Words Count
by
Greg Pincus
Occasionally, I overwrite:
One word will do, but I'll use plenty.
So, this poem's on a limit.
It only uses
Sometimes, I write things that make me laugh. Sometimes, I write things that make me scratch my head and wonder what I was thinking. Sometimes, I have no clue where poems come from. And sometimes, all three things occur at once. This is one of those times....
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Showing posts with label poem about words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem about words. Show all posts
Friday, May 11, 2012
Friday, October 07, 2011
Thoughts During My Spelling Test - a spelling poem
Thoughts During My Spelling Test
by
Greg Pincus
Yacht, February, aisle, cologne?
I've got to think. Leave me alogne.
Isthmus, Wednesday, queue, colonel?
I give up. This test's infolonel!
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at Great Kid Books (where you'll also get a lot of kid app talk). Head on over and check it out.
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by
Greg Pincus
Yacht, February, aisle, cologne?
I've got to think. Leave me alogne.
Isthmus, Wednesday, queue, colonel?
I give up. This test's infolonel!
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at Great Kid Books (where you'll also get a lot of kid app talk). Head on over and check it out.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I Don't Like Words -- a homophone poem/homophone poetry
I DON’T LIKE WORDS
by
Gregory K.
I don’t like words.
They don’t make sense.
Words make me upset and tense.
How due eye no witch whirred two ewes
Ore how too right thee won aye chews?
Wile sum mite think words are a bawl,
Eye dew knot care fore words at awl!
This seemed like a good way to end my National Poetry Month poem-a-day run. Obviously, I do like words... most of the time. You can find links to all the April poems over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems". And remember, poetry happens here at GottaBook alllll year long, so it won't be long til I'm back at ya, for better or verse.
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by
Gregory K.
I don’t like words.
They don’t make sense.
Words make me upset and tense.
How due eye no witch whirred two ewes
Ore how too right thee won aye chews?
Wile sum mite think words are a bawl,
Eye dew knot care fore words at awl!
This seemed like a good way to end my National Poetry Month poem-a-day run. Obviously, I do like words... most of the time. You can find links to all the April poems over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems". And remember, poetry happens here at GottaBook alllll year long, so it won't be long til I'm back at ya, for better or verse.
If you want to get all my new poems (and only the poems) emailed to you for freeee as they hit the blog, enter your email address in the box below then click subscribe!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
If a Freight Train Carries Freight... -- a poem about words/a question poem
IF A FREIGHT TRAIN CARRIES FREIGHT…
By
Gregory K.
If a freight train carries freight,
Why can’t a school bus carry schools?
Does a seat belt carry seats just like a tool belt carries tools?
If garbage bags hold garbage,
Why don’t handbags all hold hands?
If newsstands sell the news to you, do bandstands sell you bands?
If house pets live right in your house,
Do carpets live in cars?
If Earthlings are us folks on Earth, do starlings live on stars?
It really isn’t clear to me
How words are formed and used.
I’m sure I’ll learn it all some day… but now I’m just confused.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
If you want to get all my new poems (and only the poems) emailed to you for freeee as they hit the blog, enter your email address in the box below then click subscribe!
By
Gregory K.
If a freight train carries freight,
Why can’t a school bus carry schools?
Does a seat belt carry seats just like a tool belt carries tools?
If garbage bags hold garbage,
Why don’t handbags all hold hands?
If newsstands sell the news to you, do bandstands sell you bands?
If house pets live right in your house,
Do carpets live in cars?
If Earthlings are us folks on Earth, do starlings live on stars?
It really isn’t clear to me
How words are formed and used.
I’m sure I’ll learn it all some day… but now I’m just confused.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
If you want to get all my new poems (and only the poems) emailed to you for freeee as they hit the blog, enter your email address in the box below then click subscribe!
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