the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink
so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb
still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek
but before I become too tongue-tied
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted
and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits
that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones
I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue
© Goode Guy 2011-07-04
In life, I carry with me, love,
Love that has swayed a thousand racial differences with pace,
Angered by humanity's crazy racial crave;
I die in words to rattle discrimination in race
Of human of many paintings but in one hole do creep.
Was the painter too foolish to paint White, Black and Grey
Or in his ancient mastery something significant did slip?
That made Him paint White and Black instead of only grey
Human I believe had lost it all
In his quest for color dominance and power,
Hatred infiltrated and in us grew tall
And gently, it marred our love beyond regaining tower
Detest now in us lingers, but my words do pray
That painter's wisdom might to us drip one day
For the contest:"Along the road of life,I carry with me"
I don’t say because I don’t want to say
Talking is a game I don’t want to play
I don’t say because my words last
I don’t say because you don’t ask.
It’s the silence I give that says the most to you
I don’t wasn’t to chat, don’t want to boast to you
I don’t want to talk, or take your time
Why don’t you ignore me, pretend I’m a mime.
I’m not looking for sympathy, pity, or gossip
I never even asked, so right now just stop this
I don’t want to talk back then, tomorrow, or today
How about instead of talking, I just don’t say.
It’s the words that you drabble that I don’t give, I don’t take.
For me, it’s simple silence that I would rather make
So if you ask me whatever, I won’t tell you, okay?
Don’t talk, don’t listen, don’t ask, don’t say.
Let your words always be sincere
Not abrasive words bent to inflame or cause dissension;
Often, man spews forth words as heat seeking missiles,
Enlisting the tongue for their launching pad;
Forgo the rhetoric that has no usefulness
beyond invading the silence of my space;
Black clouds surround us,
As we lose our sense of focus.
Loud thunder shakes us,
A darkness we must endure.
A scorching fire burns our feet,
A shivering breeze colds my seat.
The sharpest of blades slits my wrists,
The hottest of blazes stings my fists.
The deepest of oceans causes my drowning,
My darkest of actions causes their frowning.
The sound of a whip,
Less frightening than the words from my lip.
The slice of a sword,
Less deadly than my mightiest of roars.
The vibration of thunder,
Less extreme than my need to plunder.
And my power of fire,
Less painful than their words to me, "liar, liar, liar".
What is a hyphenated word?
A written impression?
An expression of discourse?
Defamation redefined?
At fault when it is labeled as hate?
What are words when they change
to play a different game,
to make it more palatable,
yet,
the meaning remains unchanged?
The use of hyphenated words,
politically correct hate.
Author Note:
The use of hyphenated words such as the N-word has become an acceptable alternative in
discussions related to racial slurs. I fail to understand how this is tolerated when the word
has the same meaning and should have the same impact as unacceptable under any
condition.
My heart fights to be kind.
It is what you will find.
For it is the way of my mind.
Even if you may be unkind,
For this makes my soul, unbind.
Even if you ever make me unwind,
All my words will be placed and lined.
However, your mind may be entwined.
My secret is to keep my mouth blind.
With strong English words inclined.
No foul language will ever be mined.
For I would rather be so defined,
Not looking forward to being maligned,
Then be gentle and kind to all humankind.
It seems that all I hear is bleep
Hatred not meant to keep
Bleep bleep bleep
All those words stuck in your brain
You want to have them stop saying those names
Like bleep bleep bleep
When bleep isn’t even a bleep word
All the bleep words aren’t absurd
Its just bleep bleep bleep
All I hear is bleep bleep bleep
Stop the bleeping bleep bleep bleeeeep!
Once there was a man that thought he could write.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight.
Only he knew; weathered writes that could define.
Not of madness or failure or even that of wine,
He studied persons that flowed around his state.
Not criticizing or judging, learning from the wait.
His thoughts and words sometimes thought raw.
His mind hiding secrets though never to fall,
His findings revealed; a secret everyone held.
Without a secret, no life would be compelled.
Each human has a Devil and Angel that hides.
Which one wins the battle to which all confides?
When the words fly outward from within his soul,
Holding reprimands of dysfunction without any goal.
Was he a writer, poet, philosopher not so trite.
What feelings drove him in his positioned flight?
His mind wondered in and out of existence defined.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight combined.
I wish I could speak the words I may not speak
Word I hold up inside,
They cripple me ever weak.
I wish I could have a listener, not a judge.
As I carry this cross, This path, Oh so long I ever trudge.
Feelings I can't put in speech,
I spell them out on this sheet.
These words I may never speak,
I use it to my advantage,
Make my creativity rise to it's peak.