By Mark Namsick
Published in Comic Sans to be more readable
if dyslexic. Everyone else is on their own.
© 2017 Mark Namsick All Rights Reserved.
Cover Photo by Alice Achterhof
“The beginning of wisdom is
the definition of terms.”
According to Socrates, saying a word without understanding its meaning succeeds only in making meaningless noise. This idea had a strong impact on my early years. To see that some concepts like love or beauty could take a lifetime to partially define was humbling.
I soon realized that looking up “meaning” in the dictionary was not the shortcut to living a meaningful life, and looking up “morality” was not useful for being moral. This made me wonder often about the meaning of words, all the while adding to my own list of definitions. A love of music provided a sense of rhyme, interplay, poetic qualities and connotation.
Eventually I realized there was much more to words than could ever be put together in a “real” dictionary, and that writing one would be futile to attempt.
This is that that attempt.
And it rhymes.
Happenstance of quantum things
or pluck of luck to puppet strings.
A you to be beside a me
to be a we in harmony.
An overpass of comprehension
built to span a short attention.
The trying sound of pain
as it tries to leave the brain.
What’s expelled must then be felt,
so often we retain.
A commodity kept in stock in every store:
more and more, and more and more.
Were I to wear a warning
the sign would simply say:
I had three fucks this morning
but I gave them all away.
To vanish in reverse;
a line of sight traverse.
To throw a grapple of the mind
to where you want to start to climb.
He who pines to smell a fine perfume
once upon a time he might exhume.
A self-made man who taught himself -
no help but those who loaded screen and shelf.
All of us a cousin of em’.
To peel and part my parts in part to see
if perhaps a person murdered me.
The median man, often not
a go-getter that ever greatly got.
What politicians put upon
a soldier left to soldier on.
The whole surpassing sum of parts,
as separate strokes mingle
to a single
Wind which blows your mind ashore.
Every ship resigned to drift
finds itself a derelict, no more.
A pulley made to push.
A brake that’s meant to rush.
Oh to go for half an hour
by pedal, gear and flour power.
Mature or pre evacuation,
post mature or pre ejaculation.
A curtain of cotton
blown by winds
of worlds forgotten.
To go against the holy bible
in spirit, for in print it’s libel.
A top to stop the light revealing
what we’re taught demands concealing.
Covers not the face but shames the breast;
the accepted burka of the west.
The boundary those within
are all-in and bout about.
A bag of nooks to bag your books today
which Kindle wants to whisk away.
Pry apart the part attained
to start a broken heart again.
Stepping stone beyond compare:
a short-cut cut through open air.
A beast which feasts as we await
the shit that’s his to delegate.
Fraternity which daily changes,
membership and destinations.
More imbibed when less alert
so think not hurt.
Unwanted callers christened;
a catalyst for cell division.
A bit of your mizzle, before it’s the shizzle.
that eat the meat
As the earth, a metal ball.
Once spring has sprung then all is fall.
it’s a contrivance that drives us.
Weightless while exhausting and it seems
to warm the world to smithereens.
Beatles fans who coo and fawn
under Paul, and over John.
A blockade made for warming,
or glass barrier alarming
when used for keeping people down,
not miniature farming.
Fickle fates our futures jot,
putting pits in lots of plots.
Men of class few words get past
who’d never mention gas
except in passing.
A bit of clink to link a given length of links to things.
This stand can stand to bear your end
‘til you can bear to stand again.
What some got,
and won’t, but ought.
A bitty bird we’ve often bit to bones;
purposeful when crossing roads.
To publicly contrive who lives and dies
or hang the hidden hangers up to dry.
Where many people share one heart,
hand in hand, and set apart.
Any path which deviates a little
finds beginning after middle.
One who sees enough to meddle
only once the dust is settled.
An eye to watch the sun go by
despite a door or darkened sky.
Fact of which there is no contestation,
set in stone by mixture with precipitation.
The modern con has visitation
to beat the rap and grant probation.
Bestowed upon a billion people
a wild throne and broken steeple.
Well-earned success is better than sex,
though non-validation beats masturbation.
A beautiful fool stumbles into
happiness and fortune glue.
A billion bits of somethings
switching microscopic lights
which brighten screens,
show what more ones and zeroes
than we’ve ever seen,
are supposed to really mean.
