Short Nomenclature Poems

The greatest orchestrations of Life comes evolves through Ages of Wisdom....

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Ogden Nash begets the Nasher
Humored couplets somewhat brasher

Seems these rhymes are wrenched in nature
Clenched, this nomenclature impure

Odd end Ogden, gnashing nashers,
Hence the wincing grimace assures...

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Its a fanfare day
feed into my dream
if you want to
all this love and nomenclature
is just a trying zone

I sit with our lives
preen shelter
our days will be blowing
pear nosed

we are unwinding
we are all traveling parallel lines
into the twilight zone



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To say you would unblock someone if they can be civil
is a crock of BS that I'd categorize as narcissistic drivel.
It's just another veiled shovel full, meant as a dig
but it's quite clear that some people don't give a fig!

Oh, the impudence of one who has an arrogant nature.
The petulance of one without disciplined nomenclature.
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My most beautiful nomenclature,
An aldehyde of esteric fragrance,
Roses know I give better pleasure, but...
...You are no doubt better than red roses;
Indeed, your presence is catalytic,
Like electrons, you complete my valency;
Optically, you've made me feel isomeric;
Van der Waals could never dare compare...
...Ethane to someone as aromatic as
YOU....

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When I look in your eyes I see a beaut,
The aspect of your love is unexceeded.
I'd give entirely everything in the cosmos,
For you?, how I feel is illimitable.

The nomenclature of our kinship is unlike others,
Sadness hates our happiness...ignoble hoi polloi.
Maybe a baby one day can join our 2's company,
To make a long story short..............I love you....

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'tis human nature
to produce nomenclature
minute to major
fake, real or fantastic
words may become elastic

whether read or heard
may be more meaning to words
than felt afterwards
sometimes used as descriptions
or grease to prevent friction

Truth shall ever be
key part of reality
there for all to see
despite interpretation
existence's solid foundation...

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In my room with its broken door
is a vast array of U3A nomenclature
Admitting ones age is a drag
A vast collection of antique SLR'S stands
Just needing the servicing of fandango light
Use it or lose it, the idiom goes

A coach trip awaits
were I could make a friend
to share my interests
like J'aime Francais
and Lloyds Park walks
almost being half a centurion Croydonite...

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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....

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what they did insist
must add them to a longlist
those they call racist's

would not let him in
lonely little men had been
from knee came some skin

a nomenclature
does exist in all nature
pretty when mature

had heard sound of train
had looked through my window pane
saw small deer in rain

would hear whippoorwill
which was always such a thrill
nighty had a slight chill...

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So I used incorrect terminology.
Are you saying that is not proper vocabulary?
I was not accustomed to such occupational nomenclature.
I used the term “nail job” instead of “manicure”.
My question was followed by cacophonous laughter.
“Typical man” was the verbal response that came after.
Well, in all of my journeys and trails,
I usually don’t have work done on my nails.
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There's a question
and what it wants to know,
your name and nomenclature

Are you weighty
have you settled down ?
Pure  inquisiveness

Have you a jam jar of wild nettles
or wild thyme,
and have you cherished your loved ones 

Someone's waiting to be heard
and to be answered evermore
like a carder of wool
combed for truth
ruminating on my hill
ever aware of the possibilities...

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Hidden moments
Speckled in between
Consciousness and duty
Off the grid
To breathe, portray
The faceless stranger
At times, communal
Our boisterous philosophy
Our synchronous sipping
Our huddled masses
Frearning to be yee
Like today
Like now
The sweet-baby 40s melody
Caressing my better nature
Confessing my nomenclature
And no one can see
And no one allowed
But me.

(5/17/12)...

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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)....

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Today it seems to be about others rights.
Our minds have set out for certain fights.
Listen, I never want to intrude on you.
Everyone has rights, this is indeed true.
Reality, we cannot meet every ones desires.
After all some ones rights will be lost in fires.
Now and again we have to give into nature.
Creating acceptance for certain nomenclature,
Even we need to tolerate, our fellow human creature....

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There is a change
that is revolutionary
and almost normal
but marked
in experiences
if it is a colour
it might have been
named 
as a kind of nomenclature
and if it is a sound
it might have been
heard yesterday
today and now of course,
and if it is an establishment
it might have been
taught in schools
as a kind of knowledge
of course, though common
I think there is a
slight difference through....

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Whispering Wings
Playing heartstrings,
Bringing hope,
Like antelope
Playing on the savannah.

The goddess Diana,
Keeper of nature,
Directs Ursa Major
The great bear
To keep us from despair.

The comfort of nature
Has its own nomenclature,
Like the air we breathe it in,
It dwells our skin
Our hearts, our being.


For: Whispering Wings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
01/11/2022...

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Skies are sort of like people:
One can label them with the 
same general nomenclature;
describe them all using basic, 
prime colors while overlooking 
the subtle hues of imagination--

I have always been more attracted
by what was just around the corner,
nearly in sight—like silk clinging
to a woman’s body, seeming naked
yet underexposed. Too often we
reveal more than is necessary--
way too much for anyone to keep
caring…....

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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...

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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...

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While talking of verbs,
you become a noun, rigid name.
Exploding like a bromine mix.
A stinking salt.

A fish like whiff. Spirulina.
Entangles you in  
filamentous grip. The 
lady becomes a giant fish.

The fun of throwing a 
curse. You want to change the
nomenclature. Of the sea.
It is now an extinct brine.

You are sinking amids?
shells. Hollow inside. No
thoughts. No movement.
A green vision only, blinking at night.


Satish Verma...

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Music has a special taste
feelings lost in sound
Touching heard across the room 
vision by the pound

References left unto themselves
choir boys in tune
Trading what they never had
tribute to the loon

One last chance to make the grade
masks come flying off
Darwin leaving Born in chains
climbing through the moss

Menageries have come and gone
kaleidoscopes diffused
Nomenclature chameleons
—confounded and bemused

(The New Room: January, 2023)...

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I once was a member of the "Steampunk Empire" social website
My character was named, Wee Luck McGee as I wrote this for my friends

I dress all in green
Like the hills of Goleen
With top hat I wear on my head
I've always like steam
In a long steady stream
As I dream of it lying in bed

So I gave up me nature
For a new nomenclature 
And traded me gold, for some brass
So with copper and leather
And occasional feather
I've become a Steampunker at last...

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Rohit Panse, as the name suggests,

Personifies him as a boy.



Since childhood he was a day-dreamer,

And is a symbol of perfect human figure.



Though he has a mouth to speak,

I have hardly seen him ever tweet.



He is silent and shy by nature,

Which couldn't describe his nomenclature.



He is fun-loving and has a comic sattire,

With smile as one of his most beautiful attire.



It is lucky to have a friend like him,

B'coz no one in Pallotti is like him....

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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...

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