Procrastinating Poet

peregrination \pehr-uh-gruh-NAY-shun\, noun:

A traveling from place to place; a wandering.

“That peregrination has taught me well. I know the ways of the world and of the places where the world has no sway. I know which tones to play when I need a song to keep me warm at night. I know which paths to tread when I wish to find my way home. I know which trails to blaze when I want to get away from it all.
“But it also has jaded me. I find myself disinterested with all the things of man. I feel the urge to wander again and again and again. It tugs me towards the open raod and away from comfort and stability.”

“But what will teach me the way,
When the peregrination finds me,
And pulls me towards the fray,
Of open roads and brazen trees.”

Decay

Mouldering, smouldering, lying beneath the ground
Churning, worming, falling apart, but coffin bound
Crawling, gnawing, things without eyes
Waiting, waiting, ’til even death dies.

Here’s another bit of the March of Words! ™ for your viewing pleasure. I haven’t done this in a while, but at least I’ll learn a new word today. The word for today is:

foment \foh-MENT; FOH-ment\, transitive verb:

1. To nurse to life or activity; to incite; to abet; to instigate; — often in a bad sense.
2. Fomentation; the act of fomenting.
3. State of excitation.

“The mind comes and goes and tells us what is and what might be and what should be, but never does it foment an idea outside of what we have experienced. All things, even the wildest imagination, must have a basis in reality.”

“Thus it will foment and churn and boil and bring an end to all peace and tranquility, until you are finally driven to look inside. You will not know exactly what it is that you find, but you will know that you failed at your task, and that you have failed me” – Part of a story that I have yet to write.

sycophant \SIK-uh-fuhnt\, noun:

A person who attempts to win favor by flattering people of wealth or influence; a parasite; a toady.

“Those who vote in favor of unjustice and throw their lots in with the lesser man are often the sycophants of our modern age. For, as the poets say, what profits a man who gains the world but loses his soul? He profits by the gains of money and status, but loses the respect of all good men and all true hearts.”

“The lugubrious sycophant,

Tells us why he fawns,

Over ancient royalties,

And casted, golden crowns.”

So, only one day away from the Twelve Days of Christmas special that I promised. And I can tel you now: it’s going to be awesome, it’s going to be epic, it’s going to be way over hyped.

Now I just have to figure out exactly what I’ll do for it. Before tomorrow. Wish me luck! Oh, I also have to figure out all the words to the song.

On a slightly different note: I heard the other day that when you learn a new word, if you are able to use it twice before an hour is up, you have a hugely greater chance to remember it and its meaning. So for the next few days I’ll be doing the “March of Words! ™”

Along with the Twelve Days of Christmas. Too much on my plate? Never!

So, the March of Words! ™ works in this way. I will learn a new word, usually courtesy of dictionary.com and their word of the day.

Then I will author and post at least two bits of tid that contain that word, used properly. Get the idea? Good. Here we go for the first in the March of Words! ™.

Today’s word will be written in bold in each.

“The man’s largesse was bountiful to all but they that needed not, but his condescension in giving was ever present and foremost in the minds of those unfortunates to which he gave.”

“The pirate’s largesse,
A cache of daimonds,
As bigs as fists,
And ruby almonds.

And a different tone,
In cash we’ll sing,
When we’ve been given,
His golden rings.”