"tah" poems
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
I know some folks
Some new most old
Keeping logs swirling
It’s a balancing act
Lots of plates spinning
Whoops! Stretch right!
***** fall
Plates crash
Notes fall flat
Oh! Look over there!
Thank you, magicians!
TAH-DAH!
Take a bow,
Sis, bro, boom!
You got the room!
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
Throw a tomato! They're squishy...
Snails are too though, but you can't
Toss them too well.
You could use them like a baseball?
"Hey, batter batter. Swing!"
Touchdown!
But...
T
H
I
S
Isn't high school.
And we aren't jocks.
We just throw cabbages and rotten potatoes
Po-tah-toes.
Tomatoes.
To-mah-toes.
Lets call the whole thing off...
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
Le-YAND-de-ska nor E' des ke'
Noor-eil-to-DOE-do keel EH DOOR TE'
Te' oor! Te' OOR! Ma-OOR-de-te'!
Keel-oo-de SKA noor ahn de' TAH- de'
Pooh-EH-nes-yel-ta-do
Ne-EST-TA DE' ?!!!
Le-END-de-SKA noor E'ND de TAH-de
~~~♡< TRANSLATION >♡~~~
I am the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am using this weak vessel to speak.
She is afraid of your
judgement
but more concerned about
doing My Father's will
I LOVE YOU!
DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT?!!!
I LOVE YOU !!!
Though you do not hear
Be still. Listen.
And know that I am
GOD
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Wutsa matter wit you?
Whirr you frumm?
You from summ furren country?
Cain’t you tawk better den at?
Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat.
We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush.
Ain’t nobody tawk better den us.
Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are
You could not tawk so ignernt.
It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat.
You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public.
Should be ashaymt uh yerself.
Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce
’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy.
They jess open up thur mouths
’N let the dumbness fall out
’N thur it is, fer alll to see.
Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are
’N not let thur mouths write checks
Thur butts cain’t cover.
But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’
‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool
Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin.
Well, nuthin’ good, at lease.
Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy
Shoulda kicked thur butts
From here ta Sundee.
But, thass jess me.
I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur
That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause
Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun
Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n,
But I thank thass jess wrong.
Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag
’N God n’ country. Or go home.
Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place
You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay.
We rilly doan need ‘em here.
We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too.
So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride
Back tah whurever you cumm frumm
Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
A woman I once worked with
Was ordinarily quite intelligent
But when it came to pronunciation
She could become belligerent.
Her way was the right way
And she brooked no question.
Braving her ire, I decided there
Was one I had to mention.
She said the word comf-tubble
And I said that was incorrect.
She got so very irate with me
That I feared for my own neck.
She called it socially acceptable,
Her ghastly mispronunciation.
I said it was a sign of the times
The slippery slope of our nation.
If people were to go on and cease
An honored way of speaking
Then, we are all of us adrift
In a doomed skiff that is leaking.
She said some more to me
But I quit paying much attention.
There were too many “I means”
And “you knows” to mention.
There were ‘haftas’ and ‘ominas’
And the sad utterance, ‘wannabees”.
This poor soul would not pass
The first hour of a spelling bee.
I wondered if this poor soul
Had seen on a computer screen.
The words just as she was saying
On some website she had seen?
I accept that nobody in the USA
Or even in Merry Old Blighty
Says words like Wednesday
Comfortable or February rightly.
It’s like there is an international
Formal and binding declaration
That nobody need say these words
Correctly in English speaking nations.
We can lapse into hickbonics,
We jess *** tah stumble along
And say set instead of sit, and
Others we so often say wrong.
We kin say double pneumonia
And quay’s eye and nukeyoulurr,
Irregardless and even *** cans,
And nobuddy questions wut fur.
We c’n say thangs like reel utter,
SimmYooLurr, BennaFishErAiry.
Innerest, furrmillyurr, Mason Airy,
Flustration and shudder LieBerry.
But as sure as there is air to breathe
And that every day will follow night
Most people pronouncing words
A certain way doesn’t make it right.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Zindagi us khuda ki banai bisaat hai jis k hum sab mohre hai..
Uske dar tak k raaste me.. Nashukro k liye kohre hi kohre hai
Jo behtar khel jayega wohi jeet jayega..
Par ye hoga tabhi Jab woh behatreen akhlakh apnayega
Khelte khelte kai to fanah ** gaye..
Kai Sikandar..Hitler jaise tabah ** gaye..
Maiyyat se khali haath bahar le kar is duniya se wida ** gaye
Rubaru apne kafan se jo jeete ji ** gaye..
Mukammal jahan unhi ko mila..jo khuda ki panah me ** gaye
Zindagi me jinhone ilm rakha us khuda ko Yaad karna..
