Best Linguists Poems

Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to beautiful Zurich Switzerland and the First Annual Poetry Soup Convention. Welcome poets, linguists, scribes, metrists and rhymers....

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Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were...

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ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM (acrostic)

A lthough I’ve attempted some difficult and
N eddlesome poems in my decades of writing,
T he ultimate challenge had to be an acrostic
I n which...

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I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is...

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“Shall I compare thee to summer’s day?”
Asked Shakespeare,
But did not stay for an answer!
Thiruvalluvar compared timely help
To human hands hastening 
To right a slipping dress.
Bharati...

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When Mortimer Manders collapsed in the street,
his daughter, Muriel, was with him.
Though now seventy-five,
he’d continued to thrive,
in spite of the irregular rhythm

his heart was now...

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Eight authors were killed today,
some of them, somewhat prominent,
and an unknown number were injured,
when a very large crowd of words
came rushing toward them, and 
crushed...

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As they leave,
They leave for us 
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.

As they leave
They leave for women...

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Words reside alone in time and space;
Only sentient minds their roots trace.
Etymologists bring accents, forms to the surface;
Lexicographers establish a chronological base.
In dark, library basements,...

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It’s not a tale
The truth would bring to bear:
The old lion has gone mad again!
We lived in ancient houses made with mud
Days amounted to years...

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Tall
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Catharsis

You’re my favorite artist
With your magical touch
A petrified leaf becomes a lustrous forest
You speak words that cannot be fathomed by shallow linguists

Your works are filled...

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Written Not To Be Read

> It was before it was prophecied for what to prophecy the prophets dint exit but the prophecy like air we...

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Spoken And/Or Written Words

Time gone by e'er since being quiet natured boy,
more so nowadays declare exhausting countless
hours expending, extolling, and exuding prufuse
joy, no surprise, asper...

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i need to stop frowning and epitomizing
and sell this Caddy to the Cardinal
trying to let it miss your attention won't fly
since writing is speech even...

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