Long Phonetic Poems

The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa naalam kari (K245)

“The teeming earth's vast realm, round which the...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped and sang the alphabet into life
our life, our joy, our...

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Ah...herewith ma usual
     dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering 
     doggerel wordsmith,
     who now writes...
     so here's...

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Mnemonic Devices: Rhyme and Alliteration in the THIRUKKURAL, a random example: Canto 4, K35 by T. Wignesan

alukkaaru avaavekuli innaacchol naangkum
ilukkaa iyanrathu aram (refined, shorn of connective particles)
The way of vileness, self-congratulatory aid, ire and foul-mouthing...

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"O Witless Quill"




O witless quill
sharply dipped in smiles leering
joust they your words
on their egos competing
galloping black stallions, see them fall
shiny armour felled knights
and petulant proud Queens now all shiny amour, in their saddles riding

Merry rogers
Merry...

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I am paradise when my heart sings with riddles that only understood by the responding heart...
I am the rocket only when my emotions backfires the truth that has never been told before...
I am the calabash...

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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...

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to...

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to...

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Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.

How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.

A sneer on the mental...

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 Is tomorrow the end of March or the beginning of April April one or March 32 the 
way to approach the online scenario is to make...

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I have just reached the end of the school year
giving my last lesson to the last group, as it were
Unlike before, not quite content with what has been done
on whom would I put the blame...

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When I was only just school age,  
My dad became very serious once, 
As he was a fundamentalist Christian, 
And wanted to know how I was forming my words. 

When he asked how I...

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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...

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   Type these questions(vide infra, exactly...you'll be entertained) on Google(no dictionary.com) simply type in on Google's 'search bar' mine fellows...why for instance; try looking up Senryu or Monoku, y'all will not find them...

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Loves me, Loves me not?
Loves me, Loves me not?
Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals!
Counting the fingers and toes
of a poet, is ever so biased as well!
My dear, do you pluck me...

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Looking back helplessly 
at every foible like Epimetheus. 
Born like a weed in the steamy morning,
I was an aimless crude creature spinning
flamboyant cobwebs like a confident fool.
I slathered prismatic patterns, grinning like a jester. 
Then,...

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if the poem tastes too sweet
add a pinch of salt

if the poem tickles you
wear medieval armour

if the poem hits a nerve
numb yourself into submission

if the poem scratches you
place gloves upon its hands

if the poem is...

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This is a tribute to Miss Mary Lou Redd
who met me in my time of greatest need.
Family Days became Davis Family instead
when she began to teach me how to read.

By fourth grade year I ceased...

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Brother and sister crickets please recognize grasshoppers, 
katydids, and locusts as part of well schooled, politely 
ordered named league known as Orthoptera, (pronounced 
or th hop tara), which means 'straight wings'), and make 
sounds of...

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Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce

Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the...

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Like the lost sounds of evening bells 
The voices of children pealing 
The last lie of innocence in papyrus away; 
Not the baubled brook in joy; 
The rinsing screams soliciting crude customs back, 
Spreading phonetic...

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Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me

And yes, I adore them best without any tautology

Caressing my psyche causing me to purr

Evoking emotions I never knew...

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*Author's note: Derakht is the phonetic Latinized spelling of the Persian word for tree.


How many weary travelers have you shaded?
How many private conversations---
between lovers, between friends---
have you overheard?
And how many birds
and all their broods
have called...

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she has stars for eyebrows
her phonetic smile says so much more
tightly wrapped in the grey gaunt gauze of daylight
eyes still closed
i wait arms breadth away for her
to breath
to open
while mind touches upon her journey
while pieces...

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