Namaze adda kari..Gurbani paddi.. Granth padde..Hukumname diye..
khuda ne hosle itne buland kr diye..Apne noor se sabhi manzilo..Jannat k raaste unhi k liye Roshan kar diye
Zindagi me Naam..Shoharat unhe bahut mili..jinme alfazo se khelne ha hunar aa gaya..
Sir chad k jinke ye inayat na boli..woh us khuda ko tah umra bha gaya😊
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian
cogito ergo sum...
it's not that i couldn't stomach it,
it was just: not enough?
people claim that maxim to be the source
of all subjectivity,
and there's nothing objective about
it.
all this modern talk of subject vs. object,
i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.
i needed a square... a solomon's star,
two squares encompassed against each other,
nothing akin to the star of david...
i mean solomon's star, of two squares
imposed on each other, layered
so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon
oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!
oh k'tah goo non...
wait wait... i was going to write something
concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...
6 things -
cogito sum
subjectivity objectivity king david (6)
reflexive reflective
thinking = subjectivity = the reflective
thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive
thinking = objectivity = the reflective
thinking = objectivity = the reflexive king solomon (8)
being = subjectivity = the reflective
being = subjectivity = the reflexive
being = objectivity = the reflective
being = objectivity = the reflexive
(alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles
of the / a a reflex, a reflection)
what this means is, what's generally thought of as
the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,
it's the interpolation of the four main faculties,
that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed;
a lament configuration representation.
thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective
(the narcissus bias)
thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive
(i need a shave)
thinking is objective in that it is also reflective
(i am ageing)
thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive
(i'll just stop looking into a mirror)...
dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement
of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern
of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way
that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b
as stated, it only came out as a a b b,
or a b c a b c rather a a b b c c.
but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?
the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols
are very much akin to diacritical symbols...
i write an over-simplification of a concept using =,
and then all these conjunctional words pop up!
and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to
descartes there's a great disparity between
being and i am -
self-evident, being = the sum, a total, Σ,
while i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)
of the possible mode of being -
it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference
in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo
into the basin that's dasein.
what philosophy call metaphysics?
linguistics call orthography...
what chemists call para- positioning on
a benzene ring;
or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Dey can' make me ride no bus.
I'm tellin' you, dey can' make me.
You know, dey all riled up in dere,
since we started walkin' to work.
I's like dey finally startin' to realize what we can do.
I tell you, Yvonna, I walk three mile to work
e'ry day. E'ry day! Can you believe?
I walk all dat way in my heels;
oh, how my feet are blisterin'!
But I don' let 'em know, no, ma'am.
No, ma'am. I jus' smile like I got all deh
love a' Heaven on my side! Can you believe?
Yes, ma'am, I do. I do.
I get home e'ry day now afte' supper
'cause I can' take no bus.
I much rather walk dan sit in deh back, believe me.
But i's so sad, Yvonna, you know?
To see my chirren tryin' so hard tah cook for 'emself.
I feel bad, honestly.
My husban', he workin' so hard,
he almos' die when he come home.
We go to church, Yvonna, e'ry Sundy, you know?
Don't you, girl?
I pray. I pray dat all dem white people
will leave us alone. Alone, I say!
Dey all preachin' 'bout "We Da People"
'n all dat **** well, I tell you,
we people too!
We may be black but I tell you,
I tell you, Yvonna, we God's people, too.
Yes, ma'am, we are.
Speak up, girl, I can' hear you.
Well, I guess it don't matter.
Ain't like nobody listenin'.
Nobody listenin' to a old, achin' feet *****
Nobody but you.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those *** pill
born south of the border pooped and ******
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle ******* ranked big hest
catch also including ***** prize,
as you correctly guessed.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
When I feel weak,
when all I want is
your voice on the line,
I pick myself up.
Refusing to be meak,
I roar in my mind's eye,
I know what I hold inside.
As I roll my hips and
rah tah tah,
I am whole, and full..
of love, of brilliance.
Like you told me once,
and I shall never forget,
I am not weak,
I just have moments of weakness.
I am strong,
with untold amounts of gold glitter,
shimmering in my veins.
I am resilient,
Thrive is my middle name.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
av woond - vwash maya
neeth - kh ya dash - shhma kh
t yeh t yeh - mal koo tha kh-
neh kh wayt- zeve yan akh-
ay khannad - vwash maya -
aph var ha
hawv lan - lakh mad -
sun kh yanan - ya omana
vwash vo khlan - khau v yen -
wah kh tah kh yen -
ay khana - daph kh nan -
shh vwo kh yan - l
- kha av yen -
wela - tah lan - l nee s yuna
ela - patzan - min - bisha
metol - dila khe - mal khu tha -
wah hala - watesh vukh tah -
lah lam
al min
am yen
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Chances are, you have to do a 'search', then order one on line. If you're under 60 years of age, you probably never heard of it, anyway.
