"A Rose, By Any Other Name."

[goldenrod]

As time, into distance
slow recedes,
we explore new words,
to express our needs.

Others, reborn, just
change their guise,
take on new meanings,
to our surprise!

Shorn of past
antique outerwear
they arise fresh garbed,
with a more pleasing, modern flair.

Thus, through renewal,
it is realised,
that our treasured language,
is still alive!


Tis when all words, for us,
have their meanings shed,
We find our tongue,
consorting, with the dead!

Speech, transformed,
will ever richer grow,
the old, as new,
giving stronger seeds to sow.

From the poet,
more vibrant verse to flow...

goldenrod.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm not mad about rhyming verse which so often comes to read like doggerel but I do like your point of view.

[goldenrod]

Thanks for reading it. I don't always use rhyme, as per the following:

"The Alien"

They deemed him mad,
his speech glottal
and unintelligible,
eyes blank,
with a long faraway stare,
the pupils
a peculiar yellow,
with an unsettling sheen,
and, to their discomfort,
he had two extra teeth.

But, in all other aspects,
a man.

He was not treated
too unkindly.
They did not understand him,
therefore, they were afraid.

At first,
he refused to eat,
but then,
like all men,
he hungered,
and deigned to partake
of a little coarse bread,
and, when his parched lips,
sored over,
painfully sipped-in,
clear well-water.

Locked in a plain
stone room,
spartan in its simplicity
he survived for
two months and five days.

Refused burial
by the local parish priest,
he lay in a field,
no headstone.

As the years past,
his burial site
and his prior existence...

Forgotten.

goldenrod.

[Pendragon]

Wow! Both of these poems are winners! :) Encore!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thanks for reading it. I don't always use rhyme, as per the following:

"The Alien"

They deemed him mad,
his speech glottal
and unintelligible,
eyes blank,
with a long faraway stare,
the pupils
a peculiar yellow,
with an unsettling sheen,
and, to their discomfort,
he had two extra teeth.

But, in all other aspects,
a man.

He was not treated
too unkindly.
They did not understand him,
therefore, they were afraid.

At first,
he refused to eat,
but then,
like all men,
he hungered,
and deigned to partake
of a little coarse bread,
and, when his parched lips,
sored over,
painfully sipped-in,
clear well-water.

Locked in a plain
stone room,
spartan in its simplicity
he survived for
two months and five days.

Refused burial
by the local parish priest,
he lay in a field,
no headstone.

As the years past,
his burial site
and his prior existence...

Forgotten.

goldenrod.

This one is somewhat strange to me, so literal and impassive.

[goldenrod]

(Pendragon)

Enthusiasm like that I can bathe in all day:)


goldenrod.

[goldenrod]

(Prince Myshkin)

Just the atmosphere I wished to convey. An episode of uncertain import, lost in time, due to the rules and mores of the period and place.

goldenrod.

[Beautifull]

Thanks for reading it. I don't always use rhyme, as per the following:

"The Alien"

They deemed him mad,
his speech glottal
and unintelligible,
eyes blank,
with a long faraway stare,
the pupils
a peculiar yellow,
with an unsettling sheen,
and, to their discomfort,
he had two extra teeth.

But, in all other aspects,
a man.

He was not treated
too unkindly.
They did not understand him,
therefore, they were afraid.

At first,
he refused to eat,
but then,
like all men,
he hungered,
and deigned to partake
of a little coarse bread,
and, when his parched lips,
sored over,
painfully sipped-in,
clear well-water.

Locked in a plain
stone room,
spartan in its simplicity
he survived for
two months and five days.

Refused burial
by the local parish priest,
he lay in a field,
no headstone.

As the years past,
his burial site
and his prior existence...

Forgotten.

goldenrod.

have you read Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Series?

[ampoule]

I liked both of these.

[goldenrod]

(Beautifull)

No, I am *afraid* I have not...what prompted that question might I ask?...just curious.


goldenrod.

[goldenrod]

(ampoule)

I write things as they come into my head, sometimes they are complete. sometimes just a phrase...then I have to put my mind to work. I have many phrases tucked away waiting...I guess I am essentially lazy!:(


goldenrod.