Spelling is very easy to practice yourself whereas signing is not. So I would sit on the subway riding around New York and I would spell whatever I would see. When I watched a movie I would spell words as they came up.
quote by Richard Masur
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This word...
This word is life,
this word is love,
this word is peace and this word makes you live it needs no complications.
So this is a word.
A word thats happines that word that lifts you up
its a word thats against all bad its a word that needs no piracy.
Its forgiving after you corrupted the word
this word is easy to call easy to spell easy to use easy to write even a dumbest pesom will spell it. Its useful
its artistic and intelligent
this
this
this word is powerful
make use of it
for it never turns its back on its word...
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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The Preacher Can't Spell
this is for you, David Harris (LOL)
Have you ever heard of a preacher
who cannot spell?
never heard? oh, yes, i do..he he
were you able to read his notes for his sermons
and the words just scrambled
and the spelling is bad..oh, bad...
nahhh, i have noticed it..LOL
he went to school to learn
how to read and write
and guess what..spell the words right!
still, he can't spell it, his lips so tight
he seeped all the ink in his pen
he told me, that's why
and the pencil, he bite with all his might
see? what a beautiful sight.
his other excuse why he can't spell
is that his false teeth keep falling out
while typing...hmmmmm
and he cannot catch his teeth
and type straight at the same time.. (ok, , noted..he he)
But we love to hang around with this preachewr (preacher!)
Never mind if we will not be able to spell neither
What is important is the substance of his words
Words to live by, words to ponder why
Just love this Preacher, even if he cannot spell.
He is after all...the name that rings a bell....
Thank you for lafing..ehe..laughing...
at least.i made you smile even for a second..rihyt? LOL
And of course, with permayshoon from the prachry, David Harris.(ssshhh)
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Poets Are Holy Hypocrites
poets are holy hypocrites;
it’s their blessing and their curse.
they sit for as long as it takes
like terriers at a foxhole
or for second-best practice,
at a rabbit-hole,
totally still, alert, all their powers
poured into attention;
what a lesson dogs
are for humans
then – a movement in
their consciousness; it could be
anything creative – a film, a poem;
and with it comes the sense
of wonder; they are as children
living in an eternal present
of the universe as gift;
they take up their pen or keyboard
and, so carefully, as they
would handle a new-born baby,
write down this spell for that it is
for the benefit of others quite unknown
and then like a christening shawl,
white, soft, handmade with love,
offer it to the world.
then some who believe its magic
read the spell, are reborn
or cured, or restored
to good health and humour
or simply have a good day
while those who don’t believe the spell,
well of course the magic doesn’t work for them
so far so very good. But then
those who aren’t into wanting spells
and have opinions about
their opinions, say, that word is wrong,
so it’s not a magic spell. it’s a bad spell,
in fact it’s not a spell at all
and others who also have opinions
about their opinions, say, that word is right,
so it’s a good and magic spell; and there they are,
all crowded round peering through their
dirty glasses, pushing and shoving and shouting
to get nearer the spell and have their say
and oh dear, there's the poet in there too
saying oh do you really think that
I'd better look at it again
and see if you might be right
and sad to say, some poets
begin to worry, about whether
the words of their spell are quite right
not trusting the magic, as if
it came from them and not from itself...
and the magic shrugs its shoulders
and says oh well and goes some place else
where it might be more appreciated
poets are holy hypocrites;
it’s their blessing and their curse
[with more than a little acknowledgement to the vision of Michael Leunig, cartoonist and Living National Treasure]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Free Me
Free me, free me
Why wont you free me
Free me from your spell
Come on and free me
Why wont you free me
Come on and free me
Free me from your spell
Why should I worry
That you might not love me
Youre not the only love
That Ive ever had
Your sweet memory
Will always comfort me
So why should I be feeling sad
As far as I can tell
You knew so well
I was always
At the end of the line
Ive loved you as much
As any man can
But not enough
To make you mine
So long, easy rider
I know Ill miss you for awhile
But sooner or later
I know that Ill forget you
And I tell you babe
Free me
Come on and free me
Why wont you free me
Free me from your spell
Oh babe, free me
Why wont you free me
Come on and free me
Free me from your spell
We let a good love die
We let it pass us by
Though you tried to
Keep me hangin on
But with all this doubt
Itll never work out
So tomorrow Ill be travellin on
And saying:
So long, easy rider
I know Ill miss you for awhile
But sooner or later
I know that Ill forget you
And I beg it babe
Free me
Come on and free me
Why wont you free me
Free me from your spell
Come on and free me
Im on my knees, babe
Free me
Why wont you free me
Free me from your spell
Oh babe, come on
Come on and free me
Why wont you free me
Free me from this spell
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Casting A Spell
LA'-LA-E/LA-LA'-E'
Oi
Maria mondou me dizer
Maria mondou me dizer
Nao (eu) quero falar com voce
Oi
She's just testing her wings and if you give in to her, you'll be just another feather in her cap-she'll drop you in a flash.
