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W?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k'sp?l??
alternately titled fun with phonics
'?lt?rn?tli 'ta?t?ld f?n w?ð 'f?n?ks
analogous when like first learning how to spell American English words
?'næl?g?s w?n la?k f?rst 'l?rn?? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
I thought to feign not knowing how to spell American English words
A? ??t tu fe?n n?t 'no??? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
and quickly realized the daunting task,
Ænd 'kw?kli 'ri??la?zd ð? 'd?nt?? tæsk,
thus sought magnanimity, gratuity, courtesy...
Google search (phonetic transcription of words) to assist me
Ð?s s?t magnanimity, gr?'tu?ti, 'k?rt?si..
'gug?l s?r? (f?'n?t?k ?træn'skr?p??n ?v w?rdz) tu ?'s?st mi
Words spelled correct versus phonetic spelling
(the latter appended after poem concludes).
Thus now begins feeble attempt
to render rhyme for no reason
appended with phonetic translation
mainly as playful tease zen
synonymous imagining teaching
said exercise to eager children
reminding readers that young
and restless with spotty attention
hear spoken word while in utero,
post natal, subsequently when
he/she parrots parent(s) and/or
guardian, a more deliberate yen
arises to acquire greater cognition,
intuition, question (quest ja hen)
quickly devolving into faux ken
barbed riotous laughter analogous
trying wits of patient comedian/
comedienne resorting quite often
to repetition, remonstration,
reiteration... which frustration
might necessitate taking ten,
or so minutes of intermission
mindful mentor praises pen
ultimate verbal adroit ability
earning healthy treat for recitation,
perhaps recipient exceptionally
eager to advance passing golden
milestone able, ready, and will len
to tackle writing correct spelling,
whence learning to hold pen(cil)
(without being vain) begin men
till process, which next step den
allows, enables and provides sen
sit heave hands on guidance
helping preschooler - all liven
and well with enthusiasm clutch
writing implement fingers open
before gently grasping above ren
during kudos with an amen.
I'm sleeping banana leaves
Who sprout at your summon
For every liquid led onto my sleeves
I'm a wandering savannah breeze
long gone, at your beck..
shelters 'r abode from heat, lays you with warmth
I am a Manky lanky little corgi
who barks at ur call
for every liquid that bled onto your tongue
I'm a saney pacific ocean
would pacify your appeal
eventhough I'm that menace of salty flood
I'm a naughty hinglish slave
who enjoys every slash and splash
of drowsy-rage I cleanse at your wrath
I'm a wimpy castrated eunuch
I do know what it is to crave pain
And feel guilt from ones you most envied
I'm a randy fanny scavenger
would rather die by sliced flesh( a pound for you)
than watch u bleed from your naked fingers
I'm a livable and inseparable day and night
would be sorry when i appear in sleeps
And nowhere to be found during your wake
I'm a lonely forgettable yesterday
would be your memories
even when not with you in the farthest future
I'm a skeptic unwelcomed vandal
would make you aware of my scandal
damages I 'ld cause to us and ways to solve 'em
I'm this shady pool of words
fetch them from my lips
and I 'ld never abstain from your plight
I am a reliable and forgivable adam
Would betray you conventionally
Cos you have a heart which forgives me
I'm our sizeable and amiable human
Who give these memories
And take them with a kiss when I leave
I'm their crude revelatory dream
Would like you to hold on to me tight
Eye to eye, detect my lies
I'm your little irreplaceable Mr.right
Whenever you leave for tomorrow
Tell your spouse I was never wrong but only at night
I'm a lovely and beautiful you
You 've been that pride of living
Need I say my strength, weakness and muse
I'm your only and inconsistent world
Those aliens may come
What 'ld you tell them?
WHAT ONE ACT
OF TRUE LOVE
HAVE I DONE
THAT WILL
INDICATE
GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS
ONLY SON THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM
SHOULD NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE
AND
DEMON
STRATE
MY DEEP
AND
ABIDING
LOVE
FOR
GOD'S
WOR
LD?
