1927 - Terminological Inexactutudes

 

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MLMM Monday Wordle #496
presents the following words for us to work with:

tome, words, come, think, read, change, because, tired, process, original, safe, gamble

Terminological Inexactitudes.

Tome?  Tome?  Really?

“Oh, I say!  This is a magnificent tome.

You really should immerse yourself in it”.

What a lot of pretentious twaddle.

Immerse myself? 

Come children, it’s bath tome!

What is wrong with ‘book’?  

And, come to think of it, is it read?

Or, for a change, does one peruse?

And does this tome contain words?

Or is it full of vernacularisms?

I need to know because I am tired

Of having to process everything 

Into some pompous folderol.

The original, common, words are clear,

Unambiguously safe and certain.

Why gamble on lexical ostentation?

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1926 - To Oblivion, I give a Toast

 

The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.

wallow tag find music swelling bell delirium spell pales knowing just senses

(Oops, the prompt word was swallow, I lost the s somewhere.  Not about to change anything now.)

Posted to Poets & Storytellers

To Oblivion, I Give a Toast.*

I love general anaesthetics!

You may find that odd,

Put it down to pre-op delirium,

But I am comfortable with that.

Just by knowing that I will shortly

Have one of the best sleeps

I will ever experience 

Thrills me,

Swelling my chest with anticipation.

True, there is the awkward issue

Of the reason for being there

But it pales beside a good sleep.

Wheeled in, tags on both wrists, to be safe,

Gentle music to soothe the senses,

A brief spell while they get ready,

But no time to wallow in the situation.

“Count backwards from one hundred”.

“One hundred.  Ninety…”

Nothing.

Then a bright room, with bells and beeps,

With attentive nurses asking “Can you hear me?”

Delivering tea, weaker than I ever was.

And an egg and lettuce sandwich.

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*Well, an egg and lettuce sandwich, if the truth be known.

1925 - Ambush

 

The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece. 

casualties phase profit drop folly cold hungry dawn complicit evil stream reckoning

Ambush

"An army marches on its stomach" 

– Napoleon (attr.)

Battalions.  Invaders.

Marching side by side.

Tramping through the night,

Into neighbouring lands,

Bringing a reckoning.

There will be casualties, of course,

How could there not be?

No military operation

Can be without them.

Which only magnifies the folly.

The strategy is to profit 

From the maneuvers—

And so they march, side by side,

Streaming into new territory.

The residents are not complicit,

They are unwilling victims

In an unequal battle.

The invaders are greedy, not evil,

Just hungry for the spoils…

In the cold, crisp light

Of the breaking dawn

The lettuce seedlings

Will be no more.

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Also posted to dVerse Poet's Open Night.

1924 - Open the Other End

 

MLMM Monday Wordle #494
presents the following words for us to work with:

child, protect, solitude, anger, searching, haven, cost, frustration, why, judge, safety, notice

Open the Other End.

“Do not eat the packaging.”

“Stand facing the urinal.”

“Remove child before folding stroller.”

“Do not iron clothes while wearing them.”

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The nanny state smothers us.

In the name of safety

They treat us like children—

To protect us, they say.  Why?

Why do we need such mollycoddling?

Everywhere there are notices

That judge us stupid.  Or worse.

They raise not awareness

But anger and frustration.

At what cost?  What have we lost?

So here I am, searching for a haven,

Searching for not solitude

But a door out of this asylum.

And the sign on the door says:

“This door is alarmed”.

So am I.

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1923 - Sticks and Stones

 

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 The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece. 

firm vice world wind cares someone worth wound word here seem spiral 

Sticks and Stones

“There is nothing either good or bad, 

but thinking makes it so.”

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Words will never hurt me”,

Or so the saying goes.

It is true enough,

For what it’s worth—

In theory, at least.

But the truth is less kind.

Words can soothe, true,

But too often it is not so.

Words can hurt.

Words can cut.

Words can wound.

It was never just

What someone said,

Firm or flippant

Whether said with care

Or just a throwaway comment.

Words are not just

What they seem to be.

They are what

You make them to be.

Neither virtue nor vice

Are in play here—

The received word 

Can wind you up,

Spiral around

Into a world of pain,

Into long, sleepless nights,

Often to the complete

Amazement

Of the speaker

Who meant

Nothing of the sort.

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1922 - Accommodation 101

 

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 The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece. 

plumes tufts mosses fantasy fabric filtering threads forest cracks layer ruffle flow

dVerse Poets Open Night

Accommodation 101

Cobwebs.

Dust.  A lot of dust.

Weeds—

In tufts and plumes,

To be honest, a forest.

Moss-covered steps.

Crumbling brickwork.

Peeling paint.

Mildewed and cracked walls.

Tattered, faded, fabric curtains,

Hanging by threads.

Overflowing letterbox.

Layers of rubbish,

Tins, bottles, wrappers, newspapers,

Enough to excite a legion

Of future archeologists,

Built up on the decaying verandah.

A stray cat, unruffled,

Looks through a taped-together window.

Sunlight flows in, filtering 

Through the filthy glass,

Adding the feeling of

A Gothic fantasy

To the premises.

In short—

A typical student house.

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