Bare bear Bayer
A naked big pharma omnivore
Covered in hair
Soul sole Seoul
The bottom of a Korean spirit’s foot
Out for a stroll
Right write rite
A well-prepared nuptial sermon
Gripping but light
Si see sea
Affirmatively spying the ocean waves
Pleasant and free
Lye lie lai
A burning falsehood sung in style
I must ask why
Seen seine scene
The visualized setting of a fisherman’s netting
Trawler’s routine
Pare pair pear
Trimming a duo of summer fruit
Sweet treat to share
Her life is plain
so she gets on a plane
and travels to a Nebraska plain
two passengers
too inebriated to speak
travel with her too
they’re awakened upon arrival
their luggage falls from the overhead
we are there, says the stewardess
Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose
Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose
A brief time together as by seven I've left
Out to the garden, the street and then left
Along cobbled paths where the dogs bark
To work as the foreman, my order to bark
The abattoir workers tirelessly cut up the meat
Despite the condition, smiling at all they meet.
Chopping and cutting up every small piece
Awaiting a break for a rest and some peace.
A cup of water then back plucking the fowl
Some people can't hack the smell is so foul.
At six the work ends and the whistle is blew
We wash up our hands they are black and blue
Home via The Dragon for a jug of the best ale,
Men's medicine, a cure-all for what they all ail.
Back home to Rose, my drink she would pour
A simple life, you make the best if your poor
We huddle together watching the embers in the grate.
We make thanks for our lot, and what makes England great.
"I Didn't Know That"
I didn’t know that
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Foul was not a bird
Or that a Fowl can’t be a Foul ball.
I’m confused.
I asked my lover if I could take a Peak.
She said that was Two much to ask,
“Go climb a mountain Peek.” She said,
“The Sceen would be much better.”
I’m confused.
I took to writing words
I thought were not the same.
They understood me not.
Am I insane?
Homonyms and Homophones,
Or is it,
Which or Witch?
I do not comprehend.
I’m still confused.
It’s time for this pin to end.
ENJOY!
Each bon mot melts with
Nuanced, age-old symbolic flavors --
Growing, changing, challenging me.
Language arts baffle me.
Institutional norms perplex me.
Slowly, I listen for that precise sound.
History’s echoes bounce off my walls,
Heaving meanings like so many dock workers.
Overhead, cargoes glide by glistening in the sun.
Movers eye the carts going forward.
Only I stand still.
Purposefully, I dream of…
Houses filled with treasures – elegant libraries!
Open-hearted, I find and survey my grotto.
Nothing seems impossible as I
Enter into a new dwelling and
Seek to be transformed.
Come sale with me my suite suite rows,
Wheel flea together in corn rose,
I am your mussel soleful night,
Who byes you flours every knight.
Let’s sing suite melodies til’ horse,
Astride our whether beaten hoarse,
O’ my deerest blew eyed made,
Wee perfect pear, weave got it maid.
Come sale with me to the rivers and veils,
Enjoy the frill of wearing won scent vales,
We will say “May bee’ down buy the key,
Sew, as thyme goes fourth, love is our quay.
The son will shine as we ‘tie the not’,
Eye will sip fine whine, four ewe, may bee knot,
Tide, we hold quays that keep love in cheque,
Hoe deer! Forgot my lute, kindly pay the check!
28/10/22
Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.
Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.
Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong and gentle, our natures complement.
Thoughts of gratitude charm, expressed aloud.
Cots, blankets, and laughter are allowed.
Shells cling to sea rocks; we harvest mussels.
Swells hug your tee shirt, revealing muscles.
Pull me close like friendly breezes that blew.
Full of mysteries are diverse realms blue.
Sky's palette blends at a quarter past eight.
Eyes twinkle from marshmallows we ate.
You strum your ukulele; we become a band.
Two voices that melt cannot be banned.
Seagull calls merge in a tune that's choral.
Regal beauty flaps around hidden coral.
