Short Archaic Poems
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Bankers daughter Jean Ingelow
Tennyson &Browning she got to know
Her novels were very telling
but her poesy had archaic spelling
felicitate
verb fih-LISS-uh-tayt
1 archaic : to make happy
2 a : to consider happy or fortunate
b : to offer congratulations to
In the Middle Ages, people ate
food with wooden spoons of weird shape;
it may seem archaic
in ages less artistic...
an idea we still imitate.
There once was a sister most prosaic
Who's love for her kin was most archaic
She turned a blind eye
To horrible lie after lie
And ignored her sibling's mind of mosaic
inviting
enticing
decorative
seemingly...
featureless
and strange
archaic
petrified
in silhouette
And yet
....resonant..
alive
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
old bookshelves dwindle
one page holds all ~ big swindle
new hardback kindle
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Syllable counter PS 5/7/5
OLD
antiquated, archaic
endearing, aging, lingering
antique, vintage; juvenile, childhood
invigorating, refreshing, redoing
neonate, novel
NEW
written December 26, 2021
Rhyme Master
Should I hearken or heed
From bondage I’ll be freed
For, Beat, Rhyme and Song
To Angels they belong!
**Dedicated to Just That Archaic Poet for his unending pursuit of Rhythm!
11th Oct’ 2013
Quantum g-spot
Simultaneous revulsion
And primal mystic
Archaic groan
Unpredicable tectonic
Moaning through time
Creation spins itself
Reincarnation splatters across the waves
Fingering past time hopes
Groping for change
The bullets
will be there tomorrow
the endless sorrow
inescapable regret
that will linger, fade
reappear in the future
pure unspoiled poetry
twas an illusion
until the hipster decried
the archaic language
The bullets
will be there tomorrow
the endless sorrow
inescapable regret
that will linger, fade
reappear in the future
pure unspoiled poetry
twas an illusion
until the hipster decried
the archaic language
Losing track,
I ended up in an ancient cemetery.
Passing through rows of crumbling graves
stamped on sods and nettles strewn.
There I spotted,
a tomb bearing a name
of my ancestor, long forgotten
like an archaic script.
He claimed to be wise beyond measure, ancient and archaic.
Told me countless cliches like, "Life is what you make it!".
So I beat him senseless with his cane,
picking up his shattered remains,
and made from him the most beautiful mosaic.
There once was a poet from Passaic*
All his poems were rather prosaic --
He'd heard it worked nice
To throw in some spice --
~ 'Twas expired, now his penning's archaic
*Passaic is a town in the state of New Jersey (USA)
Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips
The seabreeze her velvet truth; archaic..
Wrapped warmly her breath, about my breast
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams...
Sliding sensually across my kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.
streams of thought continue to flow
as ideas endure archaic mindsets
forced silence speaks through the pen
the written word will rise to the occasion
and a Whip-poor-will chant its name endlessly
in enthusiastic appreciation from dusk to dawn
"So long as we live in the mutiny of archaic order, there will be no lack of dispensation to the sorts of liberty that's lost under it's rule of exploitation, soley designed, to enslave the benefactor of a free-thinking mind."
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Lifting her beautiful heart to my lips....
Their sea breeze her, velvet truth; archaic
Wrapped warmly my breath about her breast ?
A glistening matrix, silk of cream as beauty she dreams
Sliding sensually across poetic's kiss; drinking, love's pink champagne.
Form:
Another word for
Daybreak, everyday's best
Time to be happy
Look back on the old
Recalling the best moments
Of each newborn day
Ancient tongues dawning
Should be resurrected new
Anew modern words
http://www.old-engli.sh/dictionary.php
haiku chain
Wickedly wanton desires ? Burning deeply..
This love's lavender lit, lanterns; buried aneath
Her sea be joyful, crimson pleasures ? Bathing aside
Their shores soaked as sands; her beauty melting within....
Shameless hands his clock, timeless ? Sighs, then she screams.
Form:
Was the task difficult?
I do not know.
Would you say easy?
No.
What about reasonably difficult?
Maybe.
I sense hesitation. Can you put it in your own words?
Head shake ‘no’.
Why not?
Long sigh. What does task mean?
Task. Chore. Mission.
Three archaic words.
Heaven's surround beyond bound's
devour precious feelings found
in each and every one of us count
liturgies archaic literary sound
Saint Catherine's monastery crown
mysterious trees on sacred ground
heavy mountains impressively bind
th' presence of th' lord around
haiku ~ redwood
unfelled statuesque
accomplishing amour touch
archaic redwood
redwood, I was amazed at their shear size and extreme age
some of these living redwood trees are over 3000 years old
august 4, 2020
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solutions unfound
archaic unchanged condemns~
d
e c r e p i t fetid