Fun With Words

Northern Interjection

Boron

Carbon
not quite failing
2.71828
Fluorine
Gangster
Hydrogen
Iodine
Hangs out with Silent Bob
Potassium
50
Judi Dench role
Nitrogen
Oxygen

Phosphorus

Born on Continuum

Children under 17 require accompanying parent or guardian

Sulfur

AT&T

Uranium

Vanadium

Tungsten

Mark’s the Spot

Yttrium

Zeta

Little game, pretty simple really.  See how quickly you can figure it out.  There are some simple clues/giveaways within. The only clue I'll provide:  If you find yourself stumped for any reason, sometimes it's best to remove your eyes from the individual and to assess the problem as a whole.

The Ghosts of Past Lives

Like footfalls and hammocks

And snails and cured salmon,

The hoof, then the roe flits undertow,

To the peen of the hammer’s red, red ends

Old gypsum and christening

The newest glad tiding to

Bestow, ill-flavored pathways

Marked by delicately placate hues

Fairy dust and prawn shells

And magicians in stairwells,

That knew the words,

 Yet to stain the cellar’s dwelt

Chamois and lilies

So softly knitted, giddily we

Sip, upon cola and sloe gin, fizziest

When beside tall grass and silted sand

                                    Where a tomorrow’s yet been dealt

                                                      And a future’s yet to dry

A presence can be present, even for the ghosts of our past lives

Number of the Beast (Heart/Spirit/Art)

It's another Tuesday, and we all know what that means?  Yep, it's Open Link Night over at  D'Verse, stop on by for some amazing  artistry by all the great poets that submit their work.  And while you're there, share  one of your own.  It's a great time for anyone who likes to write or read poetry.

Moonstones rubbed for inspiration

Platonic solids textures make

As ideation coincides

With the golden section of                               your mind

Creator

Intellect

Soul

One

Two

Three

Silence escapes a nervous void

With a mesmerizing tonal gaze,

Each vowel bends in me,

An enshrinement of consonancy

Before the hallowed harp doth play

I’m hearing sounds of primacy,  

 Voicing visions debasing me, of all I believed I knew.

It’s as if she’d been granted a gifted tongue—

To speak the words of Malachim

Four

Five

Six

Shifting shapes of angles blend to form

As matter, elements and bodies mix

As conversation eclipses time

Mudras vast beset my eyes

As winter nears

For the first in many years

It does appear

That Demeter, before her trip

Made preparations for

Nourishment

7, 8, 9

The universe and its qualities,

The constituents of the world

Knowing what I do know now

The Decad is the first number to need a second part

Ten.  Fingers-Thumbs.

…and so spins the wheel

When you’re near

I feel the meaning of

All the gifts of touch

Provided by

 Tetraktys

With love.

Harts, Phonographs and Shorthand

BEGIN RHYME:

As ink lay freshest, it overtly shawls the drag:

         Mental ambiguity, of salted sine

         Burgeon whisp-(ring)

         Internal

         Painting non-descript

         Painted sound

         En route to heart

         Blessed by hand

A Hart, in a wooded field of straw-lined structure, ravaged from a careless sleeper, softening the bark, distracting the weed.  Scared,

Directionless…

Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do

An alembic of blinking utopia, blanketed in swain, affixes sleeves, in adjectival fashionable phonography.

         Relaxing the spine. Seconds

         Longer than the first

         Enjoying freedom

         Forever how long it hurts. 

  END RHYME.