Acoustic Shadows 4-8-26 Craig Cornish
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Acoustic Shadows
As screen doors slam an audible footprint of sound
Echoes in phonics of ice in glasses
And tinkling bells of ice cream trucks.
The solstice ripens
Growing large in the splash of rainbirds
And telltale whirr of hummingbirds at feeders
As humidity buzzes, the breath of summer’s envoys
Sound out a boneless resonance
With chords that tease and tantalize
Alluring in fleeting notes hatching hazy inklings.
Haunting memories of a solstice oratorio renewed,
Veiled in the caress of a mirage,
Reverberate in noisy shimmers of Luna’s fullness.
Ripples of ghostly illusions speak in clues
Like bards of déjà vu
When sounds trickle down furrows of skin and soil
Leaving hints that foreshadow dusky shades
Recalling the hum of warmth in cold bones
And cues that foretell of the season of crickets.
With children, she do LOFT the lawn SOFT
Please the BOYS and girls of different JOYS
No wonder it's not HARDEN to care her GARDEN
Let us BLEND with good time FRIEND
Her DAY has come; each should have a SAY
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
But now.......
She sits in SHADE, happy and not AFRAID
Of the MOON waving the day bye SOON
Yet gives gbòsà in THREE to all under the TREE
You all make your HI silent supposed SIGH
What if you don't SHOW UP, think of such BACKUP
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
And so.........
She HOOK up, make new friends with her COOK
Definitely STRONG and YOUNG with people
Unimaginable WEAK trying to SEEK for whom
But hers is not of SUCH rather an awesome TOUCH
Created some NEW memories of TRUE label
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
Well............
I wrote these LYRICS but couldn't sing in PHONICS
Though I dey GALLANT for whoever got such TALENT
To help me fine-tune IT and make out a HIT
Out of THIS and his own inclusion at EASE
Saying HAPPY birthday in style so SNAPPY
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
I SHINE THAT LIGHT
Within myself I solely shine
Liken a beacon my soul so shines
I shine thee light I shines the light
Just a speck in the blacken void
Mine light shines ever so
I am the next of kin of phonics
Light up the glory
As they tell of my story
From glory to glory
I am Eye who shines the light
For in the pit of blackness
The darkness
I am I
I shines the Light
I shine the Light
I shine the Light
Ever so bright, I shine the light
I shine the Light, I shine the Light
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
I stand before the closed door hopin;
That it is unlock and that it will open;
Leaving the school of hard-knocks;
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Racing on the street and around the block;
Breathing air like a heathen addict;
Spitting out rhymes hooked phonics
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
One day, while my great grandpa
was having a bath in the basin
he wanted to know what time grammy
was supposed to stop by and visit that afternoon
my sister replied to him that
Grammy was coming here soon
but instead he said "spoon?"
my sister then repeated the word "soon" once again
but instead he said "stone?"
followed by the words:
cone, phone,
pool, school,
cool, moon,
comb and noon !
He kept on saying every word
that rhymed with the word "soon"
except for the actual word
Just as my sister hoisted her white phonics flag
his lips had finally blurted out the word "soon"
much to her exhaustion
When i died, hush bequeathed the Scrabble Board
The once weighty tomes floated off cramped shelves
Whilst married letters argued midst themselves
Phonics quivered sans the vowel adored
O' warm vowel with the prominent dot
Disarrayed lost words bowed their heads and cried
On that sonant solemn day when i died
Shrouding the dot with a forget-me-not
Ill-fated, O' How could i bear such strain
Replaced without heart in a scrabble game
From die to dye, opponents scored higher
Of y's bold encroachment on i's domain
And when i died in Craig, one must exclaim
Replaced by a y, does it create Ire?
Date: 11/04/23
I died poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Reading is a cinch, the lady bug said.
I plan to do it all day today and maybe tomorrow.
I don’t get it said five-year-old-Fred.
It brings me all kinds of anguish and sorrow.
Maybe you don’t do it right, the lady bug said.
You have to know your letters and sounds each makes.
Fred stared at the red dots of the lady bug’s head.
Is that all reading is? Is that all it takes?
It’s phonics, she replied. It’s not difficult you know.
Just memorize your letters, and reading is easy.
The sounds they make, Fred whispered down low.
You make it sound doable, fun and a bit breezy.
thought you were hooked on Phonics
you were being taught code word Saget
a week and a half till his fate you were hooked on Saget
had to feel some remorse the last guy who said it
Saget still hard on thought's it was hard not to go along with it
know one had a clue the conclusion of Bob was near
a sharp now Saget was clearer than ever and on the rise
Bob hearing the slip's of Saget i'm sure joggled his mind
the saga of the ongoing Saget came quickly to an end
it was over
sadly enough that week you were hooked on Saget
"Kaiser Jeff"
i grew up
(well...........
one hopefully
never grows up)
on hooked
on phonics
and being
dyslexic
to too
so it seems to me
that Kyser may
come from
German
descent
i don't know
but i know
he writes
decent
poetry
People often judge each other according to their speech.
Your accent or your dialect it seems sometimes can breach,
The barriers of some protocol causing them to question,
The digits found in your I.Q. or how much education,
Could be lacking in your life or what could be your station.
Should they include you in their clique perhaps repeat Pygmalion?
Of course! That's it! Oh let's begin!
Oh this will be such fun! We'll take her in, teach her to blend,
Remake her head to toe! Refine her speech and then we'll teach,
Her when to speak and how, through us she'll reach a station close to ours.
But when at last the work is done and they see their creation,
And it's time for your debut, a kind of graduation,
You find that all is all in vain, you've done less good than harm;
For underneath you are still you, your speech is half your charm.
Why not leave well enough alone, to thine own self be true;
For nowhere else in all the world is there another YOU.
Take a ballet slipper full of dancer’s blood,
A broken drop light and a lug wrench,
A Chevy fender splashed with bayou mud,
Your boyfriend shackled to his work bench.
Use a duck tape gag that’s labeled Gator Bait,
So only God will hear his dying wish.
Leave the swamp gate open, pour a drink and wait.
That’s how jealous Cajun women ghoti.
Hell hath no fury like a woman hooked on phonics.
I cannot put into words
how diabolical this task is – I simply can't hack it!
This morning I burst out crying
as I was wracking my brains trying to focus
and think of a form for this particular sponsor
now I’m going out of my mind with worry
It’s so horrific -
trying to work with a sprinkling of consonants
and using strict phonics
with an aim of making a witty work for folk to follow.
So I’m truly sorry
if you think that this long composition
is just a load of old codswallop!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
07/13/20
Her dress was wild with a colorful flare.
Her high heels were perfect as was her hair.
She was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Tee.
She was truly as cute as she could ever be.
When we heard her heels going click, click, click,
We knew our day would be greater, and slick.
She taught us our multiplication table.
Phonics, spelling, whatever she was able.
Mrs. Tee sometimes pops on my dreams.
Teaching me new concepts, busy as she seems.
most folks think
chinese or other
oriental languages
are difficult to learn
but in fact they're
monosyllabic
i love you
wo ai ni
it's english
that's messed up
and like a dead fish we
had hooked on phonics that
has made generations
not to know that there
is a difference between
your yore you're
where wear ware
wore war or
weir we're
and don't
forget
their
there
they're
stupid
Give me an a.
Add an N and a G.
Put on a B
Take off the G
Tack on a D.
Toss off the B.
Now you can add whatever letter
you want to the engine.
Sand, stand, gland, rand
Wonder why reading is so complicated?
But why are we not teaching phonics?
I am lying in my veins today looking at this
with concern…
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