Linguist Poems - Poems about Linguist

To my platonic linguist

To my platonic linguist

Forget me, please, but I loved you, hmm, far memories
Someone needed your help with a science, it is yours

Yes, my platonic English linguist, I forgot you, loved you
You are so selfish, but my life and love needed you; loved

I needed to accept your soul, oh rich and egoist soul, my love
English woman,

Linguist

God is a linguist

How he knows all mothers prayers

Towards their children,otherwise?

Hiring a Linguist

Hiring A Linguist
Point Trump tried to make we had missed,
Learned more after having hired a linguist,
To find out,
What about;
Trump apparently had been an abolitionist.

Jim Horn

Heard a Linguist

Heard A Linguist

Heard a linguist on Brian Williams Show,
(MSNBC)
Who had proven what we wanted to know;
With Trump associated;
Had been humiliated;
He has poor vocabulary and seems so slow.

Jim Horn

Linguist At a Beach

Linguist at a beach
dropping participle pants
revealing diphthong

''A Cunning Linguist Is My Romeo''

A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread

The Well Traveled Linguist

A ventriloquist there was named Monique
Who could make all of her body parts speak
   Her right hand did British
   Her left handled Yiddish
Down below she liked French and took Greek

The Linguist

The long glade rolls the lingering tongue                                                

The Cunning Linguist

Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, 
if those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a damn,
I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin notes, 
I am The Cunning Linguist spittin nifty antidotes,

that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles broke, 
hot

Revenge of the Cunning Linguist

Folks think I'm a 
nice guy, to a fault I 
guess I am, if those 
folks only knew 
deep down I'm tellin 
them to scram,

I'm tryin to keep my 
language clean like 
crispy Franklin 
notes, I am The 
Cunning Linguist 
spittin nifty 
antidotes,

that cross you up 
the Hardaway and 
leave ya ankles 
broke, hot feces

Return of the Cunning Linguist

People raise your 
glasses up as I 
propose a toast, for 
spittin thangs that 
do spit flame and 
grab ahold of folks,

with 2 hands open 
wide and poised to 
grab and hold ya 
throat, this peanut 
butter flow is hard 
to swallow; hope 
you choke.

I'm light years in the 
distance to a 
mental place I

Cunning Linguist

David seems to have the knack
Although he thinks he’s cursed
With the gift of tongues
He is exceedingly well versed

No language is a hurdle
To this fellows conversation
He can get his point across
To any man from any nation

But when it comes to ladies
Words are gibberish and random
He is tongue tied and he’s speechless
‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em

Cunning Linguist

Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, if 
those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a 
d@mn,

I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy 
Franklin notes, I am that cunning linguist spittin nifty 
antidotes,

that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles 
broke, hot

Tiny Linguist

In Baby’s Book we log
Her latest word—it’s “dog”’
She calls us each by it…
(I hope it doesn’t fit!)

Tiny Linguist

In Baby’s Book we log
Her latest word—it’s “dog”’
She calls us each by it…
(I hope it doesn’t fit!)

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