Long Lifelanguage Poems

The Vernacular

The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions 
Sometimes my language is macabre 

For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringings;
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken form.

I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With a instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing

Would become an elogent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That read my work consuming each morsel