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The language becomes narrower each day;
Our actions and our words decelerate.
Only in the aftermath of slaughter
Do we attempt to find the words for death:
Some words to tick the box and shrug it off,
To come to terms with our cheap cuts of guilt.
Their boy lies, unresponsive, while we live
To relish the chaos of adulthood.
Truth is complicated. Dumped in a hole,
Monday 18th September 2023 8:19 am
I wrote this for my typography class. We had to research and redesign our assigned letter over six weeks. I couldn't resist a punny opportunity...
In ks you forgot
A clog in language
works quietly away
Like the ticks of a clock
Across time and space
Fit for a king
At the highest peak
In the deepest sink
Bows the humble k
It knocks on the doors
Wednesday 6th April 2022 10:24 am
mother tongue is the
dip in it and sip the honey!
Friday 25th December 2020 4:27 pm
Speaking can feel like your swallowing
So, you may as well swallow instead
Or it’s giving,
Giving and giving
Fingers down your throat,
Will I be stronger tomorrow?
Or just hollow tomorrow?
So, you end up filling up on someone else’s dictionary
I am disarmed without my language
But my language is disarming
Words do break your bones
Saturday 2nd November 2019 3:40 pm
English is a rebellious tongue
defiant and disobedient.
Like a passionate protestor
it rails against rigid rules
pattern and conformity.
And lucky is the linguist
who joins its
Where males may sail
with crews who cruise
past whales in Wales
and foul sea fowl.
And soles are soiled
down lanes well lain
and herds are heard
Thursday 2nd May 2019 3:11 pm
She’s a mistress that hides her secrets under fret
A flash of Victorian ankle maybe all that you receive
Her true joys often hidden beneath dreich petticoats
She’s the master of mystery, of guile and disguise
The tales she tells echo round the glens
Off barren croft walls and empty harbours
Her booming, brooding silence hides voices
Lost on the winds of time, home, yet no...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 8:13 pm
Arrivée il y a vingt-trois ans
Mais comment se fait-il
Que vous gardez cet accent?
Cet accent, qui ne fait pas de liaison
Entre "les" et "oiseaux"
Cet accent, qui prononce "eau" comme "owe."
But do you know how to say "owe"?
And do I owe you an explanation?
Cet accent, tout le monde le comprend
Certains le trouvent charmant, voire séduisant
Cet accent ...
Sunday 10th March 2019 1:17 pm
Some writers use poetry
To propound great thoughts
Through deeply intoned vowels,
But poetry is only language,
And you can use it as if
Chatting with a friend
About passing days
You can pull them in,
Get a laugh or two,
And make them
The knife deep
Into the abdomen,
Drawing it up
Toward the eyes,
As you let...
Monday 18th February 2019 9:52 am
Preamble: this is a slam poem and probably works better aloud. I'll try to make a video one day.
I’m here today to speak to you about something of great importance:
We have to save the words!
Dozens of words each day are being lost
We cannot underestimate the intellectual cost
As their natural habitats become corrupted
And their reproductive patterns are being disrupted
Friday 7th December 2018 5:05 am
hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash
can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere
tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.
In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck
when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:21 am
I will not fight, I will not stand
For border, nor for any land
I need not know, am not concerned
Your place of birth or language learned
Too many wars are fought, too many die
Over province, pride, triumphal lie
I will not guard, I will not bar
The stranger landed from afar
They need a home, and wish to settle
Want to work, to show their metal
We can only profit...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:06 pm
I’m a warrior of words
And I’ll fight you to the death
With my pen
For the right to speak my thoughts aloud.
I’ll tread the boards and stand before the crowd
Though I might need a moment to gather my thoughts
And choose a subject for an almighty discourse;
Life, Liberty and freedom, the usual sort of thing
I’ll have to wing it: speak off the cuff
I may even throw somethi...
Wednesday 14th October 2015 6:28 pm
Since the bloody Battle of Hastings
When 'Arold got killed by French Bill
We've seen an endless invasion of French
And I've just about had my fill
Don't we have enough words of our own
In this wonderful language of ours?
- To seek and find le mot juste
Dunt take much linguistic power
It seems using French has been with us forever
Passed down as a fait accompli
Have we ever really tr...
Friday 18th July 2014 11:02 pm
The only thing in life is language
not love, not anything else
But those things may come after
It's words that matter
Because words come from deep within
because all our thoughts,
all our feelings,
are melted down inside our skin
and from our lips come words,
Not anything else
Wednesday 7th August 2013 9:21 am