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TO NALLUM IN YOUR GLIST


“I don’t understand you.” She, with pandled lips and gaze forlorn,
While I, becrimbled, sought to straff my meaning, bonsting ever stronger....

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From embers' breath, on the weathered stone, I write,
A firstborn whisper, birthing meaning's light.
A symphony I hum, a nascent tongue,
Language, a seed, from fertile silence...

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The cute little blushes,
every time we look at each other,
every time our friends tease us together.

The blood that rushed into my cheeks,
every time I think...

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colloquialism to say is quite the trick
tells where your from by words that you pick
with diplomas on the wall
my friends I appall
when I go fishing...

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Trappings..

These are the persuaders 

For the reign of separation..

Trappings appear

As words and stories

Memories and plans

Which are called home..

A home built on endless

Trappings.....

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Word bank: Holidays
As I am finding time difficult to manage at the moment - I thought a word bank would be a good idea for...

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“Foaming at the mouth,” in this context is to be excited, passionate for.
Jeopardy is an American television game. There was a home version.
The answer was...

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A letter to mom
Abu Zafar Obaydullah ---A translation

“The plant in the orchard, the squash
Spirally coiling, burdened as it thrived
The green, lavish green plants
Are blossoming as...

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[A poem written in a dying language]

Sa tuktok ng Bontok

Ang tuktok ng Bontok, himpapawid ng mga pangarap, Kalikasan'y humahalimuyak, biyaya sa bawat hakbang,
Mga kabundukan, kay...

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I do not speak their words.
They're full of clichés and ideas that will never truly form.
I have tried to bend my tongue that way,
But it...

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But breakfast’s subject beckons: 
the booster affair effect in Tumblr-
land? The digital map surveillance
co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce
minivan project, relay & speech 
to cell battery...

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"Countries, like languages, become different when ideas don't meet
  Languages we speak, countries we keep, are words so deep standing on our feet"

 ...

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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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Take thine quill,
and with it write,
countless tales,
in black and white.

Tales of lost kids.
far from home,
feathered monsters,
dwarfs and gnomes.

Star-crossed lovers,
ill-gotten fate,
war torn kingdoms,
fuelled by hate.

So why...

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I use to wonder what it’d be like to talk to the animals…those on the ground and those that soar so high above…to speak the...

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