Long Phonetics Poems
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In our phonetics class of tongue-tasking
Students delight in pronunciation basking
Musk is distinct against mosque… just checking
And musk differs from mask; that’s so striking!
With definitions for queries, asking
“Can musking be right, when mask has masking?”
Yes, musk is common noun … now, scent, leaking
While Boy Musk is fresh from fish-smell stinking.
In science, musk is said for right picking
As good perfume in adventure trekking
Likewise used to treat and heal some aching
With medicinal aid for health’s waking.
For musk benefits* of mankind’s seeking
Such are favored to fight body-wrecking
That shouts “I’m alive, alert, still kicking…
Thank God for His grace; I praise Him, my King!**
*“Modern pharmacological studies have proven that musk possesses potent anti-inflammatory effects, neuroprotective effects, anti-cancer effects, antioxidant effects, etc. Moreover, muscone, the main active ingredient, possesses anti-inflammatory, neuroprotective, antioxidant, and other pharmacological effects.” Zoology, chemical composition, pharmacology, quality control and future perspective of Musk (Moschus): a review, June 19, 2021
** Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
January 17, 2023
8th place, "YOUR CHOICE AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; Judged on 2/21/2023.
A wind of gratitude is waving
River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
You are a relic in our memories
Posterity will always judge in your favor
A man of wisdom and valor.
You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
That fight had made us a proud generation.
Your were the torch of your mother,
Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
Great dreams stuck in the skull
If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
We have missed the great voice of an orator.
Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
We will love you until our hearts are no more
Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
You indeed are a founder.
We salute your charisma.
Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
We respect today.
Because it is your day.
Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
’Mo mo mo’’
We salute.
Cursive lines don’t always flow the same,
this sometimes brings a hiccup or hitch.
There are other ways to spell my name.
The sound’s like a sick and twisted game,
I have come to loathe this sudden switch.
Cursive lines don’t always flow the same.
When I begin to feel like placing blame
it tends to come off as a technical glitch.
There are other ways to spell my name.
A few of the letters just miss the aim,
phonetics lend a smeared apart pitch.
Cursive lines don’t always flow the same.
When I find an error I want to proclaim
‘I’m so sorry but I’m a bit more niche.
There are other ways to spell my name.’
Any translation of a language will reclaim
the identity that I was brought up with.
Cursive lines don’t always flow the same,
there are other ways to spell my name.
Shared atmosphere vapor trails in blank stares across a room so crowdedly desolate.
Always there, always filthy. Slideshows flicker like the magnavox eyes shuffle lid to lid, moment to moment as time fleets like dust shimmering in my heart. Always filthy.
Brought out of the infectiously swollen cardiac arrest, through the waters, so thick drowning with due care. Peeled back potential baking like hot glue amongst the weight of glory that was never there.
Love against the glass ceiling swimming above while the sharks swim below. Sinking into the black and blue that ensues carbonated lungs scream alone in the waves below a somber rock a bye into the phonetics, into the pride less afternoons wasted in silence.
Alone in the drink as all the hands let go awaiting always filthy waiting to sink out of mind and out of sight.
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'Poetry' haz been the foundation uv my 15plus(and counting)yearz uv the intense learn uv; who the sum know uv me, "English literature"!
Studying for an English Literature degree allows you to develop a thorough knowledge of literary history, theory, and criticism, and enhances your under- standing of a wide range of cultures and intellectual traditions. There are four main literary genres: poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and drama. < i'm like "Fruit Loops", i mix'm up ;)
Likewise, my hungry for the study uv werdz i found in those same 15years(and counting) yep, Linguistics: Which iz the scientific study of language and its structure, including the study of morphology, syntax, phonetics, and semantics.
Specific branches of linguistics include sociolinguistics, dialectology, psycholinguistics, computational linguistics, historical-comparative linguistics, and applied linguistics.
Types of Linguistics
Phonology: The sounds in a speech in cognitive terms.
Phonetics: The study of sounds in a speech in physical terms.
Syntax: The study of the formation and structure of sentences.