She's casting a spell, she's casting a spell, well if she's casting a spell, I can castone as well.
So I said. "No, no, no, I ain't falling for this!
This girl is built to tease; she's only testing the efficiency of her kiss."
She's casting a spell.
Well, if she's casting a spell; I can cast one as well.
She wants to check out how you check out on her test-bed:
Will you get in her book or will you go right to her head?
She's casting a spell.
Well, if she's casting a spell; I can cast one as well.
And so, I cast it right back on her, don't you know my luck; she fell under the influence and then the thunder struck.
Now we're casting a spell, we're casting a spell-you can cast one as well!
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Constructive Criticisms Are Welcome
the way i typed it has a sentamental value...im glad for your consern on my spelling but toommorow is not the point of the poem...thank you for being a 'spell check' if you will but each letter and word is writen the way i write it for a reason...but thank you for your concern
something british i suppose,
but the way i type it
has a sentimental value...
i am glad for your concern
on my spelling but
tomorrow is not the point of the poem...
thank you
for being a speller
a checker but each (word and letter) is written
the way i write it with reason
under the circumstances
reasonable and
legal and tolerable
thank you
thank you
for your concern....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spelling
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words.
A child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
there is no either/or.
However.
I return to the story
of the woman caught in the war
& in labour, her thighs tied
together by the enemy
so she could not give birth.
Ancestress: the burning witch,
her mouth covered by leather
to strangle words.
A word after a word
after a word is power.
At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.
This is a metaphor.
How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first,
your first naming, your first name,
your first word.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Learn How To Spell
Learn how to spell.
You will do better.
You will do well.
If you just take more time...
And learn how to spell.
Don't you wish to be understood?
Knowing a comprehension...
Has been received.
In the best way an understanding...
Could be achieved.
Learn how to spell.
You will do better.
You will do well.
If you just take more time...
And learn how to spell.
It's not difficult today,
To deliver your message...
In a correct way.
Consider a dictionary as your friend.
And refer to it often.
Not just on a whim.
With a skipping of a 'now'.
And delaying a 'then'.
If you want what you say,
Leave an impact your way?
Learn how to spell.
Do that today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Night
Many ways to say good night.
Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
They fizz in the air, touch the water and quit.
Rockets make a trajectory of gold-and-blue
and then go out.
Railroad trains at night spell with a smokestack mushrooming a white pillar.
Steamboats turn a curve in the Mississippi crying a baritone that crosses lowland cottonfields to razorback hill.
It is easy to spell good night.
Many ways to spell good night.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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What You Can Always Misspell
you misspell the obvious sometimes
precisely
because they are too easy
because many always believe them to be
notions
prejudices
like the fact that leaves are supposed to be green
or that sickness be pale
or that life always has an ending
sometimes we make right on those difficult times
we escape
jump over fences
and breathe inside vacuum containers
and you say
this must be a joke
this cannot be true
but how come you spell what used to be hidden
correctly?
you spell hardship correctly
and since joy is too easy
you do not even bother pronouncing the word
you exclaim
baloney
but you are sometimes correct in that way
life is sometimes a play of words
a game in uttering syllables
of course
very much different than the suicide
that most of them
chose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tenderly you come
tenderly you come
to touch the locks of hair
that rest there on the pillow
feathered in a dream
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you touch my face and line it
up in warmth through glass
that stands there instead of window
sundialed roomed so spacious
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you open eyes of a closure
'neath unfaithful sky
to write me there word cloudward
wipe me away or melt
in my sleep silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Break His Spell
You got that far away look in your eyes.
But are you looking at me or at some other guy
Whos got you hypnotized,
Got you mesmerized,
Keep you tranquilized with ever kind of lie.
Still he makes you cry,
So baby realize that i...
Im gonna break his spell.
Ill put him in his place and get you out of this hell.
Im gonna break his spell.
Take this relationship and send it straight to the well.
Im gonna break his spell.
Baby Im gonna break his spell.
Yes I will.
Its been a while since Ive known somethings wrong.
At first you had me thinking everything was gone.
I got a late start.
I let him steal your heart.
I let that fool come in and tear our world apart.
But hes not that smart.
Another love shark and i...
Im gonna break his spell.
Ill put him in his place and get you out of this hell.
Im gonna break his spell.
Take this relationship and send it straight to the well.
Im gonna break his spell.
Baby Im gonna break his spell.
