I told her I'm a stranger
A souvenir
She thought I am from Ghana
Because I'm black like Ghanaians
She concurred
While listening to my accent
She confirmed I'm a Nigerian.
She said she can't
Wait to have me
Saying I'm one of a kind
I'm always on her mind
She called me the law of attraction
Because like a magnet she's always attracted to me.
She called me
A heart robber
Because I stole her
Heart away
With the way I do my things
She said I'm differ from others
Because I never pretend to be another.
she was a true beauty
with elegance and grace
charmed and oozed personality
forever wore a smile on her face
her accent quite delightful
her manners perfectly fine
her skintone might have been a touch frightful
but her demeanour was always divine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
"Accent u ate d"
They did
N't say
Art
Is
Tic
They
Said Aut
An accent can change a whole statement
A comma can alter the whole meaning
A small word can make things different
And a smile can enhance sightseeing.
An apostrophe can emphasize the beauty
Of a place, a noun, a country or a city
An atom can destroy our world, nothing
Is too teensy to destroy a life or a building.
The titanic ship was never too big to sink
These days, very few of us are able to think
People elect some leaders for the wrong reason
Leave me alone. Pay, pay, and enjoy your pain.
A small vowel can make a humongous difference
No word is too small, too petite, and too innocent
Dot the i; cross the t. Please use your common sense
An accent can naturally change a whole statement.
Copyright© March, 2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Attracted to his accent and his lean physique,
he followed her home when they met on that street.
She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter.
Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder.
He spoke in short calculated phrases.
Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages..
There are times when words aren't really needed when the
pull of passion is so heated..
Some flowers smell like memories of home,
Lily-of-the-valley is one of those.
It's like what color is, to monochrome,
beyond the spicy scent of any rose.
I link it with natural purity,
vanilla, with hints of lemon and spice.
This lily blossoms in obscurity,
sprouting up as Spring melts the snow and ice.
Lily-of-the-valley works its magic
and brings me home to memories of Mum.
It's not too well known, and that seems tragic,
for one sniff will convince you to plant some.
I can't imagine a sweeter Spring scent
than lilies with a vanilla accent.
believe it's only make believe believing make believe only
it's only make believe.
it's only make bell eve!
it's only ma, cab? e'leave.
it! son; ly! make bell leave.
i! t's on lime, ache'belly eve?
it's only ma cable; eve?
it's on lee, make believe!
it's on!!! lee? make believe.
aye! t's only mack bell; eve?
aye! t'son lie ma; believe!
itch only- makebeli; eve?
itch on lime ache, be! leave!
itch on, lie, make believe.
aye, t'sun lie, make a'bell! eve?
it's only make cabby leave
it's only ma; cab? he leave
it's on; lie, make a belly eve!
it's only mack, believe
it s'only ma; ache n'believe.
hokeysmokeyrollyamacarolli
stan sand
his irish accent
i could have nodded all night
and his smile
posted on July 28, 2017
The delicious odor of home-baked bread
instantly takes me to mum's kitchen door,
I'm in heaven, though not a word is said.
Kneading the dough, she'd punch it down once more,
calling for three risings, she'd give it four.
I can never resist that fresh-baked smell,
just one whiff and once more, I'm a small boy,
there's no smell like it; I could always tell.
It's forever linked to a time of joy,
a nostalgic quirk, memories employ.
The instant its unique aromas waft
up my nostrils, with that heavenly scent,
I envision my mum's hugs, firm yet soft.
Going to the bakery's an event
that brings back flashes of mom's French accent.
(English- Quintain)
2/18/2018
Southern Accent
People in the South their lives have spent,
So they can speak with a Southern accent;
Found in food,
And a family feud;
When they died to heaven with them went.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
THAT ACCENT..
Your accent gets me.. it drives me wild!
accentuates your sexy wicked style
I love the way u say the things u say
DAM I could listen to it all night & all day!
Perhaps because I'm American our accents so mundane
yours is so SEXY my hormones go insane!
That voice can go on for hours never stop
once you open your mouth my panties wanna drop!
I wanna hear you scream my name in your tone to the ceiling
hands all over one another lustful chemistry we both feeling
doesn't even matter what you say don't care about the content
so heavenly a dialect angel has been sent!
if I say no just turn to me and speak with that accent it's the best!
won't be long before I change my mind and no turns into Y-E-S!!
Don't need no wine, music, or fancy food
the sound of your enticing voice gets me in a naughty mood!
I dig it when your lips are moving
I find it both erotic & so soothing
I want to hear it 24/7 that means all day
that's all I need to we'll call it vocal foreplay!
In France, although it’s nice and warm,
there isn’t any fun.
The only way to spend your time,
is sitting on your bum.
The villas there are very scarce
they haven’t many shops.
You have to travel many miles,
through fields of naught but crops.
With wine caverns abundant,
that’s the way the French have fun.
They’ve found a way to elevate,
just sitting on their bum.
So now I know the reason,
why their accent is so deep.
With wine they soften vocal chords,
each night before they sleep.
But English accents are quite crisp,
it’s from ‘stiff upper lip’.
That’s hardened by the constant slurp,
of all the tea they sip.
No wonder French and English,
seem to get along just swell.
They both spend all day drinking,
though they use a different well!
Ivor G Davies
Been in New York when I was young!
This accent is so innate in my clever well tongue.
You don’t understand how I say things,
Guess you’re a stupid one who just so love to sing…
Stab me behind my back!
Just doing the same in my own rack…
Forgive me for being so unique.
Can you just copy my same proud technique!?
This New York accent is a highly wow!
Bad as you are like a filthy mad cow…
By the way, you’re such an ugly petty Betty!
You’re a downer who usually makes me so messy!
Ways of painters are ones with pen men
Careful drops born meaningful fortes
Those ones I cherish in them
Rhymesters and verse breeds
Awesome as daylight
Their muse their right
They conceive
Hatch in
Words
14/6/2014
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