Walking in to a pharmacy, or drug store, asking a young clerk, who is in their late teens, or early twenties, or even 40's to 50's, knowing very well what their reponse will be before you ask the question, becomes'comical', seeing the puzzled expression on their faces, especially when the companies web site indicates the store has it "in stock. A"simple little tool", inexpensive, but to some, of which I am one, 'priceless.' It can relieve a huge amount of frustration in seconds, put a smile on your face, make your day "bright" again, saves time, can help prevent being late for appointments, and it has been around for centuries, long before the 'zipper' was invented. Approximately eight inches long, solid handle, with a curved wire tip, two and a quarter inches in length. I introduce you, to,"The Button Hook!", Tah-Dah!
This "simple little tool" is used by many who are afflicted with such maladies, as arthritis, or have neuropathy issues in their hands, making it difficult to button a shirt, pants, etc. Just insert the wire end through the buttonhole, loop it around the button, pull it through.
Some tools have a 'hook' on the opposite end of the handle, to help pull shoelaces through the eyelets.
I realize this is not a poem, but there are many on the site in my age range that may have similar issues, or perhaps physical issues due to injury or illness. Just wanted to pass this on to you.(I posted a photo on my Facebook timeline.)
richard riddle 06-06-2016
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
Perhaps 't was a fah-tah mawr-gah-nah]
from nord; why your barret leaned out
of the dome's open window; moi mani
Tapping the Sir maine above whiskers.
Years ago I said to a bright boy: I'm
totally broken...and he laughed at
my phrasings; whilst his brother
skateddressed up in brits posh
uniform up hill, with frozen
knees, jaggy at downhill
Awaiting toasts, tea and
A headful of read of delightful SF
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
(a non-partisan piece - the U S Presidential Election
The 'Ringmaster' approaches center stage. With mike in hand and toothy smile, it comes, "WE HAVE A WINNER!!" "TAH-DAH!!!"
Attorneys on both sides, all wearing new Nike track shoes, approach the mark, waiting for the 'pop' of the starting gun, ready to race to the Federal Courthouse to file hundreds of legal briefs challenging the legitimacy of the election results. Both sides accusing the other of 'voter fraud', and anything else they can throw into the blender.
"Sit back, folks, the finale is yet to come."
r. riddle: 11-08-16
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Blarney, the legend latest learned says
the group of beings minded to destroy manmind
were familiar with a ratio, a fractal of power
per hap, each hap has this power, y'see
perhaps we agree
to see things from my POV and I'm blind,
like Milton,
or Fannie Crosby
or the "Isn't she beautiful' guy
who has had his warhol-fifteen consumed
I guess,
he
shoulda carved a stele, eh?
Take m'name down f'm them lights,
carve it care-filled into stone,
soft sand and shell and bone formed stone,
easy to may y'mark
now, bow, touch your brow to this
very stone,
this if I'd known stone
thump thump doh, tah dah
open says a me.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
i could almost swear i was loosing
sorry... losing my mind
over this, well, phenomenon -
and it only exists in english -
the remnants of latin -
and the lack of germanic "barbarism",
i thought i turning dyslexic
for a while...
but as it turns out,
cemetary - isn't akin to cemetery -
teerful, tarry - tomato in english
and ta-may-tah in american english...
the **** is australian english?
to-mah-toh in english -
**** me, american linguistic encoding
is so much simpler...
and faster done -
but now i know why i transliterate
certain letters in certain words...
transliterate, right? i'm being spot on
with regards to a proper descriptive noun?
latin?
oh sure, i blame the existence of
graphemes (siamese diacritical
quadruplets), æ & œ -
let call the former pair adam & eve,
and the latter oedipus & epicaste,
we ******* need the german ß at some point,
i'm not saying all the time...
but come on, poetizing? looks ugly
even if you don't have the zing,
but the sing in the spelling...
poetißing... ah, that's better (not really);
but at least i know
why i sometimes make spelling
mistakes... the remnant of the latin art
of writing graphemes,
a bit like uv (not ultra-violet)
as in: when asking to chisel a word
into stone, where v actually implied u...
so why did the "lazy" ******* not
bother trimming the other curves in other
letters?
you'd probably see runes...
e.g. when R became ᚱ,
and B became ᛒ...
and S became ᛋ...
that's what i'm saying, they were "lazy"...
and a shitload of cow... ****
poured over poor U.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC