Best Linguistically Poems

SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often 
misspelt by the common man)

We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.

Discipline and experience,all apparent...

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Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or curse, soon the frequency
And the decibels increase—
Incredibly, irritatingly, inconveniently, and embarrassingly!

I wonder if it is linguistically appropriate
To call it a...

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I     AM     DRIVE

Teaching English is the  best job under the sun
Students  learn some, I learn more
Working with foreigners  is  hard  but fun 
Repeating till your tongue gets sore

Native speakers like you (...

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A friend advised "Cheer up, buddy, and don't be blue",
strange of him to say that just when I was feeling low.
I was thinking, what was so colorful about being sad,
only showed his English vocabulary was awfully bad.

"Don't vote for Obama, he is untested and green",
how...

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What I care about
and what I am working
and even playing hard with
is better understanding what and how
we and Earth
communicate to and with each other,
regenerating mindbody health sometimes,
and yet degenerating pathological climates and subclimates,
gestalts,
ecopolitical chemistry puzzles and games,
systemic syndromes articulating wu wei
Tipping Points of MultiCultural ReGenerate...

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We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will.
                 ...

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New England's late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why and how much of water
she consumed each day
each month 
each...

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Still within this beginning of Time,
Her Goddess planted
one Tree of Life and Death
regenerating cycles of RNA intelligence
and permaculture.

RNA was and is in and of this Tree of Time
searching for what might rhyme
and rhythm as DNA collateral,
bi-elliptically smooth structuring
boundaries of genetic syntax.

Sun God impregnated RNA's 
Tree...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was placed a long time...

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I remember my mindbody would tense
sometimes
then relax into confusion
while non-consiliently reading Bucky Fuller's "Synergetics 2."

I also remember,
and too often reweave,
Fuller's stream of thought ecoconsciousness
as I read  Beck and Cowan on the well-timed subject 
of improving/transitioning temporal climates,
cultural memes with both healthy and pathological faces.

I...

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Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass. Mass minds make monotonous mindsets. Like a stereo audio vision...

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I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with...

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Grey is an in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass. Mass minds make monotonous mindsets. Like a stereo audio vision...

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There's nothing quite so graceful as a flying pig. Swooping over lands and seas. Saying hello to birds on the way. No pecking though. Just oinking. Occasionally octagonal birds can speak the dialect of oink. As avocados sleep quite peacefully below with the buffalo on...

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I wonder
about wandering into sacred history

Back
remotely far
in collective memory
before humanity,

When EarthTribe regenerativity
was all compassionately gifted
divinity,

Panentheistically expressed
in ecofeminist panting Earth's
great rapturously gifted
economic ecology
of volcanic overflowing
and infilling relationships.

I wonder,
back before male religious cultures
and anthrosexual contagious climates,
were our elders' sensory
linguistically
meaningfully sacred prime ego-relationships
then LeftBrain purposely
separated from RightBrain deep...

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