09112018PoSoupContest, Picture It, Maureen McGreavy
0n th1s br1ght early m0rn1ng, 1 s00n see
h0w l1fe's gr1m gl0w can s1gh such gl00m 1n me,
Th0ugh catb1rds s1ng w1th a s0ft ch1m1ng fl0w,
n0 t1m1d m00n w1ll 0utsh1ne my tableau.
N0 stark wh1n1ng s0unds 1n small plast1c r00ms,
wh0 sp1t b1nate c0de 1n 1ntr1gu1ng spumes,
kn0ws 1f 1t st1lls the l0ve 1ns1de 0f me
as d0 1r1s g0ld, 0r f1elds 0f l1ly.
0f l1fe's thr1lls, n0t 0ne mach1ne w1ll perce1ve,
(f0r, 1t 1s wr1t, that G0d m0lded th1s s0ul),
n0r gr1n w1th j0yful sm1les, l0ve 0r bel1eve,
when, n0w, w1th1n 0ur m1nds, l1fe 1s the g0al.
If ones and zeros come up with a sum,
I wonder... 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01000111 01101111 01100100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101100 01100111 01101111 01110010 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101101?
10/14/2018
w?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k 'sp?l??
Ð?s na? b?'g?nz 'fib?l ?'t?mpt
tu 'r?nd?r ra?m f?r no? 'riz?n
?'p?nd?d w?ð f?'n?t?k træn'zle???n
'me?nli æz 'ple?f?l tiz z?n
s?'n?n?m?s ?'mæ??n?? 'ti???
s?d '?ks?r?sa?z tu 'ig?r '??ldr?n
ri'ma?nd?? 'rid?rz ðæt j??
ænd 'r?stl?s w?ð 'sp?ti ?'t?n??n
hir 'spo?k?n w?rd wa?l ?n 'jut?ro?,
po?st 'ne?t?l, 's?bs?kw?ntli w?n
hi/?i 'p?r?ts 'p?r?nt(?s) ænd/?r
'g?rdi?n, ? m?r d?'l?b(?)r?t j?n
?'ra?z?z tu ?'kwa??r 'gre?t?r k?g'n???n,
??ntu'???n, 'kw?s??n (kw?st j? h?n)
'kw?kli d?'v?lv?? '?ntu f?ks k?n
b?rbd 'ra??t?s 'læft?r ?'næl?g?s
'tra??? w?ts ?v 'pe???nt k?'midi?n/
k??midi'?n r?'z?rt?? kwa?t '?f?n
tu ?r?p?'t???n, remonstration,
ri??t?'re???n... w?? fr?'stre???n
ma?t n?'s?s??te?t 'te?k?? t?n,
?r so? 'm?n?ts ?v ??nt?r'm???n
'ma?ndf?l 'm?n?t?r 'pre?z?z p?n
'?lt?m?t 'v?rb?l ?'dr??t ?'b?l?ti
'?rn?? 'h?l?i trit f?r ?r?s?'te???n,
p?r'hæps r?'s?pi?nt ?k's?p??n?li
'ig?r tu ?d'væns 'pæs?? 'go?ld?n
'ma?l?sto?n 'e?b?l, 'r?di, ænd w?l l?n
tu 'tæk?l 'ra?t?? k?'r?kt 'sp?l??,
w?ns 'l?rn?? tu ho?ld p?n(cil)
(w?'?a?t 'bi?? ve?n) b?'g?n m?n
t?l 'pr??s?s, w?? n?kst st?p d?n
?'la?z, ?'ne?b?lz ænd pr?'va?dz s?n
s?t hiv hændz ?n 'ga?d?ns
'h?lp?? 'pri?skul?r - ?l 'la?v?n
ænd w?l w?ð ?n'?uzi?æz?m kl??
'ra?t?? '?mpl?m?nt 'f??g?rz 'o?p?n
b?'f?r '??ntli 'græsp?? ?'b?v r?n
'd?r?? 'kudo?s w?ð ?n e?'m?n.
you are in your car
you’re Mrs Albert Camus
taking that last
train ride he never took
an envelope steering about your
jiggering fingers hesitant scared
of being committed to the mail
you’re the muffler guy driving your mudmade
stationwagon with backbigend
dragging like a pensionedoff
bellydancer’s rump with rhinestone shale of cirro
cumulus dustcloud dirt roads selling wormy turnips
to anyone who’ll listen
mouthing mail chute an abyss a sound
a leap of faith an absurd essay for meaning
so u turn
& turn again about & she’s gone
surely as if it were she lost to some random automobile
and not you to the attempt
Thanks to Rockabilly being wed to R & B,
History changed drastically when Rock became mainstream.