Distant dots which push and pull,
empty out, and swallow whole.
A little cell holding little people’s lives,
A beast of burden brown of eyes,
atop a plate, aside of fries.
Sin apparent to a vast majority
or good fun spoiled by someone in authority.
That which you may not,
but some do and get caught,
though often a minority.
to turn inside outrageous.
As ice is to berg so crumb is to bread;
a burgerberg ahoy ahead.
To look inside for all to see,
and brave the private publicly.
Lend your man a hand and do not frown,
for who comes up must then go down.
and cognizant of consequence.
A lip to keep a dozen sips of stuff
from dripping down and messing up.
Pierces hearty arteries,
hardened as Achilles was to archery.
Magnets spun can make electrons be
A long-abused and short antique
once sprung a trap to spring a leak.
Merely granting one or more
a more than ordinary measure
of your full attention.
A Luddite putting up a fight,
‘gainst the yawning of the night.
Your father’s father is father fodder,
the stuff of stuff we self-explore;
the you that was before you were
forever is, and are no more.
A brain contains a kingdom,
and every king decrees
sentiment or logic
and little in-between.
I bid you bid that despot part
with power over mind or heart
so great debates and passions sway
to bring tomorrow to today.
Soot that wasn’t satisfied
‘til time and tension rarefied.
Won by point of fact or tip of sword;
censorship, or better written word.
To hush and shush and trip a trap
which desperately wants to yap.
Duplicate a little bit;
a copy of a counterfeit.
Stress and mess to clean and dress
each cut and scrape this life begets.
A lever sending pain and pleasure
out of order just in order to
be short reformer of the former;
underground if overdo.
A major meme that always seems
to mean a couple different things.
Just a crust, but one we cling to oft,
as rust we must be once we shuffle off.
A keyhole through which things are rampant,
which to eyes are not apparent,
making sense of those events which hid
from groping hand and gaping lid.
Take a bit of wood and nail,
add a rudder, mast and sail.
To vent frustrations;
of tense relations.
Three periods to start a pause,
grammatical menarche à trios.
Big pictures of quantum chances;
quarks react, and fire dances.
Intoxicants to blur your view,
dividing vision or cognition into two,
whether extra wine imbibed or thought imbued.
A project propelled by people who surround it,
though actually it’s space that warps around it.
A private era none but you has known,
briefly put, and set in stone.
An epiphany to see
I’m the epitome of me.
All that else can ever be
is just a it of you and we.
An abstract construction
with numbers for lumber.
A soup of sort-of former food
squeezes down this tooth-paste tube.
Superfluous syllables spoke to misdirect
from that which might yourself reflect.
A viral file thought it might
folder label over-write.
both uniform and urgent.
When three are in an elevator
the source of their displeasure
as any carpenter knows well,
but once you cut
and twice you measure.
A parent apparently,
Slow and steady moves the glacier
makin’ time with mother nature.
Small cudgel that bludgeons
all noggins it nudges.
As any penis punished will assert
comeuppance can be just dessert.
Fit to plant a plant to
make another plant to
till and till
until you will
a blue pill need to plan to.
Right to write
what’s not but might,
or won’t but still
your heart excites.
Breaking chains which never brake until
every bond has broken, or every link is still.
The saddest of all matters is
the loneliness of matter, ‘tis
a fact when atoms come together,
hearts are one, then bonds are severed.
A sudden blinding sense of whiteness
as if by something nude and Irish.
What God did self-prohibit
lest he loose the holy spigot.
An atom’s view far from home,
of its and many other domes.
Fuel for thought without which we halt,
best ingested with a grain or two of salt.
Sometimes the sea grows stormy,
and makes the seaways horny.
To love in light of
and in spite of.
After all he oughtn’t mind
the won and lost, the more aware
that every step which fate assigned
led him to him, and brought you there.
Maker of a monstrous dummy.
Feared by all, except his mummy.
One whose where’s the same as you
just so there’s the two of you.
On the path of parables he sees
not the moral of the forest,
but the fiction in the trees.
Where one may find the guilt of crime
in of door, and out of time.
Why half the leaders you abhor
are not the droids you voted for.
Red head or brown bread;
each speck a freckle, or raisin fed.