Semantics: The study of meanings.< i lover uv)
Morphology: The study of the formation of words. < mine mistress ')
I'm hoping that many will know these facts vide supra, are about
my passion...likewise, would not have any value to me if i could not
share it, az the documenters uv mine studies i mention here
vide supra have!
The main thing i've learned....PoetrySoup iz a great place to
share!
The one thing i want to share: "Words are az mandatory az
the kiss".."May every kiss
be different" ;)
WORDS
I came from the land of dumb
Where men could not express their thoughts through speech
But now, I find myself in this world
Where men can speak even with high pitch
But I wish I remained on the land of dumb
For Men of this world defy and abuse drum
They negligibly fail to scrutinize phonetics
The vocal tract paves way for residue,
Even after filtration in the mind.
Words catapulting people's dreams
Words that can make the zeal of the weak go blind
Words like arrows piercing hearts
Just for their eyes to witness blood flow like a stream
Words like poison, they put them in our glass of conversation
But I have found an antidote
They might speak,
But the words can't make us weak
Even if they do, ephemeral it will be
For talk is cheap.
I won't go back to the land of dumb
For I have found the key.
Simon started playing wheelchair basketball,
Aged twelve at a school community project,
And under coach Ian Laker accepted the call,
To play with London Titans so as to connect.
In 2008 he debuted at the Beijing Paralympics,
He and the GBR squad won the bronze medal,
And in 2009 they won with World Cup phonetics,
5th in the 2010 World Cup Championship pedal.
In 2013 at the Frankfurt European Champs,
Simon and his GBR team struck the top gold,
And then in 2015 at more European Champs,
Simon & co won yet another sparkling gold.
In Rio de Janeiro at the Paralympic Games,
The GBR basketball squad collected bronze,
A triumph for such an elite contest, no games,
Where the best is given by first class scions.
their bruises go
spent the whole day without using the
spent nearly a full day using the
Tried only talking in song titles
created silent phonetics
bet my eyes to stay shut
cant see them doing it
turned alight switch nearly off
or was it on
What does blue sound like
type the word as many times as you can
until your
try to design a seat if all my joints were inverted
how come there isn't a peace event in the Olympics- shooting boxing
humanity how you make me chuckle
Sometimes could watch that oil slick waterfall you created consume you all
if if it wasn't for kindness i would kill you all
what does the world look like for Taz
what flavour Pikachu
Pickled Rickily
Happy birthday Surprise
this is your you birthday party
stretch the freee with the ease of an e
for always got got
one just gone
Beatitudes for the Silent
Beatitudes for the ailing hearts
Gratitude for those who have been there from the start
Attitude from those who are willing to depart
Platitudes for those who just want to seem smart
Commendations for those who aren’t competing for validification
Inspiration on offer for she who is looking for elation
Co-modification of a profiteering person who is subverting the situation
Simplification of a narrative that is too complex for pronunciation
Limitations of my mind in terms of articulating conceptual theories
Imitations of mankind by artificial intelligence seems quite dreary
Complications of the refined while I am discarding Timothy Leary
Invocations of the defined as all this contemplation makes me weary
Overpopulation is ironic as we sit there isolated
Aggravation feels moronic as they can’t see the facts that have been stated
Admiration for the iconic statements that seem complicated
Defamation for the sardonic who seem to be elated
Aspirational implications for those in surplus of self belief
Exasperation for the rumination that propels you toward grief
Adaptational genetics of innovation that make you exclaim in disbelief
Congregational phonetics that have been designed by mischief
Resigned to fate I must deliberate on more contentious topics
Designed to hate the human race is self centred and myopic
Defined by love in some debates while writing a biopic
Inclined to state the truth I look for concentration that’s symbiotic
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Founder's day
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’
>’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
>The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
>You are a relic in our memories
>Posterity will always judge in your favor
>A man of wisdom and valor.
>You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
>That fight had made us a proud generation.
>Your were the torch of your mother,
>Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
>Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
> You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
>Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
>Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
>Great dreams stuck in the skull
>If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
>We have missed the great voice of an orator.
>Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
>We will love you until our hearts are no more
>Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
>You indeed are a founder.
>We salute your charisma.
>Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
>’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
>’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
>We respect today.
>Because it is your day.
>Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
>’’Mo mo mo’’
>We salute.