Yes I will.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Chinatown
Patrick simmons
You can see from the top of the hill
Tangled streets and the mystery there
Painted lanterns hang from balconies
People running everywhere
Chinatown, with all your dark mystery
Chinatown, chinatown
Your spell is capturing me
Lovely ladies with almond eyes
Dressed in silk and laces
Twilight falls and the shadows move
Silently in secret places
Chinatown, with all your dark mystery
Chinatown, chinatown
Your spell is capturing me
Youve got me under your spell
Youve got me under your spell
Youve got me under your spell
Youve got me under your spell
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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New York Times
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Cars choking your child to death
But you dont wanna see
Cause you only think about yourself
How blind can you be
New york poor new york
Sniper on the rooftop new york
New york poor new york
Not fit for a dog in new york
Everybody bites on the big apple
Leave the hungry in tears
But no one gives a damn no one really cares
How they feel theyre just paper people not real
You need a gun to walk into new york
Now youre broke and youre out on a ledge
Who can help you this time
Now youre down to your very last cent
Still youre askin me who was your friend
I was your friend
New york poor new york
Who turned the lights out in new york
New york poor new york
Just another blackout in new york
Girl dead on the 26th floor
But no one knew her name
Found her body behind the door
Too young for the game
New york poor new york
Devils in the subway new york
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Talkin talkin talkin - watch out
Harlem touching midtown new york
New york poor new york
Talkin bout new york new york
Moneys getting tighter new york
Theyre burning the bridges to new york
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Signing Off
Signing off
Signing off
Does it surprize you
I wont need your lips anymore
Signing off
Cant idolize you
My heart crossed your name off the door
Signing off
Now that Ive told you
That this is just where I came in
Signing off
Why should I hold you
Youve already said I cant win
Its strange how the rest of the world knows
The things you should see at a glance
And I want what all of the world knows
A person to person romance
Signing off
I cant pretend dear
My trip to the stars took a spill
Were all through
This is the ending
Because you only wanted a thrill
Im signing off
Ill always remember the pleasure
Of friendship and all that its worth
I know that its something to treasure
>from here to the ends of the earth
Signing off
Happy I met you
So please make me happy again
And be sure I wont forget you
The best of everything until then
Im signing off
Signing off
Transcribed by amber
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Magic and Spell
'I Love You' is not a magic word.
It is spell.
A chant in which you would say
right after it took effect.
It is magic potion too.
Which keeps the spell lasts
for a long period of time
or even forever.
Love Is Nothing But A Word
love is a word,
that we always mis
spell, that we
always miss,
spell, that we always
look for
and when we find
what we think
is love
so pure,
so true
and so enduring
to an irony
we surrender
love is too much
to hold
love is too much
to keep
love is more
than what
we can afford
to a certain
point love
overflows
like a dam
that drowns
us
to a certain
extent
love conquers
us
everything
changes us
from nothing
to something
beyond us
love is nothing
but a word
that we
cannot ever hold
that we
misspell always
and we like
eating such word
love, in this
indigestion, this
sporadic outbursts
of gas inside
our guts and intestines
burp
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You padlock a butterfly
Hey my Girlie! the nursery teacher
you taught me to spell love
and how to love smoothly
instead of nursery rhymes.
It's all over like in a movie.
I am a desperado in a nursing home.
Sitting on an isolated bench
And I recognized you from afar,
Your exceptional smile.
Oh! you are designated as a new Matron to this desperate home.Anyway I hope that you will teach me
Your Toy boy, again the spelling of love
And how to love politely not smoothly as earlier?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Song: Spell Out The Blues
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
No ruthless go-getter,
With the dumb luck of youth.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
A fashion trend setter,
Who's never uncouth.
My life's such a clutter,
But what can I do?
I've pulled down the shutters,
And choked off the view.
The world is a gutter,
A foul smelling brew.
And my writings still stutter,
To spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I splutter,
Spell out the blues!
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I'm your prisoner in fetters,
Though you're never cruel.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
No grudge or vendetta,
To play me the fool.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I am dry cheddar,
While you are just smooth.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
You sent me those letters,
So I'd walk in your shoes.
Walk in your shoes!
Walk in your shoes!
I'd pound out the leather,
And walk in your shoes.
My fragile self shatters,
Yet you flatter me.
My attention is scattered,
I fall to my knee.
How can it matter,
If satyr I be?
For I am the Mad Hatter,
Of sad irony.
A sad irony!
A sad irony!
Like metal I'm battered,
By a sad irony.
With a mind sharp as butter,
I ferret the clues.
A weird internet-er,
Who studies the news.
Some call me a nutter,
But I cannot lose.
When the words that I mutter.
Spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I utter,
Spell out the blues!
poem by David SmithWhite
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Whats That Spell?... Go To Hell!
So here I am yeah!
Once again yeah!
Calling out the news
What's that spell
yeah! Got to hell yeah is that phrase I'm about to use
I saw you from my window when you were climbing in
it was just a matter of when
and sure enough you're back again.
So now you're standing on my floor
begging me for more you want alot that
I haven't got and I keep wondering
what for
Won't ever listen won't ever go away
But this time you won't be missing the point of what I've got to say
Cause you're that certain someone
who's been messing with the wrong one
What's that spell?
You get one at a time of my eight bits put them together
and read my lips
Whats that spell?
GO TO HELL!
Feels just like a sickness where you're a constant cough
Or maybe like a smell that just don't wanna wear off
Could you be liquid by accident retained
How do you spell the point that I sustain
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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