A magic crystal which may without conception,
reflect on your and pass on my perception.
Proof of which is hard to show.
He must exist; we cannot know.
A force for solving all our problems
assuming that it did not cause them.
Given, but worth so much more
than we receive when taken for.
When fauna feed upon on a floor of flora.
Small tears in sound barriers
to tear a mother’s little ones away from her.
A euphemism for the fur adorning
apes who mourn and scorn their origins.
A rose by any name would smell as sweet,
even springing from the mud beneath your feet.
Two tons of sweets to feed me
to two types of diabetes.
The moment pain or alarm
push to wish or act of harm.
Humpty Dumpty waits beyond
a wall called love he’d set upon;
‘til a passerby impart
pieces from an eggshell heart.
Any other people who
ever feel at home with you.
The only church which once admits,
binds the wound, and then remits.
A giant splinter that remains
until the loan has been regained.
Wind and hail that hails from far away;
circling the halo of a vast tornado.
A second splinter we acquire
eye to eye, discerning neither.
An isle of hell that lies between
All Is Well, and All We’ve Seen.
Those who’ll only see one shore
condemn us thus forevermore.
A finger pointed to the sky
at burning sun or cooling rain,
deciding which to petrify,
‘til life is gone and stone remains.
Not to know is not a sin;
a circle all are born within.
But to believe you are without,
is to pretend without a doubt.
Encourage and anoint
a child to play for points,
perhaps one day to play no more
and find no one was keeping score.
superfluous, and redundant.
An adulteress arrested
for that which has offended
a patriarch to whom her heart
had never been intended.
Bankers make and break a mint
when gold is green and fit to print.
A gift denied to man and Adam,
while granted to his every atom.
A coat to coat, quote-unquote.
Concurrently enforced and banned;
the most noted and mis-quoted man.
Discard that which you’ve collected,
but no longer want, or have digested.
A foretold cuckold.
Waive the right to represent
and give consent to circumvent.
Truth will out to those within
ear and shout of reasonable doubt.
Take a beautiful machine
and introduce a wrench
to break all it has ever been,
save a motive for revenge.
Three way split ‘tween he who is I am,
mother earth, and uncle sam.
The sort of sort to turn to port.
She who knows just where it’s at,
bit for bit, ‘n’ tit for tat.
One who until now defined
words in ways which didn’t rhyme.
A puzzle that muddles heart and eye;
solutions found by all
but those who never try.
The filmy residue that’s left upon your sight,
after scouring the night.
A most persistent thorny weed -
clutch it tight and fingers bleed.
Let it go to drop the pain,
and pick up naught but ought again.
Reaction when a leg somebody pulls,
though often compensating for the lulls.
Pain and pleasure I could not define
by the hundredth page of word and rhyme.
Back to square one or two
where everything’s the same – but you.
Smiling widely calm and coldly,
right hand reaching in a hat
retrieves a rabbit, now watch closely;
you had this, and I have that.
To pray away the gaiety
and make two people whole
to friend and foe and family
in every blended role.
Hoped and loved and set upon,
dream dispelled and love withdrawn,
slipped the grip of guardian hand,
and left behind to carry on.
Live a life of love inerrant,
still end up a teenage parent.
Owned, but only rented
once the patent’s pended.
Move beyond, continue forward
intending to have traveled toward.
Values which objectively
Once upon a didn’t happen
a salesman tempted Eve and Adam;
with serpent’s oil said to cure
the very thing they always were.
The seed who speeds and hurries hardest
halves the time to fall and harvest.
A thousand million pictures still,
fired rapid fire ‘til
they overtake our real world perception.
Reality and fiction blur
as we prefer
whichever has the best direction.
Our existence would be lonely
if it was the one and only.
Nature gave us eyes to tease us
just to tempt to search and please us.
shards and slivers.
A pervert’s private parts interred
in one who was not twice disturbed.
Lots of lots of little things
of broken homes and makeshift dreams;
a kingdom where a child king begins
to conquer hope and fear and then
leaves to face the world unknown,
and doesn’t quite return again.
Focus the people’s collective attention
on what few tycoons selectively mention.
Sometimes a Yes whose shrewd disguise
is infiltrated through the eyes.
