Good morning is not a versatile term of greeting.
It shouldn't be required to speak.
It's a terminology to keep you mourning
every day of the week.
It comes from sadness that would leave you with no worth,
the amount of babies being taken away after a mother gives birth.
No happiness to enjoy, just a solid fortitude.
You wake up to a "Good Mourning," the master being so rude.
They took away our powerful terminology, but it's not surprising.
We must get our power back by saying "Grand Rising."
So remember this and remember it well:
Words have spelling power; they can create spells.
The Fast Frigate Regatta on the Patuxent River" The Novel Idea"
is spoken to inspire the formation of a Organization to do so.
From idea to commandment the Work-to-do into a Work-in-process
could create a new sporting event
that could bring travelers and revenue to our area.
This is an idea to be welcomed by many-many river
loving people. The Culture of watermen is know thing new
to this area. A Provincial Council decree in 1678 mentioned Ferry
Operations here: and don't forget The modern naval station
located at the river's mouth was constructed between 1942–1943.
We have a long history here in the Patuxent River Valley and River.
World Class Competition that is aimed at showcasing the competitive edge
of River Racing. Terms and Terminology often associated with River Racing Includes.
concepts like technical, high-speed maneuvers on moving water. Other terms include phrases like,
whitewater disciplines.Feathering,Luff, Luffing etc. etc.
crucial for generating revenue and competitive advantage.
or non-physical assets that lack physical form.
Terminology metamorphosizes,
the chrysalis is forgotten in the butterfly,
likewise, in times so ancient
that a cultural amnesia had
thrown its opaque cloak across
original meaning,
names have become misplaced
upon an ever-shifting scrabble board.
So it is, with demons and imps,
once both were considered to be
the perfect fauna of human character.
My demon is quite a charming sprite,
in Spring it jumps over itself
transforming into a mischievous imp,
it often warbles from a cherub's throat
while genius (that other face of a demon),
sings lustily from every songbird’s gaping mouth,
both recall a time when we all sailed together
above the celestial wavelets
of an angelic womb.
Then there are those supplementary divinities
that guard our various talents
nymphs that slumber within the soul of mankind
until one fresh sunrise
truth awakens them to flight,
then all at once
they change their many names
to - You. and Yours.
An etymologist…(from an article I happened to see)
is a person who studies words…their origin and their history.
This particular article…(I am happy relate)
mentioned in the English language there are more words that describe love
than there are that describe hate.
The article did acknowledged that throughout our language’s history
both love and hate have had a wide range of terminology.
But here’s something to keep in mind…
(something this article was positive of…)
in our language there are more subtleties, more complexities…
and more nuances to love.
Because it has more subtleties, more complexities and more nuances…
(if you’ve listened I’m sure you’ve heard)
love can be expressed with a greater variety of words.
And it’s comforting to know…(this news I am also happy to relate)
love has been in our vocabulary for a much longer time…than hate.
As I was reading this article….this thought occurred to me…
Something it doesn’t take an etymologist to see:
To begin to make our world a happier more joyous place…
one everyone can adore
we should be using words of hate a little less…
and words of love…a whole lot more.
Inordinate
Construction terminology limits interaction and
Obstinate theory considered heating
Cursory exam investigates
Finance
While article confides in history
Another letters still
Placement of interaction causes excess time?
Employees are not in a large building
Only resolved in exposure to smaller liens
Stocks and Bonds are Complexity
Terminology:
Crystal booths in a nocturnal snow.
significant downpours of shedding stars.
This said, feel free to scatter, scrabble or mash.
Words are fungible,
many still believe that poetics
do indeed belong to the fungi family,
though some have been classified
as many-limbed Triffids
of the squishy kind.
Now throw moondust at the reader's eyes:
Obscurity is essential, however, first create a window
that opens to reflect the thrower.
Rain down upon the moondust until mud takes shape.
There are no words for this process,
so, make some up.
Flourish:
Without a final flourish the poet is left with a turgid puddle
avoid turgidity at all costs, especially puddles.
Sprays of celebratory tinsel
or globs of gore are always effective.
Reaching for the stars with a palsied hand
will jerk tears out of a slab of concrete
eventually.
Swiftly leave the space you are now occupying,
other's will be impatiently waiting to craft their next masterpiece.
Silent One cool art
International poet
Lasting very tall
Elegant writes and poems
Northerly very bright star
Original kind
Nimble night so shining star
Enjoyable man
Acrostic Tanka & Senryu, in Andrea Dietrich terminology.
