Childhood Language Poems

My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t...

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Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time,...

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The first language that you learn 
when you are a baby.
Rather than a language learned 
at school or an adult.

The language which a person has...

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[In my youth, glue was tubes or bottles of gloop
for sticking stuff together: cement was grey powder
that you mixed with sand and gravel to make...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A child 
He was small
A mother of old
Both are same 
Not by age
But by language...

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Ever wondered how most civilization got lost to time;

Read the poem- 

MY HOME (OWA MWEN) 
.....



When i recall the good old days;
The invaluable golden memories
Shared...

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She darkly dreams in Anger Valley
discovered shortly and belongingly after
original Fear uncovered
floating languorously downstream
to leave behind red hot footprints
of childhood work
and play
and pray for change,
growing...

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It's Opposite Game day
says JayJay
to on-screen enthusiastic friends.

I have no adult time or patience 
to see or hear
right as not not opposition wrong

Right, like left,
only...

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We don't talk about it, I was mutely told,
Schooled in your nonverbal narcissism, I Attest
I became a linguist in the language of silence;

The tightened line...

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There are certain things
That all children know -
Flowers bloom in spring
When all the birds sing
The sun helps things grow
And melts the fresh snow
Rain washes things...

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When I was a little boy,
I brooded day-to-day
Ever since I found out
I had my native tongue
violently taken away
Swore in my heart,
I would make my own...

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re-post inspired by Constance D form contest

A BUCKS BOY


Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching...

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…obliterated night of the seven seasons
tickets and thickets and trains collide
into the cliché of licking tongues 
wed to the bred moan of capitalism

(grinning gothic gremlin)...

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Danger Of Unverified Knowledge

Google generation, generating unverified truths
Failure to think, stolen thoughts root of idolatry
Speaking from caged mind, poor logic and perceptive
Tamed mind caused all...

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