"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Categories:
misspellings, muse,
Form: Free verse
I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times
The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme.
Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with it's torn ridge spine ,misspellings and crooked lines ,
Reading the moment a daydreaming story teller and her poetic adventures began, such beginnings were mine
Categories:
misspellings, celebration, child, creation, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
If I but had the basic raw nerve and wit
I would show a few folks how to do it:
“Write a line or two with good rhythm and rhyme”
On Poetry Soup, however, that would be a crime!
We have some folks who write marvelous gibberish
If I may say, but, of course, I’m being somewhat devilish;
On the other hand, I have tried to understand their verse
Reading them frequently, they’ve gotten worse and worse!
Interestingly, they are convinced they write like William Shakespeare,
But truth is, nothing about their poorly-written, so-called, poetry is clear,
Misspellings, poor syntax, and lack of a discernible theme
Well, now, they make me throw up my hands and scream!
May I suggest, if you are remotely caring, get up to speed
Please, take time to read some great master poets, indeed!
This is a poetry site, or so I have been led to believe
And, with effort, writing good lines is easy to achieve.
Tossing random words onto a page willy-nilly
And calling it poetry, is simply plain silly!
Written December 27, 2021
60th on Poetry Soup's BEST NEW POEMS LIST
January 26, 2022
Categories:
misspellings, humorous, poetry, writing,
Form: Couplet
Love goes away quickly, without regrets, tears and farewells, leaving only insomnia and bleeding stanzas. Sloppily, hastily and haphazardly written lines: "Love's gone, leaving behind all i's dotted and all t's crossed”. Oh, how you’re rough, my draft! Misspellings, strikethrough vows of love, blacked out curses, female profiles in the margins, exclamation points, blots and ellipsises - ellipsises at the end of every line - the footprints of irreversible love...
crests zigzags lightings
asterisks that's how love went
into my poems
Categories:
misspellings, farewell, poetry,
Form: Haibun
Kill Da Wabbit (a low IQ non fat Haiku)
carrot hangs on branch
kill da wabbit kill da wabbit!
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit!
*Authors note: As you can see, the 5-7-5 haiku rules were broken here. (spelling rules also.) The author does not apologize. He is however, hiding from the haiku high command and related authorities. He extends his apologies only to Bugs for any incongruities to the facts of the story and any misspellings that may offend or cause confusion.
Categories:
misspellings, abuse, adventure, animal, celebrity,
Form: Haiku
What It Should Be
After I had awakened and then became dressed
Read your poem and how much I was impressed
Was so full of much spirit with vigor and vive
Made my mind and being become totally alive.
Might find a few misspellings' here and there
Never really did matter and less could care
You were venturesome in central theme
With power and authority reigning supreme.
Ideas formed, came together and did collect
Things once loose now easily would connect
Another thing about your poem I want to say
Is that it should soon be Poem of the Day.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
misspellings, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
Kill Da Wabbit (a low IQ non fat Haiku)
carrot hangs on branch
kill da wabbit kill da wabbit!
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit!
*Authors note: As you can see, the 5-7-5 haiku rules were broken here. (spelling rules also.) The author does not apologize. He is however, hiding from the haiku high command and related authorities. He extends his apologies only to Bugs for any incongruities to the facts of the story and any misspellings that may offend or cause confusion.
Categories:
misspellings, adventure, animal, character, education,
Form: Haiku
A plus. Black.
A. Black.
B plus. black
B. Black.
C plus. Black.
C. Black.
D. Red?
Why?
C is cool so black?
B is better so black?
A is awtstanding so black?
Why?
Is black ink xpensiv?
(misspellings are intended to convey a certain meaning)
Categories:
misspellings, angst, school,
Form: Free verse
HOW TO ALIGN A FINE LINE
Who can resist the pull of such a competition
Where the rules are so clear,
But the topic is like sex in the 60s revolution:
Filled with pitfalls but (yes, it was) - freer
Similar to the Argentine gaucho named Bruno
Who said well there’s one thing I do know
- Slang is fine,
Intentional misspellings are divine,
But a llama is numero uno.
And whose “who’s” is in question? Not mine!
Hey, they’re writing “their” over there
When it oughta be “they’re”.. . . Ok, Fine!
The effect of all this is to affect my degree of care
(And to effect a change in all poets, I hope).
Since mine is not a KNOCK-OUT of a poem
And I am certainly no dope
Nor am I a gnome from Nome or even Chomsky Noam
I hesitate to use the non-existent
Cringer word “irregardless” regardless
Of the consequences extant,
Or in future years countless.
………………………………………
Written by a nameless, talentless poet
For Nancy Jones’s Contest “Fine Line”
Categories:
misspellings, funny, on writing and
Form: Verse
My head feels like it's gonna' 'splode,
I use my poetry to unload,
I almost never write in code,
the truth, I find, a simpler mode.
The little tumor's just a node,
but, dude, I look just like a toad,
I didn't notice while it growed,
so now my world is wrought with woe'd.
(misspellings intentional, for dialect & humor)
©Danielle White
Categories:
misspellings, funny, health
Form: Light Verse
Failing Light
Come you not by faltering keyboard
Or the disastrous fandango’s of poetic minds
The niches and grand beaches of eloquent ink
Lost to us now
Mourned are such names
Who by inspiration alone delighted
Cut from swathes by idiotic stalks
Have ground their words to paltry dust
But beginnings must
And so in the crests and wallows of verbiage; retire and retreat
The willing light once was
But now written for better pages
We dream on to reach such articulate and enunciated heights
But fail
Fail; yes; in ramblings misspellings of art
With crude black marks of censorship reiterate such opinions
And become a convenient diary
Plagiarised without a dictionary
Poetry ?
Categories:
misspellings, hope, people
Form: Free verse
On writing and wirds
Misspellings and slurs
A contrived poem is like a woman in love she wants more than she deserves
and never gets enough
But seems satisfied with love if she has heart. there is two types of women one
cold and one hot. one gets love the love inside the other does not.
Guess which one ewe aer to me today
The one that loves the one that has the one that satisfies herself with me.
The ewe that feeds my love with kiss and want she is the one eye want yes ewe it
is ewe so hot for me mye want.
Mye dear roe deer she is ewe.
Categories:
misspellings, hope, life, love, people,
Form: Free verse