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.
pen
pencil
or marker
chanting your voice
symphony of theatrical locus
orchestra of spherical phonetics
or music box
on soapbox
optics
scanned
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.
Ideas conveyed in trails of semantics
Or moving over horse and bars in gymnastics
Tumbling, rolling, scribbling phonetics
Reeling, shrilling, scorching like ballistics
Quibbling over ideas and reams of whims
Rattling odd stories of soul's whines and trims
Yours is the power over lines and grims
Absolution or redemption atop one's dreamed
old gym hymns
Horns of plenty, blowing sounds;
Caustic mines spitting rhymes;
Whispers stills phonetics spots;
Plural Graphic views at naught;
Radiant
How you a radiant person?
Someone who is radiant is so happy
Their happiness shows in their face radiant
Happy, glowing, ecstatic, joyful radiant
Beaming, brilliant, gleaming, glittering RADIANT
Glowing, incandescent, lustrous, resplendent.
RADIANT
10/25/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
28 Words Unspent
David J Walker
Each first verse
Revered
Within the confines
Of the wind
and time
unspent
a single chime
with no interpretation
lent
Each middle verse
muddled
befuddled
is a funny word to use
but true
though bent
Each last verse
Rehearsed in
phonetics conversed in
Mortal sins recited
One at a
Time to repent
28 words
Unheard
Held in a
Futures file
Each from a
Different style
Unsent
The last verse
Is the first
Before death
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
Cockney flower girl
snobbish phonetics tutor
opposites attract
I know the plural and singular of sheep is sheep but doesnt a shoop sound so good
Phonetics are best when you use silent letters G for Gnome and
p for pneumonia
Stand with your back to the lift door it really freaks the other occupants
and never pat the seat beside you on a bus as someone comes on board
Never take a sick day unless you are well enough to enjoy it
And why is Mr Sneeze the only misterman without arms
and what do you think a pikachu tastes like?
and finally......
Dont read this
.
Welcome to Kenya,
Where prisons make criminals more than not.
Where justice is read off papers na sio za constitution.
Where economy is simply taking money from one class to feed another one.
Where,
If the phonetics of our surnames don't click then bullets may,
Where,
Sheria ina mkono mrefu,
Uliza waswahili maanake.
Where,
Imebidi nifungue roho,
Kabla waifunge.
Where,
People die natural deaths because they saw things or heard things...
Where,
Democracy is simply a dictatorship of the elite.
Where,
In Nick Cannon's words
Election is simply choosing which gun you wanna shoot yourself with.
Welcome to the country where independence was simply a switch of the yoke.
Same old slave.
Just a different master.
Same old cries.
But really,does it matter?
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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.
CHRONIC MELANCHOLIC-IAN MUNYWE
You are a chronic melancholic,
critics` labels are emphatic.
Allegations rooted in phonetics,
assertions cemented in logic.
They often spark thoughts,
Am I a chronic melancholic?
With objective prejudice they device,
means ways methods of advice.
We must save this sinking case,
lest in society we lose our place.
To obfuscate truth to showcase farce,
and claim he is a chronic melancholic!
Devising potent mind solutions,
is a path I long ago chose.
One that is draining even tasking,
for there are too many goals.
Resist that burning urge,
to try champion change.
If not you as well,
will be a chronic melancholic!
WORD OF THE DAY: ETHICS
Science and Engineering have benefitted immensely from PHYSICS
Another major concept that has hastened aeronautics is KINETICS
But science is itself a noble profession with its values and ETHICS
Scientists are neither known for oratory prowess nor PHONETICS
Yet they have produced drugs that are as effective as ANESTHETICS
All these and many more were attained with or without AESTHETICS
© Wole Popoola 2016
Phonetics of hurt
Brimming passionately
Tears
Cascading my cheeks
Hope drowns blinding my
Visions
Heaving sigh crushing my chest
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