Nostrum Poems | Examples

Stillness of Time

Written: March 18, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Rick Parise

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A tall tree stands quietly, imparting its tales,
dew drops fall like stars in the morning.
Flowers develop beautifully before tossing,
the sky gradually shifts color, to our avail.

Nature's ever-changing splendor is shown,
life's passing events are cleanly captured.
Solitude fosters heartfelt attraction backward,
stillness possesses what time implies on its own.
 
Watching seasons perform in their ballet,
dinge is a profuse nostrum nature may spray.
Every breath causes life to wither and sway,
leaves become gold and then float away.

Lily Garden

She is an evil blossom
the day lilly of disorder
she exhales a deadly fumigation
Marion breathes in the heady elixir
which wallows in her eyes
those lily stalks
are perhaps intercoursing a nostrum daily

Unit 119

Independence panacea dashingly suggests
      We purchase our palace hexagonal 
      Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed 
      Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital 


      Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged 
      Wider scope than she ever deserved
      Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
      Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd

    
      Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
      Wears title queen of high hive divine
      Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
      Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119

     

                    
                    Third of February 
               Thank you, dear old Doris

Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey

Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.

Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.

Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.

Well! time he was leaving so, show him the door!
A flagon of whiskey a-smash on the floor.

Cosmic Waves

Rose gold love cups in a versatile nostrum
Cosmic waves pearl wind vault is strange,
Ephemeral vapors are rising by the podium
Cinnabar meteors devolved from damage.

Cosmic waves pearl wind vault is strange
Delirium tremens yield self-raggedness,
Cinnabar meteors devolved from damage
Smack dab in mid of commodious cosmos.

Delirium tremens yield self-raggedness
A moon-themed warmth glimmering quartz
Smack dab in mid of commodious cosmos,
Her own heart bestows her weather reports.

A moon-themed warmth glimmering quartz
Orphic blue sky echoes in the rose quartz lake,
Her own heart bestows her weather reports
Venus' loving glow shinily in the aeonian sake.

Orphic blue sky echoes in the rose quartz lake
Ephemeral vapors are rising by the podium
Venus' loving glow shinily in the aeonian sake,
Rose gold love cups in a versatile nostrum.


Written: May 07, 2022

Shattered

SHATTERED
            In this darkness of life,
            I am solely with my aura.

            When I close my eyes,
            It is dusky but nice.

            But when I open them,
            I can't see the bright side.

            I could just feel someone's presence,
            And believe it's the dark entity.

            I am internally bruised,
            And searching for nostrum.

            But the dark is weeding my existence


copyright | published on 2021                                        - Paawni Sati

Her Fingertips

Healing
Ever so gently, her fingers
Run through his skin.

Fiery passion erupts;
Iron stricken hot! Her soft touch...
Nostrum to cool the sweltering fever
Generating upon his brow
Electrifying, her silken fingertips
Relieving tensions, skin-deep;
Tickling his ribs to laughter!
Inconceivable, the sheer
Power in the palm of her hand, titillating!
So soothing.


Date written: 07/19/2020

Dotard Trumpery Handpicking Joshua Trump

Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no longer lay claim,  
because from then on he was reduced to campus bullies' fair game.

Pretending to be placatory, Dotard Trumpery had to invite
Joshua Trump to the Slayer-Of-The-Union site.

Trumpery, standing on his rock-and-roll rostrum, spieled song and dance,
Trump, seated off his opposite nostrum, cast ahead no glance;
Trumpery, haranguing high, may presume to be contagious, 
Trump, lolling low, just continued to be contumacious;
Trumpery, in skittish stance, legs to prance, 
Trump, in stolid trance, his head askance;
Trumpery, right hot, opened his mouth to smear shutters with sputter soars,
Trump, left cold, shut his eyes lest they be crisscrossed by sordid sores.

Impersonating Trump, Trumpery violated Trump's right of name;
Impugned due to Trumpery,Trumpp suffered long dark campus time.
  trumpery blatherskite.

Law Is a Comic Relief

LAW IS A COMIC RELIEF

Law is a comic relief
Subtlety amidst ardent belief.

Draconian legislation
That still wriggles out an exception.

Pitiless killer
Yet cleverest healer. 

Law is a comic relief
Deus ex machina  to its own mischief.

Creator of extreme offences
That yet allows supreme defences.

Coercive jailer for life
That still gives freedom for a good strife.

