Letters were mad hat interlopers
I cannot decipher them
Eeties at Hoppies
was my diction for
Sweets at Shops
when i was four
Its hard being a dyslexic
Oh boy I feel so out of it
with my younger sisters
picking it up so easily
I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone
but sometimes I miscued
I felt half baked
but my love of History became my bastion
Orally laid down by my Father
I had something to boast
to my peers about
Categories:
dyslexic, anniversary, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight,
he sits in the midst of childhood confusion,
bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight,
crafting a castle from artistic vision
where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows;
letters and numbers, no longer mere shadows,
architecting comfort through mini figures
that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours.
Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation,
lego became his true salvation through strife;
reflections of kismet, contrived with passion-
gilded courage framing the frailties of life,
tiny fingers breathe hope through rainbow colors,
whilst imagination carves profound pillars,
stacking the slanted canvas of dreams to rise,
as his strength towers beyond bluest of skies.
Categories:
dyslexic, emotions, meaningful,
Form: Rispetto
My mother mentioned casually that I was dyslexic.
This was something I had forgotten.
I knew I had to wear a glove for a year of first grade
To force me to not use my left dominant hand.
But I had forgotten the hours I spent after school with Miss Kneeland.
Miss Kneeland was an old maid school teacher
Who had already taught my father and his brother Jerry.
They were also dyslexic, so she knew what she was dealing with.
I had spent hours after school with her in first grade
As she taught me to see my reading words the way others saw them.
She used a mirror, and until I saw them with the mirror,
they were squiggles that made little sense.
It was a struggle I had long forgotten,
I have never fully recovered from wearing a one compartment mitten
On my left hand, so I could not use my left hand for a year.
This was also Miss Kneeland’s idea, so I could be right handed.
Categories:
dyslexic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
I sold my soul to Santa
but it's much too soon to tell.
If an everlasting Christmas
is preferable to hell.
Categories:
dyslexic, christmas, humor, life,
Form: Free verse
I once knew a man who was dyslexic
It really made his whole world hectic
The manner he preferred
Was to write things backward
His poems were poetic eclectic
Categories:
dyslexic, allegory, fun, funny, mental
Form: Limerick
Lost in dyslexic canyons
David J Walker
Washed in the flight
Of a red-ish glaze
The neurons bathe in
Their own light
Sometimes unable to translate
The sights and
Sometimes the sounds
That surround the visions of
What could be
It’s how I see the world
From my view
Lost in dyslexic canyons
Categories:
dyslexic, lost,
Form: Free verse
Had Chuck Berry's parents
Been mildly dyslexic
He'd have been 'Buck Cherry'
~ Making sounds gastroentric
Categories:
dyslexic, music, silly, sound,
Form: Light Verse
There he hangs amidst his bunch,
tempting me to have him for dinner,
filling me with guilt about how I feel
about this living thing with its yellow skin.
My Buick’s also yellow, a sight to see.
It was bought almost new in 2001.
The car covers the miles like a rocket ethereal,
the banana’s king sliced atop a bowl of oatmeal.
My Buick is a world-beating car,
the banana in the night is a shining comet.
I love them both dearly
and worship them annually.
Categories:
dyslexic, humor,
Form: Burlesque
Some of my poems you might have read
My spelling has been bad
Its because I am dyslexic
I've been like that since a lad.
At school I wasn't, clever
But I always tried my best
When it came to written work
It was something I detest.
Dyslexia now you know I have
It,s been with me all my life
Now if I want to spell a word
I just ask my wife.
Categories:
dyslexic, life,
Form: Rhyme
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
Categories:
dyslexic, imagination
Form: Light Verse
Slowly but surly the will of the lord will exist
Let the mind run wild or the body frolic with fire
The soul will always accomplish the divine command
Death; the day of reckoning gives us rebirth pain.
Can there be joy within the separation from God?
For invisible love is beyond this body mind and soul.
Categories:
dyslexic, lifebody,
Form: Free verse
I want to go down in history as a humanitarian like Quincy Jones,
so I'm going to listen to
what he said and, if it rains I'm going to get wet,
also If I want an A, can't be scared to get a F,
so if I dream,
then strive,
I can get it,
I'm going to stay young hearted like frank said,
best way to live in now adays time, because we're living in scary days,
but we have to be broader then Broadway like levy said, and I can, like Obama said,
because I got to dream like Mr King, and I will not move like Mrs Park,
I know I haven't got the best grammar, but to me it really doesn't matter, I'm dyslexic and I
know this, but if i still write down want I was
thinking,
I can always fix it, but my thoughts was not just loss to the moment, but more like
documented in time.
Tallan J Bent 23:55Hrs 06/11/08 (c)
Categories:
dyslexic, life
Form: Free verse
in a very exhuasting aftrenoon
i see you once more. with your almond-brown doe eyes taht
spell wisdom, a smile that says never evre fear.
there in yuor table yuo drew a picture
taht was full of color.
red, bleu, green, orange.
i went near and glismped at it.
then, i smiled.
Categories:
dyslexic, friendship, hope, life, love,
Form: Free verse