#spelling
pretty bìrd§íng!
fl°werbells rīng!
həy diⁿg a dıng!
¡sweet lovers spring!
e̶i̶g̶h̶t̶y̶ ̶d̶e̶g̶r̶e̶e̶s̶ 80°
with a BIG sneeze
buds ßurstinBees
ın a warm brease
the snulight 🅑🅡🅘🅖🅗🅣
Is blinding light
The fly in flyte
l👀ks for some shyte
li'l doggiez walk
on ǝpᴉswalk chalk
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
Trying to tease out the pangram
from BLNFIOE
before I can begin my day
what could it be?
bellefino - an Italian sherry
lifebone - don't we all need a lifebone
fonebill - alternate spelling
bonefill - an archaelogical process
bonnelife - ancient Scots greeting
boonfile - archaic term for a will
nibbleoff - polite cake eating contest
lionbeef - forbidden meat
beefloin - see above
folbine - I got nothing
come on man
I don't have all day!
(are you sure about that)
grease the brain
cells with
coffee
and then it came to me
~~~~~~~~~
(no spoilers)
and some people say
I have too much
time
on my hands
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Brits, with their 'colour' and 'favour',
Hold their spellings in high savour.
But across the pond, Americans say,
Why use a 'u' when it can be cast away?
'Organize' they cry, and 'realize' too,
With 'zeds' replaced by 'zees' to make it all new.
‘Catalogue’ trimmed to ‘catalog,’ for ease and for haste,
While ‘theatre’ turns to ‘theater’ with no time to waste.
So here's to the quirks of the English tongue,
Two ways to write, both right and wrong.
Lazy or not, it’s diversity’s spice,
Making our language a tad more precise.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Often,
Lust
Over
Veritable
Empathy
Doesn't work out,
The way we,
Wishing
Any
Numerical
Treasure
It to.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC
Language is a gably thing,
One can gister words as they go;
Cacophony of sounds we set meanings with,
Leaving me flummoxed every time I unwreathe.
Sesquipedalian, dollipling, mollycoddle
Do these quixotic words truly exist?
Wattucturic, rigmarole, dorizating
Naf, won’t tell you which is which.
Maybe words do not aim to bamboozle,
But some are too choorlish to have been born;
Reminds me of how whimsical humanity is,
Passing on wanches that spell like these.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC
word worrier
word wanderer
caught impossible
thought entirely
lexicographer extraordinaire
except for those I’m dumb on
like Floccinaucinihilipilification
which could mean
anythang x
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
If spelling was a marathon,
you tripped over on
the first step..
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
Life is a poem
Of metaphors
And accidental
Speling mistakes.
But what is life if we don't learn.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
If you didn't know her very well then you would
think she's just another stereotypical girl
that's where you're mistaken in so many ways
here is how I view this mysterious girl
with a small and petite frame
any dress she wears fits her like a glove
soft and snug as she slips on a red dress that did her justice
highlighting every curve
Don't even get me started on how this girl honestly doesn't need any makeup
for her beauty is internal
radiant, loving and beautiful are the three words I think of immediately
when her name is spoken aloud
the way I'd describe the color of her eyes is mesmerizing.
from afar, you'd think that they were a regular brown color.
''It isn't until you get the chance to actually talk to her. Then you realize how oh so wrong you were''
Alluring dark brown eyes
Outlined by long, full eyelashes, and above are her arched eyebrows.
she had long voluminous dark hair that was the color of the midnight sky
which framed her face perfectly
Although on some days, it could appear unkept
or messy, but it didn't matter. To me, she was beautiful no matter how her hair looked.''