If...
Insanity may be antidote for committing homicide
And intoxication could be a nostrum for patricide
And provocation may be a corrective for matricide
And necessity is a curative for avunculicide
And self-defence is a rectifier for uxoricide
And automatism is a shield for regicide
And necessity is a panacea for sororicide
And fair comment is a cure for famacide
Then Law is just nothing but a comic relief.

--Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
   Copyright 2017

Our Ocean

Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play.
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty
and fish nibbles on cadavers of those who tried to cross
the sea to escape the lunacy we created in Libya.

A president short of stature but with inflated ego plus
philosopher idiot, two men were responsible this disaster
of a war just to get rid of a dictator one of them had lent
money of the other who should not be left out of his confine
of academia, he should have in hidden in a university writing
books only historians take a passing interest in.

As it is the impossible vain man get feted, all because he is
an intellectual and wears a velvet jacket and clean collars.
My old Mafia friend Thomas the knife, has invited me to
Augusta, I will go there but not swim the hazy sea, but we
will eat langouste, drink child wine and talk about the days
when philosophers and presidents left us alone to kill only
when needed and never the innocent.

My Venus Died

I.

The night hangs heavy in this room.
Only dead-folk live here now,
Except me: my eye-fires burn - 
Angers, regrets, remorses turn

Lazy circles, dancing silent
In bodies of these dead-folk
They have stolen.  What right have they?
I – I bid them go; they stay.

II.

There’s nothing for it, nothing for
This illness – no nostrum, potion, nor salve,
Magic nor science – all in vain.
Shall anything heal this heart-made blain?

Yet who is ill?  Not I – it’s them!
These dancing bodies – no part of me.
Not even mine.  “I divorce thee! - 
Ah, ah, it’s no use – impotent fury.

Am I mad?  A moonbeam splashes
Across the sill, vaguely lighting
My room, in which I am alone.

III.

‘Tis the curse of the godless age:
My Venus lies dead, impaled
On my floor, washed in moon-light.
The dead-folk speared her, then took flight.

We shared the moon-lit solitude,
My dead Venus and I, her wound
Yet fresh and bleeding.  The silver spear
Pierced her heart.  I draw her near.

Night-terrors must I face again.
Alone now.
Alas – how?

Mare Nostrum

Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
 the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play. 
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty 
and fish nibbles on cadavers of those who tried to cross 
the sea to escape the lunacy we created in Libya. 

A president short of stature but with inflated ego plus 
philosopher idiot, two men were responsible this disaster 
of a war just to get rid of a dictator one of them had lent 
money of the other who should not be left out of his confine 
of academia, he should have in hidden in a university writing 
books only historians take a passing interest in.

As it is the impossible vain man get feted, all because he is 
an intellectual and wears a velvet jacket and clean collars.
My old Mafia friend Thomas the knife, has invited me to 
Augusta, I will go there but not swim the hazy sea, but we 
will eat langouste, drink child wine and talk about the days
when philosophers and presidents left us alone to kill only 
when needed and never the innocent.

While Shooting For Some Spooks

So he loaded up the fossil fuel and they moved to Beverly
Hills that is, Hollywood, movie stars ? Afore their golden years...
Her Queen of Buckingham Palace sent for Shakespeare as to enquire
His nether worlds nouveau riche nostrum Prince, Nightingale Night Blindness
If their Fab Four would be accompanying King Abbooboo to the Jim Crow festival during
Astarte's, William the Conqueror's, Normandy of Christopher Columbus', avant-garde days ?
Signant his reply carried past the Black Hills of Dunderhead Falls; via Her Whites Templer Thee, Search'light.

Dying Everyday

Sickness spreads into my head
My Bones are thus infected
Nostrum is the only thread
Which keeps my life connected

Though I’ve wandered, I am not lost
Perhaps I’m just misplaced
My Ills begotten, merely forgotten
And yet I’m not erased

Nelson Mandela

NELSON MANDELA


N-National 
E-Endearing    
L-Leader,     
S-Society’s 
O-Optimum  
N-Nostrum 
 

M-Mythical  
A-Apostolic 
N-Negotiator, 
D-Divinity’s
E-Emissary,
L-Liberty’s 
A-Apotheosis!   


© Demetrios Trifiatis
 07 DECEMBER 2013


GREAT MEN NEVER DIE!

Dem. Trifiatis

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