"wurd" poems
Microsoft "WURD"
slang font.
i know your type.
you like Arial.
you dig Arial Black cause there's no Arial White.
she wears a size 0.
invisible to the eye.
she's from Georgia.
print her out on white paper.
she'll be prettier than Courier New Times New Roman.
her Impact on Felix Titling will be extravagant.
she'll put him under a spell with her Book Antiqua.
you'll give up on her and take a train through the Terminal towards Tahoma in the "Golden State"
you'll come across Verdana who is a size 12.
bold as you are, you'll ask why she tries to underline her beauty by showing off her colon(:) .
and you ask her why women are always cranky before they get their period (.) ?
[arial, arial black, georgia, courier new, times new roman, impact, felix tilting, book antiqua, terminal, tahoma, verdana=different fonts]
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 1:14 PM UTC
Does your completed wurk look as if it were tiped while wearing a baceball gluv? That liddle red, squigley, line that often appeers
beneeth a wurd, shows up for a reeson. A signal that something "just ain't right." Weather a speling or punkshuashun issue,pay attenshun to it.
A mispeled wurd can distract the readers attenshun froom the subject of the peece, and creates a very uneezy reed.
Keep a dicshunery near you're desk.
Go bak and refresh when to us too 'C's, too M's", (dubble consanants)etc.
Know you're "valves" a-e-i-o-u.
Know where to place an apocolipse when writing a contractshun(can't, don't)..................
Use the correct wurdes!!
Know the diffrance between "Their", and "There."
A dicshunary can also prevent having to exit a wurk, and risk losing it by forgeting to save it.
Pay attentshun, PLEEZE!
copyright: richard riddle-10-07-15
Thanks,
richard riddle
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Dreimal klopft der Specht dann öffnen sich die Himmelspforten.
Dreimal um den Block gerannt, zweimal Gott getroffen.
Die Hände gestreckt, entgegen dem Sterbelicht.
Ich seh ein Licht, ich seh ein Licht.
Dreimal mit einem Engel geflogen,
einmal abgestürzt.
Ein Stopp auf Wolke Sieben.
So elegant, oh so elegant.
Dreimal bin ich hingefallen, zweimal wieder aufgerichtet.
Einmal fast ertrunken in der Selbstzerstörung.
Hinunter gezogen hat es mich, als hätt ich einen Anker am Fuße.
Dreimal schon hab ich geliebt.
Einmal nur mich selbst.
Zweimal nur die Welt.
Noch keinmal wurd ich selbsterfüllt.
Zweimal muss ich nochmals graben.
Einmal werd ichs doch dann finden.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
boem
da wurd get put in da field
big ol grammar
big nemeanin
we say gud ting
or say Emotshun
du not mattuh
boem sez
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC