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Spelling

I'm fascinated by the way
Our language comes unstuck,
When all the rules of spelling
Look as though they've run amok.

You wouldn't BOUGH to an audience,
Or swing from the BOW of a tree;
No wonder it's hard for foreigners:
It's hard for you and me!

When looking for admittance
We don't K-nock on doors;
We knock, the K is silent,
Just like the G in gnaws.

And people, places or things, to me
Were always known as nouns;
I find it odd that ladies then,
Don't sleep in their night-GOUNS.

Word endings are no better,
Just take for instance blue;
Why not EW? I ask you now
We don't eat Irish STUE.

And double letters easily
Can set your brain a-spinning;
We put one N in losing,
And then put two in winning.

'I before E, except after C'
Was taught for years in schools;
But NEITHER VEIL nor VEIN are BEING
Obedient to the rules.

With all these contradictions
And gross anomalies,
I think I'll give up English,
And try to learn Chinese!

Written Oct 1994

poem by John Carter Brown
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So Hard

I double-cross you
And you get mysterious mail
I've tried hard not to shock you
It's hard not to with the things I could say
Tell me why don't we try
Not to break our hearts and make it so hard for ourselves?
Why don't we try
Not to break our hearts and make it so hard for ourselves?

You lock your letters in a box
And you've hidden the key
I go one better - I'm indebted
To a contact magazine
Tell me why don't we try
Not to break our hearts and make it so hard for ourselves?
Why don't we try
Not to break our hearts and make it so hard for us?

Everybody's got to live together
Just to find a little peace of mind there
If you give up your affairs forever
I will give up mine
But it's hard
So hard

I'm always hoping you'll be faithful
But you're not

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys from Disco 2
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Although spoken English doesn't obey the rules of written language, a person who doesn't know the rules thoroughly is at a great disadvantage.

quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Being Of The Losing End

(groszmann/jones)
I have got pins and needles, boy
From sleeping on your floor
Its been so long I cant remember
What it was I came here for
Oh lord, when youre winning
Aint it ever easy to pretend
But its hard, so hard
Being on the losing end
I saw your golden eagle
Flying high above my day
Casting never ending shadows
Putting darkness cross my day
Oh lord, cant you remember
You said youd always be my friend
And its hard, so hard
Being on the losing end
Gotta help me lord
Im on the dark side of dawn
Gotta find that road
I need your sweet love, lord
I need your sweet love
Oh lord, when youre winning
Aint it easy to pretend
But its hard, so hard
Yes its hard, so hard
Being on the losing end

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The language with largest vocabulary

It has only seven letters
And has the largest vocabulary
There is no dearth
Of expression
For any situation or emotion
One same thing
Can mean a million things

King Solomon deciphered
Ants’ impression using this language
Indian mythology has it that
A much revered teacher
Taught all his disciples
Using this language
Clearing their all doubts
On any subject

It is not written
It is not spoken
It is not heard
But has in-depth meaning
And a lot application

It is not formally taught
As it has no syllabus
People pick up this
In their life paths
Some do not just pick this up
But, make excellent use of it
And successfully overcome
Difficult and challenging maneuvers

This language came into being
Long before the creation of this universe
Yes, it is not a just a global language
It is a universal language

This is in use world over
This is a common language
But often not used
This language has no grammar
No problem of spelling words wrong
There are no present, future or past tenses
There is no subject, predicate or object
As there are no sentences framed with this language

When used the person can still keep smiling
Often understood as a consent granted

Even the just new born is
As much as much eloquent
With this language
As the person who is preparing for departure

There is none to teach
But the language is learnt

The language is quoted as golden
As it can hurt no one

Much learned people resort to this
When they are to negotiate
Challenging situations

Some great philosophers
Teach their students
Comprehensively with the use of this language

By using this language
You are sure to win
Great many things
Use this wonder language
Effectively and appropriately
The language of silence

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I Learn And Study English

- Let’s start from the very beginning!
- Ok, I know, it’s a very good place to start.
- If you want to know how to read
you have to learn the alphabet.
As far as we are not in a race
you can face 26 letters in one phrase.
“The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog”.
Now we’ll have some dialogue.
You’ll see how new words appear,
I hope everything will be clear.
For example: to admire – admiration,
to inspire – inspiration. Now you, please!
And pray be at your ease!
- To desire – desiration.
- Oops! My voice whoops!
Well, when you study English
you have to distinguish:
one goose but many geese.
-What about a moose?
Are they meese?
- A lone mouse can transform into…
a whole set of mice,
but… it’s impossible for a single house
to become a whole block of hice.
- Ok, a house – houses.
Why not a mouse – mouses?
- A tooth but teeth, a foot but feet.
If I speak of a foot
and you show me your feet.
- And if I give you a boot
would a pair be called beet?
Can I say a root
and in plural form reet?
- Let’s make this question complete!
There are a lot of exceptions
in the language of British nations.
Anyway, the rules are the tools
for learning the language,
and together with the exceptions
it is something like a sandwich.
Let’s go on! - said my teacher with a yawn.
A lot of time has already gone,
I am not going to stay here until the dawn.
Do you like to read?
- Of course! The books are the source of information,
to learn the language formation.
- Ok, then you are a reader.
- If I like to write I am a writer, am I not?
- Oh, yes! Something I forgot.
Let’s take an easy word “ball”.
- Yes, I like to play football.
- Good! Now open the ball!
- What do you mean by that?
I am not a rat so that to cut the ball.
It’s not funny at all.
- You are kidding!
- Oh, no! I am not a kid!
I would like to know where the meaning of that “ball” lead.
- Ok, in that phrase “ball” has the meaning of a party,
but… a bit more arty.
- There are a lot of other English words I can’t understand.
Why do they call all men gentlemen?
Are they all gentle?
This word looks so fundamental.
If a man is rude can I say a rudeman?
I wouldn’t like to look like a clown
That’s why I ask you again:
Will the difference remain
If I say: shut up or shut down?
I would also like to know:
If we say a teacher taught
why can’t we say: a preacher praught?
If people from Poland are called “Poles”
Why aren’t people from Holland called “Holes”
- Ok, I think our time has gone
and the whole picture of English was not yet drawn.
But at the end of our lesson I would like say:
You were lying all day.
- Oh, no! That’s not true!
I lay on the sofa just several times.
You had better tell me:
With just what “lie” rhymes?

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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R.e.s.p.e.c.t

It's hard to tell them when what's true,
'Cause deep inside you know they’ll judge you,
Put you down and even condemn you,
They perfectly don't know what you feel,
But still, they don't want to understand what’s real,
'Cause for them you're just the dirt in their hands,
They won't open their hearts and accept you,
But they'll slam the door and push you away,
Tell you you're nothing and stab you with the hurtful word they say.

No one is perfect as many people would say,
But in their eyes, they feel perfect and they won't listen to a word you say,
Respect is a broad word to understand not by mind but by our hearts and soul,
It's confusing to know what respect really means,
'Cause respect couldn’t be seen,
People are people and yes we make mistakes,
We try to be perfect but still, there are rules that we break,
The test of time will measure who we really are with every brave soul that sticks to the word respect and practice it,
Is a ghost of reality that haunts everyone to change what they are today,
Change the things that are wrong and learn to give way.

Good people often get hit by intrigues all the time,
But it doesn't mean revenge should come on the line,
'Cause if only people would learn to give respect to live and if we learn to give respect we'll all be happy,
And we'll never see someone crying or planning revenge to somebody,

Let's RESPECT everybody, treat them as a family.

poem by Karen Montegrande
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The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger

I am not ambitious at all:
I am not a poet, I know
(Though I do love to see a mere scrawl
To order and symmetry grow).
My muse is uncertain and slow,
I am not expert with my tools,
I lack the poetic argot:
But I hope I have kept to the rules.

When your brain is undoubtedly small,
'Tis hard, sir, to write in a row,
Some five or six rhymes to Nepaul,
And more than a dozen to Joe:
The metre is easier though,
Three rhymes are sufficient for 'ghouls,'
My lines are deficient in go,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.

Unable to fly let me crawl,
Your patronage kindly bestow:
I am not the author of Saul,
I am not Voltaire or Rousseau:
I am not desirous, oh no!
To rise from the ranks of the fools,
To shine with Gosse, Dobson and Co.:
But I hope I have kept to the rules.

Dear Sir, though my language is low,
Let me dip in Pierian pools:
My verses are only so so,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.

poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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Who Wonders About Spellings?

who wonders about spellings?
judgement made and judgment passed
a word application flags judgement

as an incorrect spelling
but a rolling stone gathers no moss
search the word online

a kiwi familiar with both
British and American spellings
instantly searches in mind

both judgement and judgment
occur with seemingly equal frequency
one English the other American?