Sway like moonlit, twinkling leaves of beech.
Stay with me tonight upon this lot of beach.
7-14-2021
(Rhyme beginnings, homophone endings)
In tents some great adventures dwell.
Intense are nights where flashlights swell.
Sites are intimate and spacious.
Sights agree, the Lord is gracious.
Peeks of heaven's breath surround us.
Peaks within trek's reach astound us.
Wood is obtained for bright campfires.
Would the stars contain more desires?
Chilly's the night's bite, but fire's hot.
Chili warms in a blazing pot.
Bear tracks establish remote paths.
Bare your heart and permit it baths.
Tales are told with a stirring hush.
Tails are hidden in every brush.
Close the tent door, starve mosquitoes.
Clothes are laid out before we doze.
Creaks pierce the woods; we turn and toss.
Creeks trickle nearby trees with moss.
Dew rinses clean night's unsound fears.
Do saplings emerge from your tears?
Cents are exchanged for a shower.
Scents of nature overpower.
Deer prance upon nature's backyard.
Dear mom, enjoy every postcard.
Write when something touches your heart.
Right here in the midst I must start.
3/11/2021 (homophone beginnings)
Sundae bar in the middle of a lazy hazy uneventful Sunday
Jam and butterscotch with sprinkles as we devour, laugh and jamb
Phase three of the week which has done her best to poke me and faze,
Lax and chill, slipshod in ability to confuse shows that sister lacks
Witch qualities I had always attributed to her, ideas of which
Damn near anything can parade as truth while I create my sundae dam
Fourth time she has been back to the bar. Her greed parading forth.
I’d like to know what she thinks of me as she stares at me bright eyed.
The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour!
I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many an isle.
Drawn an arc whilst designing an ark.
I'm aurally embarrassed causing me to be orally harrassed!
My breath bated as I wait for the results of my baited trap.
I could be a bard if I wasn't barred from reciting my poems.
Based on advice by the chef of the day I know when I baste my joint it'll be okay.
Bow, beau and bow, I give up, what do I know?
What I do know is Mother Nature found Earth,
Made it her berth and gave birth to us all.
Well on homophones I've feasted, but, now I'm going to try some roast boar, and,
whilst eating I'm thinking and hoping you didn't find the first course a bore.
And not too corse else I'll really feel sore.
If you did? Don't brood as I've brewed ya a cuppa
to wash it all down! As I know y'all be asking for more.
Ah, my son is shouting, "The sun is shining please
take me out for the day"!
5/13/18
Premiere II - Open Poetry Contest sponsored by rob cormac
IF YOU READ THE WORDS OUT LOUD IT MAKES TOTAL SENSE!
Once eye never had a hare out of plaice
Now I’m going bawled and eye am feeling blew
People are laughing and are starting to stair
Eye am going horse telling them my tail
Sum folks are very suite and don’t mention my bold scull
But others have no hart and eye hate the way they teas me
Eye am not vane, but my heir has not groan for sum weaks
Who nose what will happen, eye cannot altar my hare with die
Eye think eye knead to ware a flour in my lox and eye will look sew sheikh
FICTIONAL WRITE USING HOMOPHONES
09~19~16
'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.
Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from a towering mountain peek;
Thee pristeen see, thee rolling veil end meandering creak.
Watt a thrill two watch thee eagle as it sores threw thee heir;
With incisive ayes it seeks its pray with indomitable flare!
Sergeants ar knowted four naming voluntears write out of thee blew,
With that knot sew subtle commend, "Eye knead you, ewe end yew!"
Watt they were volunteared fore, they haven't thee slightest clew,
Butt that is a part of army life, beeing tolled watt two dew!
Wee're tolled inn thee Good Book that inn thee grate buy-end-bye,
Wee shell awl return two dust wen it comes hour our too dye.
It can bee etched upon my stone wen my life comes two a cease:
"Though he maid grate youse of homophones, Mae he lye inn piece!"
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