Elvis crooned and moved his hips. Girls began to scream.
Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire – sang out Jerry Lee.
Old folks didn't like to think that Rock was here to stay.
Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens: Color didn’t matter.
Drifting into Swinging 60’s, new styles had their day.
Even those who sang Folk Rock got a lot of chatter,
Not to mention Britain’s Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
A lot of singers made it big, at times inspiring clones.
Getting high on LSD went along with Psychedelic Rock.
Era-ending were performances at famed Woodstock.
Oh, how tragic was the loss of Hendrix, Joplin; Morrison too.
From then on, Rock kept changing as its fan base grew.
Memories I have as best are from the early Seventies.
Ubiquitous were bell bottoms, and you could still see hippies.
Singles of Kinks' "Lola," the Eagles' or 3 Dog Night's songs, and more
I’d go out and buy. I also liked some Soft Rock like Badfinger or Bread.
Colorful was my world. Then Disco came. The 70’s was dead!
THE DRUNK
It’s kinda nice -
thet aste,
thebuzz, th e life
Ok, I ofte n falldo wn
. . . big deal
Can’t rem em ber
things likewhen
I’m sup posed
to startmyjob
My wifeget s ang ry
Why? No moneyleft
for the re nt
or the gas bill
and so o n
But hey, I get to sit in alleys and talk with my buddies about world matters
We shout sometimes in heightened realization that the world is replete with
Useless people like politicians, oligarchs, lawyers, policemen, taxidrivers
Who won’t stop for you when
you’re
swaying
at the
kerb
outside
the bar. . .
. . . guys the
world cou ld do
w ithout, eh?
Pain s in myback
sometim es
wifesays it’s liver
but I thin k
it’s thatjob of mine
What do es
she kn ow?
I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls,
My uncle living abroad had gifted it which I held as most dear.
More than anything I treasured it, and my friends envied me.
They always rallied round just to see and hold it in their hands.
I carried it wherever I went and always slept clutching it.
With its possession, to my parents, I made no more demands.
She looked so pretty in flitting blue eyes and ponytail.
Though lifeless and a mere toy, she was my all.
We were always together, so inseparable.
But as time skipped, she no more held me in thrall.
I slowly got over my obsession with toys and trinkets.
My bond with the doll grew thinner, I had diverse engagements.
I no more cared for my doll; it lay neglected in some dusty corner.
Seasons rolled and years speeded by, and life took new alignments.
I knew the annual clean-up of my house was long overdue.
Moving the trash, I saw my old doll in a junk box made of plywood.
The very sight of it brought a surge of sweeping emotions in me
Dusting it, I locked it up in my cabinet, a sweet reminder of my childhood!
I cried at that time. I still remember. Then I forgot,
This was because within no time a better one I got;
Better one, the elders said, but, did I truly feel so?
Anyway, by way of fun frolics, I did let things go;
On and off, yet, that little doll of mine flashed in my head,
Smiled for a while...! Left...! In my mind, a sad shadow did spread...!
In my school days when a pencil or eraser I lost,
She crossed in and smiled and made me frost and mentally tossed;
When any little flower I loved suddenly faded,
She crept in and smiled; but, my joy canvas got coal shaded;
When precious friends entered my life and, by way, moved away,
She came out of the blue and made my mood of sadness sway...!
She was in at my mother's death and at my dad's demise,
Sat smiling midst my unknown implicit heart-rending cries;
In the form of my darling, yet, for life-long she entered,
My existence got a new meaning and turned joy-centered;
Now, that, she too is gone, soon she's in, filled with a broad smile,
Is it to tell me, with life's changes, I should reconcile...???
18 June 2023
The Lost Doll Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
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