Language Poems

Volcabulary of the Dead

i’m cooking these words on the stove,  
hoping they won’t burn—  
but they burst into flames,  
fierce with laser focus,  
only to be choked on  
when spoon-fed,  
and regurgitated  
when swallowed.  

served like fast food—  
empty calories filling the gaps  
meant to comfort,  
to

Listen to the wind

Name of Contest: Listen to the Wind
Sponsor's Name: Constance La France 
Submission Date: 5th September, 2025.
The speech of the winds is understood not by the ears but by the eyes— By Poet.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
           Not only does the wind sing — it speaks too,
At times in whispers,

Listen to the Wind

Shh...
close your eyes to find your peace
listen to the wind and its mystic secrets

The universe the clouds the sun the moon
have their own cosmic language
and who better to translate than the wind

Shh...
close your eyes and stand very still
give it time to harmonize mind heart and soul

Ligature of Language

They say “gentle” before “man”
as if softness must be stapled
to power to make it palatable.
As if the fist, once gloved, is no longer a fist.

They say “strong” before “woman”
as if endurance must be embroidered
onto flesh to make it forgivable.
As if the cleft, once crowned, is no longer a cleft.

Adjectives are corsets-
the ligature of language,
cinching identity

Whispers of Silence

Last night silence spoke,
with fear and with dread,
a language whispered
only in the dark,
spoken by shadows,
heard mainly by kids.

Few adults could hear
what light would not bear
but darkness conveyed—
that language of fear
spoken in silence.

But who taught us
how to speak and hear?
What spirits cannot spit,
yet phantoms cry out,
to our trembling ears.

The night holds its breath,
its secrets confined,
trees bend

Citizen John

Am I a foul fellow when the house is longer than this morning? Am I the designer of the living room that doesn’t encourage formality, because we’re associated with rigid boundaries? I’m the next citizen of an affluent hovel. I’ll be the next coastal lowland along any gulf & hearing your voice, pattering on every

When my little poem is sad, she cries

When my little poem is sad, she cries.
It happens when people tell lies
about this, about that
and never really get at
the meaning of her sends,
her forwards,
or replies.

So Many Choices, Coincidentally

      By the bye or by the way
        either one I never say 
 
      I choose to use ‘incidentally’ 
        anyway or accidentally

The Law of Wolves and Sheep

The only masters of words
are lawyers and politicians,
twisting syllables into chains,
binding the public
with illusions of justice.

International law?
A fragile parchment,
easily burned by power.
The mighty—
America and its allies—
violate it in daylight,
and walk away untouched.
The court that dares to judge them—
a kangaroo court,
mocking its own shadow.

And you, Africa,
you global south,
clinging to Roman-Dutch law,
do you not see?
You punish yourselves
with

Bandairio Bandaria

Punt the Visitor
Wriiten By:Halcyon Daze
A punt is a flat-bottomed 
boat with a square-cut bow
, designed for use in small
 rivers and shallow water.
 Punting is boating in a punt
; the punter propels 
Here in South 
South Papua (capital Merauke)
we'd fish and  farm. The people
of Papua have tradations
they'd celebrate the festive of
the Dieties. The myth

Escape from an Ivory Tower

   Teleological
      hypotheses bore me

   Tautological phraseology
      snores me

   A beer and a burger ~
      I adore thee

Mo Fum

    fee, fi, fo, fum
    eenie, meenie, miny, mo...
    
    absurdities abound
    rubber buggy bumpers
      for instance… or, blackbirds
      baked in a pie… perchance
      there's

Home

She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create

Judgement is Mine

the words scowled
peering through the bars
imprisoned thoughts
rattling empty cups

they had been arrested
incarcerated
denied expression
unjustly accused

charged with
unfettered utterances
benign belligerence 
the most heinous with
Double Entendre-ing

They all claimed to be but pawns
Innocent bystanders
Drawn into the fray
Succumbing to the wily whim of wit

Some will be shunned forever
Lurk in the shadows…waiting
Others will “clean-up” better
assume “new” meanings

Many will work behind the scenes
Savor

the Italian language

The Italian language

I would like to immigrate from Portugal to Italy
After ten o'clock at night, I switch on the TV 
and watch an Italian soap opera 
I don't understand a word of what the actors
say, but it is the way they say it, no hard 
Consonant, no one is asked to stand to attention
For a comma, a full

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