Language Poems
Tien voor taal
by Mario Odekerken
De klok heeft tien voor taal geslagen
en het lokaal is stil geworden.
Pennen hebben boven papier gehangen
alsof woorden hebben gewacht.
De docent heeft rondgekeken
en heeft niets gezegd.
Het licht is door de ramen gevallen
en heeft stof laten dansen.
......
Please Advise Stop [I Was Dragging A Ladder Slowly Over Stones Stop]
by Rusty Morrison
I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop
it was only from out of my thoughts that I could climb stop
not from the room please
my father's dying offered an indelicate washing of my
perception stop
the way the centers of some syllables scrub away all other
sound stop
his corpse merely preparing to speak its new name at the
speed of nightfalling please
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Nusantara Silence
by Ayatullah Nurjati
We were born from the land of Nusantara, a womb of time that contains seas and mountains, where waves learn to prostrate themselves and rocks memorize the wind's prayers.
Our language grows from the roots of rain, from the rustling of rice and the history of boats; words are not shouts, but silent traces that lead home.
Silence is not mere silence; it is a clear spring in the chest, where the mind abandons noise and the soul learns to listen to the universe.
In that silence, we know ourselves without the mirror of arrogance, calling out the name of life with a voice that does not hurt.
The mountains teach us to stand tall without arrogance, the sea teaches us to be vast without swallowing; the two meet in the awareness that life is care.
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Biochemistry: The Language of Life
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Biochemistry, the language of life,
Spoken in the smallest of parts,
Yet felt in the grandest of forms.
Biochemistry, the alchemy of nature,
Transforming simple elements
Into the majestic tapestry of life.
Biochemistry, illuminating life’s invisible pathways,
Guiding us toward a deeper understanding
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Our Novels Get Longa And Longa
by Herbert George Wells
Our novels get longa and longa
Their language gets stronga and stronga
There's much to be said
For a life that is led
In illiterate places like Bonga
Tien voor taal
by Mario Odekerken
De klok heeft tien voor taal geslagen
en het lokaal is stil geworden.
Pennen hebben boven papier gehangen
alsof woorden hebben gewacht.
De docent heeft rondgekeken
en heeft niets gezegd.
Het licht is door de ramen gevallen
en heeft stof laten dansen.
......
Nusantara Silence
by Ayatullah Nurjati
We were born from the land of Nusantara, a womb of time that contains seas and mountains, where waves learn to prostrate themselves and rocks memorize the wind's prayers.
Our language grows from the roots of rain, from the rustling of rice and the history of boats; words are not shouts, but silent traces that lead home.
Silence is not mere silence; it is a clear spring in the chest, where the mind abandons noise and the soul learns to listen to the universe.
In that silence, we know ourselves without the mirror of arrogance, calling out the name of life with a voice that does not hurt.
The mountains teach us to stand tall without arrogance, the sea teaches us to be vast without swallowing; the two meet in the awareness that life is care.
......
What Is Scary About W O R D S
by Jim Kelly
Ear pain—
invisible
When heard.
Quietly read,
Its title hides
In public—
so as not to offend
The fragility of the powerful.
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Stilling Dread
by Darris van-Hoxen
Seventy-seven. Cursed
to some
in turn you'll seek
variables dispersed
What's rendered
for verse?
Cheapest meaning,
patterns worst,
immerse;
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Polemist for the Poemist
by Darris van-Hoxen
To read is to err. The joke—mmm, perhaps there. Maybe you’re drawn to the line, a promise, a breath held-
spaced out-
too long. But here it lay. Your eyes move, dutiful, grazing
the terms,
the conditions,
-THE-
reality; plastic clattering, clacking modernity. The killing keys center the stage, perform their allusion.
You wanted something, now you're here.
But, so it is. “That’s just showbiz,” someone says, parroters' conviction.
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