"phonology" poems
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___Name the word, for the word has a name.___
_Listen to it breathe. Let it lie lightly in the mind and liquid
on the tongue. Bear its essence forth, its personality and its intention
- conceived briefly, discarded readily, pronounced forcefully.
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How does it sit with you? The spread of its silhouette suspended
within a silent interval. How does it move you? An attitude framed by
the gesture of a hand. Is its pitch sharp or flat, its texture course or fine?
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Allow meaning and resonance, intonation and feeling to merge unencumbered;
the syntax of the imprisoned soul, emancipated by a river of sound, to mould
the shape of your aboutness, around and within, beyond and in spite of..._
___And hear consciousness dance.___
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
you are
syntax and semantics
phonetics and phonology
you are
written and oral
formal and informal
you are
past and future
now and forever
you are
identity and heritage
togetherness and uniqueness
you are
simple and complex
imperfect and perfect
you are
language.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
I don't rhyme stuff just to rhyme it
Though I do it all the time. It
Seems to follow some odd pattern
Though it doesn't seem to matter.
Words just fall into their spot.
It tends to happen quite a lot.
Take this here, for one example-
Use it as a simple sample-
I can't help it; It's my nature...
Syntax, meter, nomenclature.
(And if I've offended thee
with my skewed-phonology,
I bow and beg and plead.
For it is only silly rhyme I
Tend to write from time to time
To make your eyeballs bleed.
To make your eyeballs bleed I do with verse obscure and all askew
And dire opinion spake)
So if I have offended thee
Just take a nap and you will see
My meaning when you wake.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 7:57 AM UTC
No, really, I'm good, I'll keep the shoes.
No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate
They don't speak our language to seminarians
So it ends up that one can only speculate
The ravages of a begotten forlorn past
Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism
No place like a supposed safe and warm abode
?
When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism
I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes
It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee
Was I lied to when told there was no place like home
!?
Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology
?
After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh
You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration
They are good as new, shining for all the World to see
Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
*** stop hoeing"
"I have,
but my illness has faded,
so i'll do other things,
like...
There's marriage and there's work to do,
there's plenty hobbies too!
There's studying, playing, writing, food!
And don't forget to ****
I like to browse the Internet,
and check up on a friend.
To take a walk, or better yet,
to bulk-up, self-defend!
And reading etymology,
and entomology!
Biology, phonology,
even cocktomology!"
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 9:40 AM UTC