Love this life of lovely-nots,
woo the world of never-be,
because for all her many faults
she found a place for you and me.
A symbol defining a unit,
a quantity, weight or a cubit,
extent or degree,
or the latest draftee
the Yankees had thought would be prudent.
Cut the lawn and cook the food
for decades, but inquire
not to how the grass renewed,
or what in hell was fire.
In ancient Greece, a modern zed
which means a Z to me instead.
Rarely spoke in open air.
Like totally the shortest prayer.
Pried wide, as eye or mind.
I do adore a door to more
than we have time to find.
The sequence of events you’re told
you must commence lest someone scold.
Held as hands, or take in turn;
investment of the best return.
Fuel which if not constantly consumed,
a candle flickers, and darkness looms.
A theory of conspiracy does bid
a whistle to blow open wide the lid,
of a cover up that covers,
something hidden from us, nebulous -
but spruced up something’s prob’ly all it did.
The stuff the stuff is made up of.
Thoughts are for carefully collecting
while feelings are peeling off the ceiling.
Become accustomed to bestow
custom unto one below.
If un-swung one oughtn’t swing
the business end of anything.
A squid obscures the foes which it engages,
be they fish, or empty pages.
A bit of shiny copper worth a tiny nearly naught;
lucky plucked when lost, and sold for thoughts.
Just so; even though
your ideal’s my so-so.
Blood and gut and feeling,
heart and head concealing,
‘til mouth or cheek
spring a leak,
a universe revealing.
An ancient word for nerd.
Brings to mind a time when few were found
who thought and taught and gathered ‘round.
A camera which connects the masses,
finds your way, and does your taxes.
Solar puppets dance about their strings
casting shadows out which go unseen.
An adjustable combustible.
A trail of crumb to tempt a mind
to look and seek, explore and find
what before your eye had been expressed,
and what behind is now confessed.
Father to the children of creation;
or a political administration.
Purveyor of performance arts
with casting calls for private parts.
A vantage from me to you.
The point where I was born
and all my eyes could view.
Were solutions as we wish them be,
simple and magical, never would we
lesson learn, or student be.
Greener grass he’s going toward,
apple fall, and tumble forward.
Submitted patents pending
Hopeful monsters on the hill
climbed to find themselves until
one day one fell, and carried hope away
with wings it took a spill to splay.
A half a half is half and not;
25 in coin, and half in thought.
A noble search to distant plains;
pajamas rich with Cheeto stains.
Took the time to bind with string
effort went and comfort bring.
To choose to lose, or end an overuse
of that which now does not amuse.
A universe of beauty we can’t see,
until attuned by love and wound
unto the proper frequency.
When a pregnant water body drains,
the sky comes down with sympathy pains.
The spectrum seen as all inclusive,
though black and white do seem elusive.
A name bestowed by those who named,
nine months past they were the same.
To be equal in opposition,
absent of your own volition.
To show a heart that knows again
that in its ears were only fears;
whisperings of malcontent
felt as meant, for many years.
To adore some more may mend amore.
Adjust a jot or tittle to
improve a lot, or little do.
Sacred cow does see a light,
opening of tunnel bright.
Re-cast to play a pungent role
beyond this bowl for passing souls.
Hatched from whom it had no say;
over with, and underway.
The raised skirt and roadside naked knee
of a working class economy.
On the one hand the opposite of left,
and on the other one the only choice that’s left
if all the others are perverse.
Which leaves the third:
a forgotten soldier’s end
and remembered debt incurred.
To sanctify a holy thing
which hopefully is sparkling.
Willful effort will assign
worth in one’s unconscious mind.
We whine away the time in DMV,
in which we wait, to wait in line in SUV.
That which makes a heart beat fast,
body still, and question asked.
An enemy in the making when
one cannot hope to make amends,
once against it he offends.
A fin to go, a fin to stay,
an effin’ waterfall to lay.
Grit to mark each eon as it passes;
granules in grand canyon hourglasses.
Set a spell upon a tree
of knowledge ever after,
thereupon did Isaac see
an apple fall, and gathered.
A man of mystery, worlds apart
every moral did impart,
ghost-written in assistant’s hand;
vicarious divine commands.
Strips of straps to bar your bones
from being thrown by known unknowns.
A paradox I reckoned,
as the first was also second.
