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. Welcome poets from Canada, the UK, U.S.A., Australia and many other countries from around the world. 

This convention is for...

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Like a river that carves its way,  
The language flows; learning starts each day.  
Babbles of sound, first words take flight,  
A gurgling stream, bathed in morning's light.
 
Sentences grow as tributaries join,  
Grammar's banks keep the flow in line.  
Meanings unfold, a widening delta vast, ...

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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 the longest English word was chosen.
D eciding to undergo the absurd challenge
I delved into the history of these useless words...

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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 working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site.  I...

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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 not to commodify 
what we could not recreate
for its sufficient regeneration,
to fairly claim any rights
to economic value.

You talk funny,
replied the...

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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 compared fear to death.

Linguists compare languages
Critics compare literatures and theories.
Philosophers do have their comparisons.
Chomsky claims his grammar to be 
An...

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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 keeping.  But this was quite grave.
He hit the hard sidewalk real sudden.
When Muriel knelt
beside him, and felt
to locate where...

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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, archivists file in database;
In academic institutes, linguists their value appraise.
Calligraphers, Engravers with artistic touch glaze.

Phrases the syntactical bridge brace,
and cultured...

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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 them under the throng

Hundreds of onlooking readers were aghast
at the sight of surprised writers, 
running from the tens of thousands
of...

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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 nothing
But cups of tears and fears

As they leave
They leave for old ones a basket
Full of fruits of ultimate death and...

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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 long ago
The forests had survived it
The whites came, taught us to hew down trees
We fell most of these trees,
Moved to...

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Tall
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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 our lungs to it infrate so did it exist the dinosaurs extinct platypus indigenous but it infinity Isaac newton couldn't...

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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 with overwhelming emotions
Poured out on a plain and boring piece of caricature
It’s a wonderful chaos – a series of explosions
Breaking...

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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 experiencing passion, sans
reading (select age appropriate material as a lad in

make believe world) still bespectacled bright eyed
and bushy tailed, (most...

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