian whisky
is better than nothing,
if all you have is nothing.
The name 'Gordon'
means -
'Large fort, big hill'.
This has drove many a Gordon
to drink, and dark poetry.
Pink Gin is for slim men
who brunch until lunch.
The Scots like to sword dance
in their shorty kilts
that's what too much whisky
can make you do.
Categories:
nomenclature, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The greatest orchestrations of Life comes evolves through Ages of Wisdom.
Categories:
nomenclature, appreciation, god, humanity, soulmate,
Form: Monoku
No one fairly knows what a "thing" is, not before "education"
Attributes ... Names begin "THING-ing" for us, the indoctrination
Moses means "pull out, draw" as Pharaoh's daughter did
Even Avram was changed to Abraham, Jacob to "Isra El" by God
Some naming is needed. But for God, human SHUTDOWN would be the rule!
NOTES:
1. Most of the species on the planet communicate very well, and minimally with words and sounds. After all some 75% of human 'dialog" is non-verbal.
2. The fact that "God" or somebody changes names in Scripture, to better represent the prophet or messenger, SIGNIFIES that "naming" can go "wrong."
Categories:
nomenclature, bible, faith, nature, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic
With head resembling a p-e-n-i-s
This mutant has its own genus
Just how it evolved
Has not yet been solved
But it’s named T-rumpus meanus
Author’s note: This monster is suitable for study and might be kept in a secure supercooled freezer. If it ever were released on civilization, the effect would be like that of smallpox. (The software removes certain words so dashes were required).
Categories:
nomenclature, animal, fear, word play,
Form: Limerick
Nomenclature
Nomenclature robed in wealth of words
The hot sauce that makes the tongue hurry
I am the live in the lively garment of merry
Like a hare I burrow to the worlds.
Esther had a dream last night
She said I am called Victory
Like in the Mordecai's story
To darkness a spill of light.
I am what I am called
Spiced and baked in Grace
I am a perfect breathing oeuvre
In clean clay, mixed and kilned.
I have written my name in gold
Bright effect, large format and space
Stellar polished over and over…
I am dark shine and bold.
I am the Goodness kidnapped by blessing
The laughter on the lips of sadness
The contagious smile pocketed in the hollow of frown
I am the throne of the King mercy.
I am the tiny thing in the Bosom of The I AM
The decorated ass of gladness
The new noise in town
Like the celebration of the new yam...
I am the greatly true and real
My name is not in the book of abstractions
My fate is not the man of superstitions
I am the planted dead grown cereal…
I am the branch in the Vine
Sprouting abroad…across nations
Godly-spread intending intentions
I am the wonder and my root is Divine.
18TH APRIL, 2015
Categories:
nomenclature, beauty, me,
Form: Quatrain
a falling star is a snowflake on my tongue
a kiss from you makes this old man feel mighty young
an ocean breeze is a careless stroll just because
an embrace from you is the dissipation of what one was
a winter afternoon sun is a daydream feeling free
a smile on your face inspires a rejuvenated energy in me
a mountain morning sunday is a breathtaking vision of nature
just knowing that you love me makes me thank God even more that you know my nomenclature
Categories:
nomenclature, beautiful, blessing, dedication, for
Form: Couplet
Every single person
Is a daughter or a son.
That’s the way we enter
When our lives have just begun.
Some of us are sisters, brothers,
Cousins, uncles, aunts,
But we have no control of that –
It’s purely circumstance.
Other titles we select –
As husband or as wife
And dad or mom if sperm and egg
Create a brand-new life.
But once again, from that point on
We do not have a voice,
For if our children wed
Or procreate, it’s not our choice.
Yet those who in the Nana/Grandpa
Area have scored
Know factors out of our control
Have granted this reward.
Categories:
nomenclature, life,
Form: Rhyme
Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
-‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh
Categories:
nomenclature, abuse, beauty, earth, mother,
Form: Personification
O leviathan,
enter the dark cloud of death
defanging fire,
the mountain wants to shiver.
Sand was slipping from my fists.
I cannot hold the time;
wet eyes
will find another moon.
The milk had dried up in body.
A heart burns like bonfire,
for a heretic. A lone stranger
in a city of wolves.
A bareback beauty sits on the rock
waits for the sea
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite
will never call for nothing.
Satish Verma
Categories:
nomenclature, art
Form: I do not know?
O leviathan,
enter the dark cloud of death
defanging fire,
the mountain wants to shiver.
Sand was slipping from my fists.
I cannot hold the time;
wet eyes
will find another moon.
The milk had dried up in body.
A heart burns like bonfire,
for a heretic. A lone stranger
in a city of wolves.
A bareback beauty sits on the rock
waits for the sea
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite
will never call for nothing.
Satish Verma
Categories:
nomenclature, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?