I want to kill my classmates she told me.
You don’t mean that, I said.
She shakes her head up and down. I would love it if they were slaughtered.
I am surprised, she is an innocent looking six-year-old.
You probably are just upset today with someone I suggested.
I am upset with them all, she said. I want them butchered.
Her vocabulary astounds me; she is not your usual first grader.
Let’s just make friends with them, I suggest. Let’s slay them, she replies.
I discover later that she plays violent video games nights and weekends.
Such violence she has heard in these games. Games for much older people.
I am not sure I am old enough to play these games, and I am seventy-one.
Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze
A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid
Laden with clover and blades of green grass
To catch a bumblebee, shear delight for a kid
Observing him carefully through the transparent glass
Like little scientists we named differing species
Terminology I can still recall to this day
What a pleasure it is to remember these
Adventure along the hills was our kind of play
It saddens me today to see young minds so numbed
Lush fields of green devoured and disappeared
To technology, children have now succumbed
Our beautiful world has been commandeered
Whilst walking upon a small meadow of green
I spotted a young boy with a glass jar in his hand
My eyes were aghast at what I’d just seen
It seems there’s still hope upon the land
I watched from afar as he examined his catch closely
Suddenly releasing him and away he did fly
With a loving smile, the boy waved him off joyfully
As I meandered off into the distance, wiping a tear from my eye
Stuck in a world of filtered words,
groomed to embrace this terminology;
Symbols and acronyms;
Where does that leave a wild wordsmith ?
Gazing at shallow eroded shores
under stars no one can really see
longing for the deepest of waters;
Bottom of the surface touch,
always it seems just out of reach
Black and white butterfly
in a world of colorful lines;
Filtered words aren’t enough when
I see the write within the silence,
surrounded by so many hollow expressions;
Reality dissolves when the thoughts
blur into something easy to swallow;
Bottom of the surface touch,
always it seems just out of reach.
The ship in the harbor is sailing
with a blue flag aloft;
returned from a season of trading,
its crew is in sorrow for the captain has crossed
from this life into the great unveiling
at God's golden shore.
Note: If you are sad and describe yourself as "feeling blue," you are using a phrase coined from a custom among many old deepwater sailing ships. If the ship lost the captain or any of the officers during its voyage, she would fly blue flags and have a blue band painted along her entire hull when returning to home port. (Origins of Naval Terminology)
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Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
Hard to fathom the logic of
the following
How in sporting terminology
even the great Tiger Woods
in his pomp and prime employed
the service of a swing coach
with not a single major title to
his name
And Jose football's special one manager never even played professionally himself
As neither is any so called expert
critic in any of the field of art be
that film , poetry , painting , sculpture
or photography
Because surely if in reality
they we're any good at all
in there field of expertise
they would be competing not
teaching or passing comment
So given that Tiger Woods has
20+ plus majors and is considered
to be the greatest golfer to ever play
the game
Then why on earth would he need
to employ the service or be willing
to listen to the opinion of a coach
without a single major title to his
name
Likewise why should or would any credible artist or come to that fact member of the general public value
the critical opinion of someone or anyone
With in essence no more clue than
you or i yet given a platform to
indoctrinate other's
The child was getting tired of being teased
Words flowed from her brother's mouth unfiltered
Had he more vocabulary he'd spew.
She didn't care on that morning if she pleased
She went to the icebox unbewildered
milk threw
We all stood in shock, except her brother
Drenched to the degree of being drowned, whew!
But equal to his cruel out of kilter
words. He's thinking there's ways other to
stir stew
Here in the south sometimes we say of a person that they are stirrer of trouble and we used some different terminology(vocabulary) sometimes.
I used icebox instead because refrigerator would not fit, so going back to my youth when some people still had an icebox.
My understanding of this form is 11 lines. Ten syllables per line except for the 6th line and the 11th line which are suppose to be two one syllable words or a one two syllable word which both syllables are pronounced equally. Really don't understand stressed and unstressed. LOL
Rhyme scheme is : a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
it is better
that i am
the man
instead
of you
being
the
bearded lady though
it was exclaimed in
one of Chaucer's
Canterbury tale's
pilgrimages
in which a certain
Miller tells albeit
a drunken tale
but he does
give fair
warning to the
weak of heart
the nobility of
drunkenness
and so winds
or breaks
wind it as if
from his
bottom
to find
that
her ****
was his
and then
asks was
that the
beard
of a her
or a him
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