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a wodge uh Wrigley’s
  ‘ard an knobbly on thuh underside
uh desks

shufflin’ tuh DJ Caspar
  in thuh ‘all
unduh thuh gaze uh
  year three’s

it were
  packed lunches,
dislodging mi brace
  from thuh roof of mi mouth
like extractin’ a tooth,
  scoffin’ bars uh white chocolate

years-old Blu-Tack
  stamped black intuh carpets,
grey plastic-y chairs,
  writin’ learnin’ objectives,
underlinin’ dates
  with shatterproof rulers,
I upgraded tuh a pen
  in year four

same time
  remember listenin’ on the radio
in Scottish Clark’s mobile
  when it wuh Ingland v Brazil,
summer uh ‘02,
  thuh likes of Sheringham, Beckham
in audio only, no picture,
  and thuh TA came in
  ‘alfway throo a lesson,
said ‘we’re out’

and the time
  I cort that cricket ball,
dived and it stung mi hand,
  a crimson-drizzled palm,
throbbin’ ring

and the time
  we played football wi’ tennis *****
and I blurted intuh a trio
  uh eager classmates,
a tumble-shirt compote,
  knee flecked wi’ grit, mi own spit,
skinny whispers uh blood

and thuh time
  I plagiarised Potter
around Azkaban,
  got a Woolies notebook,
ragged Pritt-Sticked cuttins’
  of Watson in the pink ‘oodie,
but it wuh the seed
  for thuh next decade and more,
standin’ up,
  tellin’ a story,
somethin’ or othuh
Written: October 2017.
Explanation: A poem written for university in my own time, influenced by the work of Liz Berry. Changes are very possible. It is written in a slightly exaggerated version of my accent. Please note that Wrigley's refers to the chewing gum company, DJ Caspar to the musician, year three's/year four to students aged between seven and nine in England, Blu-Tack to the putty-like adhesive, 'Ingland' v Brazil to the knockout round match in the World Cup of 2002 (David Beckham and Teddy Sheringham were players at the time), TA to teaching assistant, Woolies to the former British retail chain Woolworths, Pritt-Stick to the glue stick adhesive, and Watson to the actress Emma Watson. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Skaidrum Jul 2015
It'll rain tears of sacrifice,
as the witching hour eclipses with my heartbeat.
Thuh-thump.
I can see shadows that don't belong here.
They seek the throat of my poetry.
Thuh-Thump.
If six months stole the kiss of Jack Frost,
six months can stitch our love back together.
Thuh--hh....... thum--p...
I will die, every day,
waiting for you if I have to.

.
Lie?  I can.
Lycan!
-_-
Same

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Brent Kincaid Dec 2016
Kaincha tok normal, ever sangle wunnaya?
Omina tellya diss. Nuthin lie kat is good.
Alla us oiz tok English good allatime
Ever day uhda world in mah neighborhood.

Us is sum, y’know, good tokken people.
Yeah, ain’t nobuddy speaks good lie cuss.
Lessen there from round here, ah mean.
We got eddycated good, no muss, no fuss.

We don’t need no college, no way Jose.
We gunna do jess lock are parents did.
We go to school every day till eitghteen
Jess lock dey did win dey was a kid.

Ever now and then, you can get ahold
Of sum buddy whose totally iggnent.
They stick there noses up in thuh air.
They think there better, sumthin differnt.

But really, it’s just a mute point, I mean
Irregardless of whut they bin sayin’
They jess turn stuff round 360 degrees.
It’s jess a nother word game there playin’.

Thuh important thang is to be understood
Not that thuh  people say everthang rite.
The important stuff to tok about is
To know whut is wrong and whut is rite.
Riken Nov 2018
I can't sleep, again.
I've tried everything; pills give me a hangover, white noise is just that. Noise.
I have to try to find a rhythm in it even though there's intentionally not one

And what's THAT noise? The thuh-thump thuh-thump? Is that my heart beat?
I wonder if I could count all the beats.. oh great. I thought the thought. Now I MUST count them all..

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..

There's blue and red light.
Ambulance. Someone's in pain.
I'm also in pain. My whole body hurts.
And it feels funny. There's an itch on my arm. I have to scratch it.

I know if I get my body in just the absolute PERFECT position, I'll sleep like a dream.
But my hand is wrong. It'll be better if I put it this way..
No, that's not right either. And my leg is itchy. I have to itch my leg really badly.

And there's a car pulling into my parking lot. I wonder who's in the car. Is it the noisy neighbor above me?

I wonder if they know how loud they are.
Especially since it's so late at night.
Oh yeah.. It's still night. I'm supposed to be trying to sleep. But I'm still not in the right spot.

Maybe if I adjust the pillow.. no.. I felt better before I moved and now I'll NEVER get back to how I was...

Shh.. do you hear that?

Thuh-thump thuh-thump

Oh that's right..

9..10..11..12..13..14..
Lawrence Hall Jun 2017
Old Communist Movie Director

From the Criterion Collection

The object now of film-school interviews
His gravelling, decades-gone voice echoing
Into a recorder his decades-gone news
How wonderful he was, and all-knowing
About Thuh Fascists, Thuh Workers, and Thuh Jews
Hugging his resentments, and loudly crowing
About the Blacklist through his smokes and *****
How bravely he defied the Rightists, going
In exile to England on a luxury cruise.
sparX Kuijper Sep 2015
Many daze in the rippsy tav the Nates will hiber by their Glit
'N sometime prea with the gigaslav and there zellgreth betwit.

Now once there was a Tilly Stoet who'd paineram in the dippserill
Nifty Nates would knowet and greal it's very Tips-a-Prill

A day or more had passed in tyme till one day the gigaslav broke
Now Tilly Stoets speak of brine 'n the merryjaunah they'd smoke.

Oh they'd **** there poppers 'n slop their drippers
'Till one day the pole greasemen came.

The Tilly Stoets acted like poets and that was really O.K.
But the buzzers were fuzzers and wouldn't ya knowet

They took all there pots away.
From . ' The HodgePodge Assumptions '.
by sparX Kuijper © 1983
Inspired by The Jabberwocky. From 'Mischmasch' Lewis Carroll 1855.
Misnomer Nov 2011
notice how i used "the",
pronounced "thawh" not "thuh"

and you told me words were just
words, like they **** you with
cooing fingertips licking your jaw and...

tap you on the shoulder to
then spin away again.

forgive my tongue, my
jocular indecisiveness
running over my teeth

math smirked at you;
your calculations were timid
so maybe that's why i could
never understand your idea
of "concise".
dabblings
spooky doopy Dec 2014
duh
I live uh in uh bigguh one
Bringin thuh more folk lore son
I needuh see muh forearm grunt
Leaninonuh bruh uh fun
Dennis Willis Jul 2022
That is not you
anymore
That is not
what you are
You never were
really
whatever
you thought
you wanted
to be
even if
you succeeded
doing it so well
you looked
exactly like it
and everyone
believed it even you

you know
you're still in there
pulling those levers
maybe even
frantically

swamped in whys
with inundating whats
and to be all those who's
keeping zoos of yous
behooves (it must)
too

an incomprehensible
self-reflection
to be laid down
in favor of another
equally wuh
and thuh
an' fuh
imaginality

full stop
could this myriad
of made up things
be abandoned
head long
running down
a grassy hill
with your arms out
making bird sounds

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