she didn't need to dye it any other color
for it's a reflection of her Latin roots
her personality is like a little kid at heart
she's so spontaneous
wanting to travel and experience new things and meet new people
It's so exciting to see that the little things that make her happy
For example, the way she sings at the top of her lungs
When her favorite song comes on the radio
Gets that certain glint in her eyes
I honestly can't decide if that glint reflects playfulness or adventure
either way, I love it
Her thirst for knowledge
Wanting to know different things
Sometimes she tends to let her mind wander
going from one subject to the next one
But if something really captures her interest
then she’ll do everything in her power to know anything and everything about the subject
The way she loves someone is truly like no other
It’s not about the gifts or the gesture's
the staying up until sunrise
to make something heartfelt or write a paragraph
it all depends on how long you’ve known her and two other factors
and you’ll be able to tell if she loves you and cares
look at her actions they speak more volumes than words do
last but certainly not least is how much she thrives off of her alone time
It’s nothing personal
But she loves having time to herself
time to recharge so to speak
from the world around her
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
A shiny loose tooth
Is something people can lose
Vice Versa? NO!
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
***Appreciate people
for
pronouncing wrong,
They might
be
avid readers.***
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
***Appreciate people
for
spelling mistakes,
They might
be
good listeners.***
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
I once believed spelling was important.
But that's just stupit.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
*Who understands the frustrations of using spell check on the phone?
Me I do.
My smart phone isn't very smart,
it types words that I would never use.
Some people are very rude,
they judge me because of a typo.
Hahaha!
I think that some people are just
too judgemental
to allow such a thing to go
without giving demeaning criticism.
It's not fair because it's not my fault the phone is programmed to work the way it does.
How I am the error or the stupid one
if I have tried to change the spelling yet the phone still types for me?
Sometimes it works and has a beautiful sway,
other times it choaks my poetic flow
goes the other way.
But there's no call for rude comments,
what did I do to you?
It must be your personal issues,
has nothing to do with me.
There only typos,
they won't bite you
or cause you cancer.
You don't have to stop by my space and throw it in my face.
You are a childish person to think
it was okay.
Also I am disabled
and I have learned to love my mistakes.
Why don't you try being autistic and suffer from a movement disorder on top of muscle dystrophy?
You think it's easy for me? Hahaha
I am proud to say "yes I make spelling errors like everyone else does once in a awhile."
I bet you started out with horrible spelling,
you had to because you had to learn just like the rest of us.
You are no different than anyone else.
I hope you feel better about yourself someday.
I wish you the best.
Maybe you need a hug.*
© By Amanda Shelton
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
my spelling has been rather poor of late
from the words some letters were omitted
this day I shall not goof up on my slate
those grave mistakes won't be permitted
a friend did tell me to smarten my act
she said she'd observed so many errors
in my compositions this be a fact
she stated that I must stop these terrors
by employing greater concentration
on applying my pen to my lines
exact spelling is a good validation
using this tested way I'll not get fines
to-day no letters have been forgotten
henceforth my pages won't be so rotten
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
I have mistaken you, for the great wielder of language, that in the times of Caesar my father, my hero, the castle builder in mid-century medieval Spain, he was not. Painting mustard seeds and his mistake, bulbs of garlic for warding off the blood-suckers, I don't think it was his intention, but he could paint potatoes the flavor of want my sister and I so craved when she and I and him, revering in our trident throng forged language before a fading Tuesday night.
A painter is great rarely, but occurs in small, adequate attic-like spaces, empty squares upon squares, readied for the taking of language. Art might be the purveyor of its own bright useless entity, bright ripened similes squeezed out of the Dutch into the Latin vernacular our father failed to remember while poking him at midnight to rile him up to bed.
It was a mistake, the one my Godfather made when he started studying French with himself. No ranking professor can rank himself into his own pedagogy. Language might have lost its roots, maybe it even lost its qualities of being official.
"This is the office of the president."
"The President of the United States?"
"No, the president of the DISH Network."
This is for me, not any president I serve. You could have learnedly observed the words my father would spell to me, each individual vowel and consonant given their own power. However, not my mother or sister could undertake with adequate prowess the tenant of speaking as such, and their tongues suffered as their palates poorly undertook their flustered attempts to enter our philocalist resolve for Caesarian language.
Sadly now, as I think of reading. I think of your fingers and what you must certainly claim to be such grandiose proficiency, your digits and dactyls bring a melancholy hoop of unpleasantries to my eyes. Your mistake has been writing as you speak, and speaking as the free-style spoken-word "artists" attempt to do, in a horrifically insufficient and inarticulate way. I know your mistake when I open myself to read the Associated Press, listen to what Capitol Hill has to say, even coming down from the end of the bar it is a sick knot of undoing that I so wish any children we have will never be privy to.
Except on this Monday night where we can still commit our lives to one another without becoming the indigestible alphabet that has evolved into a toxin around us. What chance does poetry have if sentences collapse in short-dialogues? What will become of our hands? Will they forget the feeling of a pen or pencil in their grip? Certainly, those short notes and scribbles of cursive my mother left for my father, sister, and I will take themselves into antiquity with cuneiform and chalk, whether in Spain, The States, or another place, they have stormed out world with writing and grammar mistakes. He who must pretend to be understood by taking up the thesaurus to talk, will never have the qualities necessary to write without totally ******* it up.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
Kiss and spell,
Well, really, do tell,
Witches need spelling,
In their caves, for dwelling,
Relax and have fun,
For super Sunday fun,
Only there's clouds,
But fun still allowed,
Witches need spelling,
in caves for dwelling,
In each coven of one,
Relax, and have fun!
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
I was once asked to spell the word Depression
Now that was an interesting question to me because lets face it
Who does not know how to spell depression
It is three syllables
It is ten letters
It is just once word
Or at least that was the answer he was looking for.
I was once asked to spell the word Depression
I thought for a second and said
"Which way would you like me to spell it"
The teacher paused and looked at me quizzically
"What kind of question is that"
He chuckled
Like he thought I was dimwitted he repeated himself
"I would like you to spell the word Depression it is rather simple"
And now this is where I got to chuckle and say
"Sir, I believe what you are asking is a question I cannot answer, because to me Depression is not a three syllable, 10 letter word. Depression is when my sister comes home to a dead father, and Depression is when my best friend get diagnosed with Cancer. You see to me the Depression you are asking me to spell is the same Depression That gets you laughed out of a hospital. The same Depression that gets you a handful of 'cheer up's' and 'Get over it's.' and maybe even some 'Oh just be happy's' But last I checked when someone has Cancer, we do not tell them to "Just get better" or when someone is sitting in the ER with a cracked skull, we do not tell them to 'Just give it time, you're fine.'"
The boy sitting in front of you could not "just give it time"
When his mother died in his arms
And the girl that you pass through the halls could not "just be happy"
After she had true love ruined for her when some man did not Understand the word "No"
And your dad who calls every sunday cannot "cheer up" because the love of his life has died and his own son does not care to come see him on his birthday
So Sir when you ask me to spell Depression I ask which way because
I spell Depression D-E-A-T-H
and I spell Depression A-L-O-N-E
and I spell Depression S-I-C-K-N-E-S-S
So Sir I spell Depression S-U-F-F-E-R-I-N-G
And I define it as misunderstood for something in ones control/
So do not tell me it is simple to spell and do not tell me I am stupid when I ask in which way you are asking because to me
Depression isn't a simple
Three syllable
Ten letter word
That you use to define those who you do not care to know
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
I measured what you could do with me,
what I thought you could do,
and I was right,
for most of it was true.
I practiced my math,
made a's and a's and b's,
I calculated your words,
tried sifting through their meaning,
I typed them up,
but my heart was just dreaming.
I practiced my grammar,
to tell you how I felt,
but you had already left.
I do my math now,
but I make c's and c's and f's.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
you can't spell execute without cute,
Slaughter without laughter,
**** without i'll,
melt without me,
But you can spell love without "u",
spell friendship without "u",
Savior without "u",
and salvation without "u",
Don't come trying to save me.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC