Girl, how many ashes of baked pictures have
fought the scars you brew from affaire d'honneur
[our routinely arguments]?
Your sister heart fought the noisy lust
the untamed night hone on her shoulder
as she collect the dishes of mockery
& smashes it towards the fireman
that paints the tragedies of conflict.
Girl, when i missed you
I chew memories of you
wreath with enough rancour
that never made it into the pages of your heart;
the goldberg of my sublime tears.
Girl, will you stagger into my dream
& ruin the grief that wake before me
when I'm drunk with my favourite beer
the chatter of 'i miss you?'
These guilty pleasure are taking hold of us
our children will be weeping from the future
with lyrics garnish to blare my ears.
Do the ever get to you
through the touch of the winds
knowing truly that we were wrong?
[Hold/h??ld; transitive verb]
Categories:
transitive, break up, emotions, heartbroken,
Form: Blank verse
As you read this poem, I’m mentally undressing you.
Word by word your protests drop to the floor.
Syllable by syllable I pare you down to honest flesh.
Utterance by utterance, your secrets are revealed
Until you’re nude, standing before me
Natural and unembellished, so you can truly appreciate
The intense sincerity of my words.
Then I’ll softly stroke your personal pronouns
And delicately fondle all your feminine articles.
I’ll take a most teasing interest in your superlative adjectives.
And for your pleasure, I’ll lovingly coordinate your conjunctions.
My linguistic interlocution will then slowly, slowly, slowly
Coax your previously in-transitive verbs to thrill
To multiple, unutterably intense and delicious
Spasms of orgasmic literary ecstasy!!!
And that’s just the table of contents.
P.S. Always practice safe text.
Categories:
transitive, allegory, sensual, word play,
Form: Blank verse
Relished thoughts
remain in cheerful hearts
not ridden by storms;
they protect them always
be it pain, or be it joy:
then, can spring signify life
in some inconceivable aspect
and promises excitement
for all and each one,
not walking the extra mile
and trip on stones that annoy?
Ah, avoiding strides accomplishes none!
Do false lovers deceive
and take what's not theirs?
Do their empty promises
bring delusion or allusion...
when hastiness aggrieves
and they think it's transitive
to meditate on a substitution?
Unpleasant thoughts darken the mind,
they spread a veil of opaque certainty
across the eyes that can't see with clarity...
that one needs to achieve something grand
by discerning that spring signifies life in some inconceivable aspect,
who can assert that all seasons are unchangeable and perfect?
Categories:
transitive, anxiety, appreciation, conflict, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
Median and Eucledian
Sometimes when I will start to swerve;
Can avoid car when going around a curve;
There also is a mode, mean and a median
And curves in geometry they call Euclidian.
When I had added much more starch
I eventually straightened out the arch
And then I exhibited a triumphant mode
When I did understand each decimal code.
What if I brought together and integrated,
Would the opposing view be segregated?
To build myself up did tare them all down;
Assigned each one to a certain part of town.
If I will study more and myself do educate
Brilliance with my mind will begin to mate;
Was verb either transitive or intransitive,
You used to explain way you would live.
Jim Horn
Categories:
transitive, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
We'll start from the beginning
A little bit of Ah and Awe
Sound out the consequential consonants
Speak low? Speak up!
Don't forget to roll your R's!
First verbs in present tension
Know your diphthongs and declensions
Vocabulary, adjectives, et, ad nauseam
That doesn't sound right
Did you forget to roll your R's?
Soon we practice in the forum
Painting words with such decorum
Past to present, transitive to direct objects
I object to this torture
Now don't forget to roll your R's..
Are we fluent yet? What?
No you can't give up on the Ovid just yet!
This is ridiculous, why not take Spanish instead of her mother
Good thing you can roll your R's
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This might not fall under Didactic...but I wasn't entirely sure. I'm not an expert.
This is kinda how I feel while taking Latin lessons.
Categories:
transitive, language, silly,
Form: Didactic
The day ends in soft sunset as it turns to twilight
The moon’s visage shines at night
Illuminating the scene with its mysterious almost eerie blue light
Cotton candy childhoods’ delight
Is sold by the store
During the day above it birds will soar
Children and adults alike cotton candy adore
It’s strange look for a candy that taste buds will explore
The lantern splashes its light on the window glass
Frost makes bizarre shapes on that glass
When light touches the frost shapes on the glass
It creates a rainbow of soft but vibrant colors that nothing can surpass
The cotton candy makes good metaphor
Representing surreal starship in untraceable soul that is what sugar is for
This is reflection of greater force which growing in true expanse to heavens will soar
As base for imagination not needing base this will score
And as creating the imagination the making of cotton from sugar is good metaphor
Adequate comparison to transitive necropotic energy flavor added to cotton candy is
And spinning sugar forming the candy is euphemism for space abyss
And just like eating cotton candy reflects childhood bliss
The real bliss cotton candy just reflects this theory of everything is
Categories:
transitive, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I never meant to be a Professor,
to keep records,
to rank,
to judge,
to preen.
A crow among peacocks,
I record your scores,
pretending they measure your skills.
I rank you among your peers,
Dutifuly quantifying your humanity.
I judge you by assigning a mark
That emerges from the ethers.
And yes, I peacock.
Peacock is a verb, a transitive one.
Creusa, the object of Medea's scorn,
peacocked her proto consumer lust
just before she succumbed to the higher order
of fire and air and blood and bile.
I never planned to display my gaudy feathers before a captive audience.
Pursuing Medea, Jason's royal trinkets led me astray.
Categories:
transitive, education, on work and
Form: Free verse
Amen - Ra is the God that my Egyptian zodiac says I am born under.
I took interest in the Egyptian zodiac for two reasons;
first because of the name Amen, and second because it predates the others by thousands of
years.
Some faiths end their prayers by saying Amen, not aware of the fact that they are giving praise
to the God Amen-Ra.
In his right hand he is holding the symbol of life, and in his left a scepter.
He is the lord of the thrones, bringer of light, and life.
Sometimes he’s seen holding the khepesh war knife, in his right hand, and
depicted with the head of a hawk, as he takes on many forms.
I can relate to this because I’ve taken on these different forms myself;
sometimes a lover, sometimes a fighter, and always watching like a hawk.
As much as we’d like a world without Seth, there will always be somebody
who will mistake our kindness for being weak.
So stay strong, bring light, bring life, bring the good fight, and keep hawking.
Amen
hawking: taken from american slang
verb - transitive
•to look at, watch, stare, or eye. From the bird, hawk.
Quit hawking' me!
Categories:
transitive, visionarygod, god,
Form: Lyric
The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind,
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!
And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!
The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of " Nessun Dorma "...
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost;
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it and remember my work...
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive!
Categories:
transitive, hope, inspirational, music, nature,
Form: Narrative