Dictionary English
Dictionary American
Program setting in computer?

What a bother!
If both are OK
on differing sides of pond?

Yes Yes you guess
you could...
updat your dictionary?

by adding
the 'judgement'
spelling

but doing
so might
lend

it will it will
assistance...
to spelling

inconsistencies
a certain probability
yes yes a 'judgment call'

your wondering
why the two spellings?
now your saying

you would have to say
British spelling is judgement
American spelling is judgment

now your quoting
early twentieth century?
when H. W. Fowler

was writing
his influential
book on usage

a personal opinion
the spelling judgment
was research evidently

being used
by a lot
of British writers?

It is the British spelling
it is the British rule
for all British spellings!

All American writers
use American spellings
unless living in Britain?

Canada Australia
New Zealand India
Commonwealth nations?

according to Fowler
'modern usage'
favored judgment?

nevertheless
Fowler and the OED
preferred judgement?

What rot old bean
Henry Watson Fowler
was an English schoolmaster

a lexicographer
and commentator
on the usage

of the English language
notable for both achievements
'A Dictionary of Modern English Usage'
and work on the 'Concise Oxford Dictionary'

described by 'The Times'
as 'a lexicographical genius'
he was English following

English spellings
English rules
pure simple or researched

how bizarre to come so far from
judgement to judgment made
but for a different spin read on in

judgements of a poet fanciful made
when waxing romantic artful
'When Soul Walked Night Visions'

when waxing playful insightful delightful
'A Desire To Know Deep Meanings'
explores shift changes in dictionaries made

or knock upon histories door for origins
'Dr Samuel Johnson's Dictionary Masterpiece'
cross channel 'Webster's American Spellings'

final 'Judgement Of A Word' brings us
full circle global internet on line spellings
to swiftly search out basic online meanings

poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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In my other life ~ ~ ~ Song Lyric's

In my other life, I marched troops in formations
I manned the gun and turned them into men
In my other life, I had so many wayward women
They broke me down and made me, what I am

They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry

In my other life, I consumed minds recreations
I made peace with myself, these insecurities, could not stand
In my other life, I lived with incarcerations
They broke me down and made me, what I am

They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry

In my other life, I worked hard to make a living
I gave up my recklessness, and vowed never, to give in
In my other life, I was married and had children
There broke me down and made me, what I am

They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry

In my other life, I was drawn to the Truth and His resurrection
I confessed my sins, by faith believed and made Him, my Lord
In my other life, I learned to die to self and surrender
Conviction broke me down; the Blood made me, what I am

He showed me a narrow road men seldom travel
He gave me grace to change, in the Sweet, by and by
That losing could mean your really winning
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why

He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why

Words & Music by Gene Gamble/Two-G’s Music © 1995

poem by Gene Gamble
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Learn Chinese July 11th,2012

LEARN CHINESE July 11th,2012
By
James Bredin

If it was Gaelic they were speaking I might catch a word or two,
But Toronto has turned Chinese and I don't have a clue,
So I think I should learn Mandarin and then we can get along,
I don't know; but is that the language they speak in Hong Kong?




I just looked it up on the Internet and found out to my surprise,
They have more than a hundred languages so I can't improvise,
Has an English-speaking Canadian ever learned Chinese?
Which is easier to learn - Mandarin or Cantonese?




Years ago, I thought of becoming bilingual and learning French,
But Canada is has gone multicultural down a communication trench,
And now I have to find out where they teach easy Chinese,
And maybe eventually, I can pretend I'm Cantonese.

July 11th,2012

poem by James Bredin
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Rules of Splitting!

Listen now; there are rules to walking with me.
No, I am not about to write some silly simile.
This is the hard solid truth,
Break the rules there is no ruth.

Rule one: something on the ground
That cannot be unbound,
Walk on the same side,
DO NOT DIVIDE!

Rule two: you are allowed ONLY
When the doors are pushed openly
But not when the doors are pulled open.
You should be taking notes go get a pen.

Rule three: when in a group I can maybe
Handle a split, but only if it is even baby!
So when walking do best to be sure of it,
Because there is no reason for you to split!

Well, those are the rules,
Live by them silly fools!
They are just what I need,
So maybe it is I that should lead! !

poem by Amanda May Moore
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Hope for the weary

It's hard to think you matter,
Sometimes

It's hard to think people care
Sometimes

It's hard to go on
Sometimes

But all of those things are minor compared to how hard it is to get back.

