Pressing a ball,
Will make it small.
Do not let someone fall
It is not a smart goal.
If you press a ball,
By exerting some force
The ball goes down,
We cannot make it round.
Putting someone down,
Does not give you crown
It can give depression
To the people around.
It creates fuss,
It disperses us.
Don't press someone
In your discussion,
Do not hurt them
Mentally or physically,
Sentimentally or orally.
Help others in need,
Offer kindness proactively.
Letters were mad hat interlopers
I cannot decipher them
Eeties at Hoppies
was my diction for
Sweets at Shops
when i was four
Its hard being a dyslexic
Oh boy I feel so out of it
with my younger sisters
picking it up so easily
I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone
but sometimes I miscued
I felt half baked
but my love of History became my bastion
Orally laid down by my Father
I had something to boast
to my peers about
Wisdom From the Throne
Here I sit all alone,
when a thought all my own,
strikes me with such surprise,
bringing tears to my eyes.
Poetry is the one occupation where the only way to the top is to
orally gratify people.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Knowledge is a treasure,
that accompanies its owner.
It is a power that commands respect.
It lives beyond it's possessor,
it's instrument is mightier than sword,
Raising human dignity among peers,
difficult to accumulate,
but easy to impart.
Not physical,
shown orally and in actions.
Knowledge is a golden medal,
once won, no one sees it.
It is proven through worth.
Known through actions,
no one dares disobey and still has it.
Indeed,
Knowledge is a treasure.
I have a propensity to write my feelings on paper.
My voice is silent orally.
My feelings locked down
When they are not oozing out of my eyes and cheeks.
I like to think they are put away safely in a
Velvet lined jewel-encrusted crypt, but they are not.
So I let them out onto a blank page with blue lines
And a pink stripe running down the side to show
Me where to start and stop which makes me laugh.
For I am always writing around the corners of a page
Over and under all the lines. I have a propensity to do that too.
I have an inkling that my feelings will be safer on
Paper, than down deep in that velvet crypt, for
Releasing them releases me.
And they don’t stay down long anyway,
Oozing out of my eyes and cheeks
Even when I am silent.
Sensuality of sounds
can only be found
when words
are passed on orally.
Immature boys
having a bully good time
Plenty wet towel fun ...
doing nude, verbal denigrating
It was just harmless locker room talk,
the unconcerned adults all said
Nothing to worry about,
the pampering voices cooed
Giving patronizing pats on the head
to those annoying,
ponytail ginger freckles in school
Insecure men
love having women
squirm under their thumbs,
office hours pinned
Mature females
moving nervously around
the water cooler
Hearing the misogynist sound
of gurgling testosterone
Bad boys engaging in locker room talk
on marble floors,
behind hallowed corporate doors
Simon Said boys,
taking their lemming lead
from male titans of industry
speaking lewdly —
About your mother, or my sister
Perhaps
our neighbor’s daughter,
undoubtedly
Locker room reprehensible speech
is carnal nasty linguistic imagery
Filthy locker room talk ...
lecherous verbal walk in the caveman dark
Misogynist tongues
gaslighting the feminine degradation spark
Broken circle of life,
bad boys learning how to abuse virgin girls
Abominable human sacrifice
being orally performed all around the world
The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour!
I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many an isle.
Drawn an arc whilst designing an ark.
I'm aurally embarrassed causing me to be orally harrassed!
My breath bated as I wait for the results of my baited trap.
I could be a bard if I wasn't barred from reciting my poems.
Based on advice by the chef of the day I know when I baste my joint it'll be okay.
Bow, beau and bow, I give up, what do I know?
What I do know is Mother Nature found Earth,
Made it her berth and gave birth to us all.
Well on homophones I've feasted, but, now I'm going to try some roast boar, and,
whilst eating I'm thinking and hoping you didn't find the first course a bore.
And not too corse else I'll really feel sore.
If you did? Don't brood as I've brewed ya a cuppa
to wash it all down! As I know y'all be asking for more.
Ah, my son is shouting, "The sun is shining please
take me out for the day"!
5/13/18
Premiere II - Open Poetry Contest sponsored by rob cormac
When I was a little boy,
I brooded day-to-day
Ever since I found out
I had my native tongue
violently taken away
Swore in my heart,
I would make my own language —
words only I knew the meaning of
Take the opaque warrior’s vocal signs,
and put an X for unknown
at the bend of the translation dead end
Smiley slave pretzel thoughts:
ice cold frowns twisted into warm oven grins
Webster catalogued the words which others made up,
mine’s no different ... no, not much
Nish told, vak tales
Denchie pose, talimaduchi farewells
Did you understand
any of those ... did you comprehend
the words I chose?
They are my linguistic jewels —
family owned ... orally ghetto grown
They are Robinson Coolsoul approved:
Webster say what!
Welcome to the zizi Thunderdome
J-ust speak your mind,
E-xpress with an open mouth;
M-ake it loud orally,
S-ay it to north and
S-outh
S-peak your mind freely,
A-llow the truth to overflow;
N-ever let the chance fade
I-nto the deep dark shadow.
C-hoose to talk with sense, leaving the devil's lies behind;
O-n the seventh of February, just speak your mind.
Plink. Plink.
Drip...
follows drop,
follows drip,
follows drop.
Plink. Plink.
Resolutely, incessantly,
each precious globule
snakes, languidly, along
labyrinthine tunnel.
Plink. Plink.
Seemingly-innocuous fluid
conveys crucial content
and necessary nourishment:
sole source of sustenance.
Plink. Plink.
Life-affirming droplets
are welcomed, eagerly, into
damaged vessel's system.
Plink. Plink.
Naught but air to pass lips,
"NBM" had been decreed.
Plink. Plink.
Temporarily,
but indelibly,
branded.
Plink. Plink.
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8 October 2017
NBM / Nil by Mouth is a medical instruction to prevent patients from consuming any food or water orally, often replaced by intravenous fluids.
Submitted to Julia Ward's "Your Favourite Free Verse Poem From October 2017 or November 2017" contest.
(2nd Place)
Entered in Butterfly Wings' "Could You, Please" contest.
(6th Place)
One who has less brain says ironically
Books are not have any intrinsically.
They make us stronger literally
Without physical exertion – orally.
They sing poet’s songs lyrically;
Draw their world before us graphically.
Solve our doubts and worries logistically.
Hence friends! Render books juristically
As downfall and success lay nominally.
P-ractice what you preach,
R-ight then and there;
E-xecute what you say,
C-reating a deed for the better.
I-t's nice to do what you tell,
O-nce and for all;
U-nless you walk the talk,
S-entence to deaf ears shall fall.
M-ay thirtieth early morn
H-ears all the words of wisdom;
A-pply them in your life,
E-very detail you obey what may come.
A-ll the things that you say
S-tipulate for an action;
U-se every opportunity,
N-ot ignoring other's expectation.
C-ontract to lead what you orally read
I-s against break or breach;
O-verwhelming prize you get,
N-ow that you practice what you preach.
The warning on a thermometer states
'do not use orally after using rectally'
listen, i'm not saying people are stupid,
but let them shove it and sort itself out
better said, 'do not stick where the
sun don't shine', you imbecilic ****'!
*if you are not 18, do not read it please??? Thanks buddy!*
Choosing not to have sex
Even though I lost my virginity already as it is
Living life, celebrating my celibate lifestyle...sex before marriage is a sin from beginnin' to end
I am not a player or a **** and don't say I'm one of those or something along those lines
Bright as the sun because I'm positively sure I'm HIV negative, so who gives a moose's poo
Ambarrasst to say the least...I did have it before marriage, but I'm orally talented...no dread added...I give head to my one and only lovahhhh
Tripping on sweets, tripping on slaying on fleek...I'm a jerk, nerd and a geek - I seek attention with my gratitude attitude
Every Time we decide to go to McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, Sam's Club, Tam's Burgers, Carl's Jr., Louisiana Fried Chicken (Pop Eyes), or wherever the hell we go to, we stick near each other's side, for I abide by your side and subside from everyone else's side...for I'm devoted to you! I'm faithful, I say it's true! I love you forever, though my future's a mighty blurrrrrrrr - so unsure, but celebrate the fact that I'm turning celibate for the one true love that I might be thinkin' of
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