To honor Peter Mark Roget,
Whose birthday would have been today,
This date, each year, is set aside,
For his Thesaurus helps to guide,
Or lead, all those who opt, or choose,
To write, or pen, our thoughts or views.
My old Thesaurus, worn and frayed,
I’m sure (or certain) raised a grade
When an instructor did require
(Like every teacher who’d inspire)
Papers which, when all complete,
Did not have words that did repeat.
At minimum, or very least,
A synonym adds to the feast
Of parts of speech which we might know
To help vocabulary grow.
So thanks, Roget, for time you took;
I’m grateful for your word-filled book.
To me, it’s awesome, smashing, great,
Fantastic, glorious, first-rate,
Magnificent, divine, superb
(For adjective or noun or verb),
Amazing, super and sublime
And so much more that doesn’t rhyme!
Categories:
roget, words,
Form: Rhyme
Thank heavens for Mr. Roget
I need him almost every day
I would not know what to say
Without my friend Mr. Roget!
written October 10, 2021
Categories:
roget, humorous, writing,
Form: Light Verse
Some folks say I am quite good with words,
But, I hesitate to believe what they say
Should I have hired on with Merriam-Webster?
Or better still, taken a job with Roget?
People who do not particularly like me
Have said that I am quite arrogant,
But the truth is, I would rather think,
That I am exceptionally self-confident!
I try my best to do the right thing,
As I see it, in every situation
But making choices can be very difficult
When they cause me more aggravation.
I get awfully annoyed when folks are late
Why can’t they start out a little earlier?
The longer they tarry, the more PO’d I get,
And, they wonder why I am so much surlier!
Some folks say creative people are sensitive
Even tip-toeing around not to hurt feelings
But everyone is different, as I see it,
Some like the apple, some like the peelings.
Written April 6, 2021
Categories:
roget, humorous, self,
Form: Quatrain
It was so long ago, the camera in my heart,
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well
dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly
French, to which it was a joy to go and to
celebrate in.
A lover of Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour was I!
Their soulful music made my soul fly, sky high!
Each holiday with only the French I joyfully spent.
I was adopted as one of them!
Granted, bars can be gross and rowdy,but
Le Montmartre had love and class, I recall with a
splendid sigh.
If only my hand could reach back in time~but
it cannot.
Without my French friends, the hills of San Francisco,
my heart is both lonely and rent.
I heard the French are heartless people.
This just is not so, I tell you from three years spent
with them..I want to shout it from the steeple!
September 25, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Categories:
roget, french,
Form: I do not know?