Don't end you precious life
don't you dare snuff it out

I know it may seem hard
But that's what everything's about.

You can't give it to things like that,
You can't give in at all.

Even if some people think,
if they push you, you will fall

You were created for this life,
No one stronger for it than you
you may not believe the words I write,
But trust that they are true.

Your story is being written,
Your song is being sung,
You are the main character,

And your journey has just begun.

poem by Kimeyth Winchester
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Love Rules

Evry day you pass her in the hall
You just pretend that you dont see her at all
You wanna tell her how much you care
You wanna call her but you just dont dare
Love rules, ooo love rules
Out in the parking lot with all the guys
Dont ever let em see the tears in your eyes
Shes got a date tonight and it aint you
So you go out there and you get one too
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love rules
You wish you didnt have so much to feel
Its much too scary and its all too real
All your friends are out havin fun
Sometimes you think that youre the only one
That love rules, ooo love rules
While everybodys out makin time
You cant help thinkin youre the last in line
Shes the finest thing youve ever seen
You wrap your arms around her in your dreams
When she smiles it brings you to your knees
You wanna tell her but you always freeze
Shes in the back seat but youre much too shy
Youd give the world to be an older guy
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love still rules
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, love rules love rules
Love rules

song performed by by Don Henley
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Hard To Be Honest

(Music: DirkschneiderKaufmannGianola - Words: DirkschneiderKaufmann)
I played the game - I broke the rules
The truth is always cruel
It's not for me to win or lose
This one will be on you
Sometimes it's hard to be tough
And play this way so rough
I give it straight - you know why
I want it all - I'll take it all
I don't know why - don't wanna hide
Don't want forever lie
Now it's time for all of us
So let's break free
No matter what you say
You know it's hard to be honest
It's hard not to lie
You know it's hard to be honest
It's hard not to lie
All hail the truth and damn the lies
There's so much we can do
Now it's on you to deal the cards
The joker breaks the rules
So take a look at what you see
The mirror never lies
The time has come to say farewell
So leave it all behind you all
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
No matter how - you found it out
It's time to give the truth
I've seen it all - in black or white
The hardest thing to do
[Bridge]
[Chorus]

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Left Me

I have not obey you
I have not obey your rules
I want to go beyond you
I want to go beyond your rules.

The cosmos has its own rules
I am a part of cosmos
I am comos
I have my own rules.

Left me where I am
I will find my own clue
I am deep sky blue.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fourth Year

Four years have gone
And something's well done
It's not just the book
but the courage I took....
To have come this far
and winning the war
Of sleepless nights I battle
with my notes I patiently handle....
Through the rain and the sun
my school life's been fun
For the friends I made
half the weather is paid...
From the guards on the gate
and the bus drivers who wait
To the instructors who inspire
my grades got a little higher...
I'll come to acknowledge
for you all have given me advantage
To learn my lessons either ways
For both hard and easy pays...
I was neither disobedient
nor a student that obedient
But school life will be a miss
Along with people I used to tease...
Now I'll go and be on my own
Four long years I have grown
To be someone worthy of recognition
So now, it's time for my graduation.

P.S. written 8 days to go
before my graduation...^_^

poem by nObOdy's gIrL
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One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

poem by Elizabeth Bishop (1976)
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The Fog

Here in this town they have all got the blues
As the paper boy takes off without any news
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
And Im yelling and screaming cause baby youre driving me crazy
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyones getting somewhere and youre getting old
Career opportunities they all have been sold
Along with your body and most of your soul
And Im yelling and screaming cause baby youre driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going too last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
When you start frowning they think youre obscene
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
Im yelling and screaming cause baby youre driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going too last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
And we yell and we scream
As the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going to last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
And the fogs getting thicker the worlds spinning fast
The chaos is building, its going to last
And its so hard to see and youre so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind

song performed by by Maroon 5
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Between High School & Old School

Hey hey
Hey hey
I guess I'm a loner and I don't fit in (No...)
I ain't too comfortable in my skin (Oh...)
An' I don't play well with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
Hey hey
Hey hey
Nobody wants me hanging round
Unless it's from a tree in the middle of town
And I'm out of step with the others
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
So I defy maybe all rules maybe no rules
My clothes don't make me
My hair ain't cut right
And I don't care much
No I don't care at all
I guess my brain is out of sync, I think
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere between high school and old school
I can't decide, I just can't decide
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Aw...

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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