I try to mimic
your lisping speech—
because it's amusing,
because it's childlike,
because it's so unlike an adult,
because I never improve,
because you've married and moved away,
because we've become distant.
All I can do now
is imitate you
to get through
each day.
I’m stuttering on this facile analogy
Like I’m tripping on dubious morality
I’m lisping on my plain quizzicality
Like I’m limping on roads to tonality
I’m damaged.
A marred good with no return policy
I’ve bled alone to one too many fights
I’ve slept wide awake one too many nights
I’ve stared into oblivion one too many sights
I’ve chosen death to one too many plights
Save me,
I’ve sullied too many lives
I’ll lie to your face again
I’ll smile with no grief again
I’ll die to your words again
I’ll fly with no wings again
Leave me be.
I’ll dry your ocean eyes again
I’d wish my life color
I’d vie a stolen muller
I’d carve my own collar
I’d slit my neck in choler
You’d tempt me,
I’d fade in my own luster
It’s just that,
It’s hard to breathe these days
It’s sad that,
‘Languish’ is my ultimatum (huh), what a cliché’
And it’s worse that
I’m the cause of my own decay.
Fly in Haiku's wings
Drink the past's nectar sweet
Lisping songs it bring.
[As the proud owner of a tiny lisp - in which my ‘R’s
sometimes come out a little more like ‘W’s - I think I’m safe to post this?
No offence intended.]
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He told her he soon would be leaving the army
“So give us a kiss, cos you’re sending me barmy.”
She said, “What’s your name, then I’ll give you a kiss,”
“I’m Fweddy Fweeman,” he said with a lisp
She gave him a kiss which filled him with glee
He said, “Let us go and sit under that twee.”
They sat in the shade and he said, “You’re so pwitty,
I’ll be old and gway before you, more’s the pity,
so would you go out with an old lisping twooper?”
And she said , “I would because you’re fimply fooper.”
Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.
Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout.
I want to go to Jar Ducks Toffee, he said.
I thought he was lisping and he meant the coffee place.
The one I despise, because their coffee twists my bowels up.
After drinking stuff from this place I am in pain.
I cannot go there, I tell him.
I am sorry, I love you, but not that place.
He is surprised, because I am his grandma, and I love him.
And now there really is a Jar Ducks Toffee place here.
.
"mother"
shouted hern
from the center of
the hot summer's wet
ringlets drenched
stubby digits raking clear
her Betty Davis
eyne
"toss me the ring buoy"
she pleads
'Twuz i lisping
az hern
popped up
through the buoy
smiling
her excited
hern
alive
glithenin
Charmed, stunned…
That’s what you did!
My eyes are all in your pictures.
It’s a stealthy feeling.
“To play or be played”,
Both are my menacing games.
My druthers sound too high
But I wind up lisping your name.
Sylvester the Cat,
the lisping schemer, would get smashed flat
by Granny swinging her broom in a rage
when he tried to lunch on her bird in a cage.
Tweety Bird,
clever canary, spoke when danger occurred.
Inside his cage the wee, wary one sat
and said, “I tawt I taw a puddy tat!”
September 2, 2021
entered in the Cleritoons contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Single sexy stuttering simple sue,
Loved lean laughing lisping Lou,
She spoke softly slow sentences,
Lou lisped loud without pretences!
Often were out on romantic dates,
By heart and mind such good mates,
Joked and laughed their whole time,
Spoke in stutters and lisped in rhyme!
Said she one day in romantic note,
How do you likke mmmy leather coat?
He laughed lisped “ you loos fo dood!
By that he meant ‘you look so good!’
Days passed,they were ready to wed,
She wanted him one day in her bed,
She made the bold move and asked
If hhhe wwwould stay for breakfast?
He feigned a surprise with a smile,
He pretended about it for a while,
Then with a lisp he said “Yef, I fould!”
With that he meant “Yes! I would!”
That night together in love cocoon,
He opened all his heart to her soon,
To ‘suck’ with her was always his dream,
So she promptly took him out for an ice cream!
For those in love who stutter or lisp,
Here is a message, short and crisp,
If you want to say something inviting,
Do communicate your love, in writing!
Written 09/august/2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
It Sucks poetry contest!
Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks.
Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided by sad hammers and rioting tongs,
I soon shall fault all Earth and her tepid treats.
Not fresh world's trending fashion’s catalogues,
Nor its luring vogues in their cyclic monologues,
Shall this last pilgrim's going even slightly delay;
All men’s warmth unwanted obstacle in my way.
Thievish night's erstwhile dreaded gloom
Shan’t prove such a feared quieting tomb,
For her dusky shroud may better warmth
Spell than all sluttish breath's jaded cloth.
I’ll gradually disdain these slow-turning rounds,
And slowly uninterestedly rise to stiller grounds.
.
When I was little
I’d look down
and i'd
see hern tiny
her auburn flowing tresses
the pixy’s eyne beaming staring up
her trembling
lips lisping longing
for mine kiss
When I was little
I’d feel hern pixy cute
when 'gainst mine chest
hern nymph’s
warm
When I was little
I looked down into hern tiny
and promised her
my love
His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing
When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping
So the town gave him this nickname
Sad epitaph to his fateful fame
They say shame is our deepest sorrow
Those who have it, dread every tomorrow
He was homeless yet some let him in
A lonely, troubled fella with no known kin
Nothing ever worked as hard as he'd try
His head always down as he'd pass you by
Although he'd found Chrissy's lost kitten
Some in our town became quite smitten
He rushed in on the hardware store fire
In reward, he became the unofficial town crier
They found him one cold morning, so sad a farewell
All curled up in his street side stairwell
They said there was nothing anyone could do
Tragically, Bob's real story, nobody knew
This happens sometimes with people we see
But that doesn't mean it's the way it must be
Chewed promises, butter veiled short comings
Musky frame, gentle embrace quite soon
When captor salaciously swings
Ego plunged like deflated balloon
Stock ignored for lisping with a sound wing
In agora of beings, selector loon
Shows how step to moon, mankind reached summit
At acme, primal drive tests our limits
Letters wait in grey clouds
Loving lilting lisping
Looking for the rhymes of
Lovely leaves of olive
Lungs relaxed in blue breath
Laughing cups of pink time
Longing for a lush rain
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April 16, 2017
Pleiades L contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
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