All response to stimuli
apparent to the naked I.
All too many all too often do
aim too low and opt for any;
wait and want were hard to do.
To touch, taste, hear and see,
receptive to, and thrilled to be
with without and in-between,
open to, and emptying.
A shun by any other name
twists a child’s wrist the same.
Mountain climbing’s more climactic,
with this global prophylactic.
To be to a sibling wed,
a step behind, a head ahead.
Doesn’t mean a thing to me
in light of relativity.
Comparing aft and fore
like or as a metaphor.
One who does in place of gods,
put Fact and Not, which in their grace
they saw not fit to sort and sift,
into their proper place.
To correspond without return,
removed from whom it does concern.
A fowl’s flea a downy forest sees,
the sky a disco of frosted stained glass windows
beyond all hope of explanation,
falling sideways in formation.
to medieval trebuchet.
Joint, muscle and tendon do
tend to mend when tended to.
Squares which circle back abound,
where other squares are not around.
Tombstone to a spruce or pine
that could’ve stood the test of time.
Giving and begetting,
neither taking nor regretting.
A bit of whittle flat and still
held down by abdominal protrusion ‘til
the meal is done and only bones remain,
dishes passing to another plane.
A bit of common profit kept aside,
in principle to profit you and I.
A faucet dripping pungent waters
onto sponges: sons and daughters.
To off and on and often see
what so ought, and oughtn’t be.
A she who hopes to help refrain
from every effort to abstain.
Into darkened tunnel trains,
cutting teeth on broken brains.
A vault if wanting in
and prison going out.
Wide, when something underneath resides.
If on the other outside it were found,
we would simply go around.
I always hark to hear the arcs
of gigantic static sparks.
To scooch upon a cooch when pelvic,
or sink a sword to redden velvet.
A fib we sip with morning brew,
as if it’s morning in Peru.
Both to be, and coincide;
by and by, and I aside.
One quadrant in a grid of grout
you glued to kick the carpet out.
It spins. If we were spun we’d come undone.
Martyrs of a faith we have not named
put our grievances to shame.
Every place you’ve ever been
has never been the same again.
A root uprooted that believes,
it’s not a root for having leaves.
Awaren’t, apparent, a parent.
To see a bridge and not to stroll;
instead to try to take a toll.
A heartstring on a hook
that’s hard to overlook.
Lend a little muscle to
men who build, and break for you.
I cannot help but find absurd
the sum of all summed up
in just one word.
Just as lust and distance can attract,
a void deprived of substance too will act
as siren call to atoms passing near;
a quantum aphrodisiac.
A theme park fit for men and women;
unbefitting infants to whom leaving is required,
and entrance is forbidden.
Meat-eating bosses mean life losses
and vegans job security,
for in cannibal country we can’t be canned
while canning at the cannery.
A home indeed for those in need
of a title to a deed.
A siege upon a castle gate
to breach a breach but then abate
should the captain of the cavalry
need a fresh replacement battery.
Every part completes the whole,
a hero made heroic
by each supporting role.
A decision made by wizened ones who had
hung their hopes for change on hanging chads.
Selected by those we elected,
representing our good will until
we willed to war, and good defected.
Potential which, once cast away
can be expressed a different way.
Said of a collective,
together or respective.
A plant un-wanted among your garden reeds,
though some may only shun the stems and seeds.
That for which a lesson’s meant
not to have to reinvent.
Seek to lest you peak abreast.
Alack, a lark of licking stopped
momentarily but oft,
to crop the crinkled top atop
a paper-padded lollipop.
Everything and nothing seems perverse
given keen perspective or averse.
Depending who you question they will see
right or wrong in you or me.
Private doc and sunken socket do
adore a game of peek-a-boo.
To tersely talk in coarse vibration;
loosened by profuse libation.
The primary way
to color one who runs away.
Yet to be forgotten
or literally rotten.
That which I have yet to take
from within, and find it’s mate.
A corpse is a corpse of course,
but sometimes it’s striped and a horse,
wandering by day,
saying nothing but “Grraaaaaaaaaaainsss….”
Corpses of zorses in force.
To see all as good and bad,
and all that had to happen had.
Heir apparent to a parent’s wealth,
good fortune bid them give the gift of self.
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