From Italian kitchens and Welsh poetic heights,
A champion’s mind takes flight tonight.
With ninety seconds on the clock,
He climbed the peak, Monadnock.
He spoke of stars, of Denebola's gleam,
An enthymeme left like a hidden dream.
From Brazilian Iguape trees that grow,
To Louisiana's historical Natchitoches flow.
He tasted sweet torrone on the tongue,
While Cajun fais-dodo songs were sung.
He braved an émeute, a riot loud,
To stand as a flaith before the crowd.
Beneath the sea, the
nannofossil sleeps,
While on the waves, the
tongkang leaps.
And where New Zealand’s borders meet the sea,
The red pohutukawa tree.
With letters woven, sharp and fast,
Thirty-two words from first to last,
Cywyddau rhythm in his stride—
He claimed the trophy with a scholar's pride.
Benign,
B
E
N
I
G
N
Benign.
Rough as in ruff,
Spelling can be tough
Though as in fro,
Just so you know
Bough as in how,
Seldom seen now
Cough as in doff,
Just laugh it off
Lough as in lock,
Spelling can rock
Enough!
Enough!
Enough!
written May 21, 2022
my friend cannot spell it is true
and was stuck on the word iq
when teacher did shout
before passing out
my library books overdue.
Locked in a tiny room like a thief
Doing hard labor beyond belief
Sitting on the throne
With a groan and moan
Concentrating on spelling relief
AP: 1st place 2020
PS featured in 2019
The morning of the spelling bee
I simply did not feel like me
The teacher said, to my surprise
“I think you must have butterflies”
So naturally I saw the nurse
Who looked inside and said “it’s worse”
I had to see a doctor soon
Inside of me was a cocoon!
The doctor came and peeked inside
A worried look he could not hide
“This is not good,” said Dr. Hiller
“The cocoon is now a Caterpillar!”
“But not to worry”, he did say
“Soon enough he’ll fly away”
“Does that make you feel better?”
No it doesn’t.
And that is the spelling bee that wasn’t.
"Playing the other day, I behold this man
Sky was cloudy and grey, he could use a fan
Held a locket. I think he wanted to sell
To fill his wallet and pocket to excel
Listened to a small voice, this looks like a crime
I made a choice, found a coin and flip a dime
Putting faith and trust it landed on its head
These peeps will do good, nothing happened." I said
“Gee, what transpired next?” said Rupee
“See, was during a spelling bee
Teacher, Miss Miller called on me
Asked me speller the word reptile
Being a little juvenile
Said with the happiest smile
I gave the words in a fast spree
Saying, ‘assume’
She frowned, and my A is a D
And that is my hyperbole”
Updated 5/14/2019
"Antidisestablishmentarianism" isn't the only long word I can spell.
I can also spell, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" as well.
Happily, I entered the class
I laughed with friends, but then alas
Joy was replaced with sudden fear
Knowing spelling bee time was here
Last time I had misspelled ADJOURNED
My tongue went dry, my stomach churned
Now one by one the others failed
ODYSEY... BROCOLI... UNVIELED...
Precisely feeling unprepared
Quizzes had always made me scared
Reading my word she called my name
She glared at me through horn-rimmed frames
Tracing her finger through the air
Under my breath I said a prayer
Vainly I pondered her request
Without a clue I blindly guessed
X-Y-L-O-T-O-M-Y
"Yes," she said. I had spelled it right!?
9/7/2016
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness:crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
**
This was fun, a collab with the crazy Missy :D!
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
I’d never heard those words before;
Their meanings were elusive.
To those upon the stage, such facts
Were merely inconclusive.
Derivations made it clear
Which letter groups were needed.
Concentration ruled – distractions
Vanished or receded.
Finalists competed with
Such fierce determination,
Anything but winning
Was a sorry consolation.
Yet gamely each one proved to be
Supportive and connected;
Though rivals, they could empathize
When someone was ejected.
I stayed up past eleven
‘Til the battle was concluded,
Delighting in the quiet joy
The champion exuded.
How wonderful that in this hi-tech
World where we are dwelling,
We still admire those rare souls
Who so excel at spelling!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Oh! I wish I could spell “weirdo”! It really bothers me.
Is it the “e” before the “i”, or the “i” before the “e”?
Now, if it was a German word, I wouldn’t have to try.
I know “ie” is always eee, and “ei”’s always eye.
It doesn’t have a Latin root, so that rule won’t apply …
It really has no hook at all that I can grab it by.
Yes! It’s good old Anglo-Saxon, full of grunts and mangled vowels.
They didn’t have to write it- they’d communicate with scowls.
No! I really can’t spell “weirdo”! Not to write, or speak, or sing …
So the only answer I can find is ... don’t use the bloomin’ thing!
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This problem cropped up when I wrote"Mum's Advice Ignored" ...
I'm usually quite a good speller!
Entered in Susan Burch's contest, "Ridiculous Self- exaggerations"
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