My first but triple (quadruple) challenge to you

[Senna Jawa]

My challenge has no time frame.

In another thread I have mentioned that in the past I have added to English three expressions or words. Actually, at least four but the fourth one (chronologically the first) was introduced by me outside the context of poetry. We may change it now .

The challenge is simply to use my expressions in poems.

First I'll list and descrbe the three which have already appeared in more than one poem each. The first two of them I had ib the same preInternet poem. If you're interested, I'll provide the links.

streetful -- this word existed before but in a way different from mine, namely as a word similar to handful, mouthful... Thus it was used within the "streetful of X" syntax. You may google to find the story of this usage. My own is similar to that of words such as shameful, doubtful, fearful, hateful, graceful,.... I am defining streetful as follows:

streetful -- homeless in the city
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My next one, from the same poem, is a kenning of money:

green butterflies of my pocket
​

It may be abbreviated to a metaphor green butterflies.

Finally

moonglasses -- the metaphor of poetry (where poetry is meant both in the technical and in the spiritual sense).

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These are the three musketeers. It's time for d'Artagnan.

In early sixties, over fourty years ago, I have published the notion of ver:

ver -- a collection which has, in the context under the consideration, nothing in common.
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For instance, when you consider the fur pattern of a group of white dogs, and they all have a brown spot on one or both of their ears, then such a collection is not a ver since they ALL have something in common. But if you add to it one more dog which has the whole head, including its ears, black, then now this collection is a ver.

If you have a group of a dozen people interested in philanthropy projects, where ten of them are interested in one project, another ten of them in another, and seven of them in still another project, ... but there is no single project which would be of interest to all twelve of them, then this is a ver of philanthropists.

So far I have never written a poem using my word ver.

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So, this is my first Literotica challenge for you, all four parts of it. (It's possible, even likely, that I had more neologisms in my poems but I don't remember any off hand).

Best regards,

Wlodzimierz Holsztynski (Senna Jawa, guru ji)

PS. Yes, I have also introduced in a poem words sunful and sinday. You may add them to my challenge, making it a challenge of order six. You may use any number of the expressions in any poem. I would be more happy if you go after true poetry rather than after superficial records like squeezing as many of the expressions in one poem as possible. But do whatever you please.

 

[wildsweetone]

(i)
On Christmas Eve the shops
will be filled, last minute
purchases of a forgotten toy
or treat. Outside,
under the glow of orange lamps
the streetful linger, eyes
lit with longing, bellies
rumbling until the doors
of tomorrow open on roast turkey.


(ii)
They save it all for Christmas
Eve, Boxing Day specials,
or those sales after New Year
where dinner sets are half price
or jewellery has 40 percent off.
It's then that I stand and watch
green butterflies flutter.


(iii)
I write in the morning,
drape words across white sheets
until either I am forced to stop
or the words refuse to flow.

I write in the night,
wandering my silver garden
pen in hand until moonglasses
come to rest upon the page.


I will try something else for the ver, if ever I get time.

I love kennings and will enjoy practising more with them. Thank you.

 

[Cub4ucme]

Let's make one point perfectly clear here: You haven't INTRODUCED any words to our language.


What you HAVE done is make-up your own words, or take existing words
that are nouns and use a suffix to transform them into adjectives.

You don't introduce words into a language as you stated.

Words are introduced into language when they are accepted and found in
a dictionary. You would also be credited with the introduction of such words
if they existed.

They don't; but, have fun playing with words that don't exist.

It's no bother to me.

best,
andy

 

[wildsweetone]

Let's make one point perfectly clear here: You haven't INTRODUCED any words to our language.


What you HAVE done is make-up your own words, or take existing words
that are nouns and use a suffix to transform them into adjectives.

You don't introduce words into a language as you stated.

Words are introduced into language when they are accepted and found in
a dictionary. You would also be credited with the introduction of such words
if they existed.

They don't; but, have fun playing with words that don't exist.

It's no bother to me.

best,
andy

It's a very freeing feeling to create words that one can use in poetry or prose. Have you ever tried doing this? Even as a kid I recall inventing words and talking gobbledegook with girlfriends, which incidentally reminds me... babies are born with their own language. Have you ever noticed how they are taught English so that we may understand them? If you study them, you'll often see they appear to have no trouble at all in understanding each other in a language that we haven't a clue about.

The English language is a growing language. Words are first created, then spoken and used commonly among peoples (perhaps for quite some time) and only once they are in common use are they then entered into Dictionaries etc.

As far as I can see Senna Jawa has just introduced several new words into the English language. Whether we use them and bring them into common spoken language is up to us.

Personally, I love the word 'streetful' best. Once I got the hang of speaking the word (thanks to the reversal of learning through the internet) it fell naturally into my poem.



I practised a little the other day and came up with this:

Bringing Spring Indoors for a Day

I threw out the old flowers
this morning, there were dead heads
laying beneath the flower warden, and tiny yellow pillows
of nectar on the dust planks and so,
I had noticed,
it was time to put them out.
I'll wander the garden
after work, take my snips and cry
when each cut is made, or perhaps
I'll just choose the daisies
let them settle in a small vase
on the vanity and bring Spring
indoors for a day.


And yes, it is fun playing with creating words. All word smiths ought to give it a go. It's a very enlightening experience in my opinion.



By the way, I've been away for a little while so Hi, and it's nice to meet you. I look forward to reading your poetry.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

It's a very freeing feeling to create words that one can use in poetry or prose. Have you ever tried doing this? Even as a kid I recall inventing words and talking gobbledegook with girlfriends, which incidentally reminds me... babies are born with their own language. Have you ever noticed how they are taught English so that we may understand them? If you study them, you'll often see they appear to have no trouble at all in understanding each other in a language that we haven't a clue about.

The English language is a growing language. Words are first created, then spoken and used commonly among peoples (perhaps for quite some time) and only once they are in common use are they then entered into Dictionaries etc.

As far as I can see Senna Jawa has just introduced several new words into the English language. Whether we use them and bring them into common spoken language is up to us.

Personally, I love the word 'streetful' best. Once I got the hang of speaking the word (thanks to the reversal of learning through the internet) it fell naturally into my poem.



I practised a little the other day and came up with this:

Bringing Spring Indoors for a Day

I threw out the old flowers
this morning, there were dead heads
laying beneath the flower warden, and tiny yellow pillows
of nectar on the dust planks and so,
I had noticed,
it was time to put them out.
I'll wander the garden
after work, take my snips and cry
when each cut is made, or perhaps
I'll just choose the daisies
let them settle in a small vase
on the vanity and bring Spring
indoors for a day.


And yes, it is fun playing with creating words. All word smiths ought to give it a go. It's a very enlightening experience in my opinion.



By the way, I've been away for a little while. Hi and it's nice to meet you. I look forward to reading your poetry.

I agree with wild here...
(as for the rest?)

I remember so many asking me what... 'chucklebone' ...meant

it is when you hit your funny bone
we all know that it isn't funny
but we laugh any way

I have a habit of using it alot on comments and posts, especially if it earns more than a grin or a smiley face (~_*)

words have been invented all through time...and will continue as long as words are used.

 

[wildsweetone]

I practised a little the other day and came up with this:

Bringing Spring Indoors for a Day

I threw out the old flowers
this morning, there were dead heads
laying beneath the flower warden, and tiny yellow pillows
of nectar on the dust planks and so,
I had noticed,
it was time to put them out.
I'll wander the garden
after work, take my snips and cry
when each cut is made, or perhaps
I'll just choose the daisies
let them settle in a small vase
on the vanity and bring Spring
indoors for a day.

I think I used metaphors so need to practise some more...

Senna, would changing 'flower warden' to 'flowerwarden' and 'dust planks' to 'dustplanks' make kennings?

Bringing Spring Indoors for a Day

I threw out the old flowers
this morning, there were dead heads
laying beneath the flowerwarden,
and tiny yellow pillows
on the dustplanks and so,
I had noticed,
it was time to put them out.
I'll wander the garden
after work, take my snips and cry
when each cut is made, or perhaps
I'll just choose the daisies
let them settle in a small vase
on the vanity and bring Spring
indoors for a day.

 

[vampiredust]

I like the kenning of green butterflies. I think I'll have a go.

There are those things

My pockets are full of unwanted
atoms, the dessicated remains
of postcards and green butterflies
who have never laid their eggs

on the money trees I have growing
in the balcony. They prefer
the prickly skin of the cacti, their
dryness crackling like static

electricity everytime I give them
water. It is as if they can dowse
for things buried deep inside,
alerting everything to stay away.