Poem for Tara, by request
I may be
dyslexic
but I know
not to
carp
over someone else's
parc
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Carp in the Donut-Shaped Lake
(To Akira Kurosawa)
Swimming in the donut-shaped lake,
The carp goes round and round,
While not in the ocean where waves break,
It is in way more it could want for surround,
While it is not such a make,
None can say it is no found,
For it emule with perfection the sake
Of an environment meant to be confound
For something bigger than lake,
As for here carp goes round and round,
And while at carp's mistake,
Carp finds itself around,
To what comes to partake
Ocean's characteristic abound,
And carp seems to forsake,
The reason to whom it is bound,
And takes for real the fake,
That lake is the ocean's ground,
For carp suffers the redound,
Of the donut-shape of the lake,
It learned to swim round and round,
In this ocean's astounding remake,
With no walls to put brake,
It reminds of ocean profound,
The donut-shaped lake,
Where carp goes round and round,
poem by Pedro Cescon
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Koi
Chinese Carp swimming
in prestigious ornamental tank
prestige purchased expensively
for luck for tradition for prestige.
If you were ravenously hungry
would you eat lucky carp?
Would starving poor people
among you eat it gladly?
Koi - a carp with red-gold or white coloring, kept as an aquarium or ornamental pond fish. Native to Japan and temperate regions of East Asia.
Latin name: Cyprinus carpio
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There are a couple of carp fishing books I've been reading. I'm very interested in that line of books, because I think they write very well, carp anglers, about the general environment.
quote by Tom Felton
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Bearly a Cereal Killer
The killing fields,
not in Cambodia during the Kymar Rouge Regime,
Not in slaughter house five by Vonnegut,
But an animal that tended to have animal instincts,
appalling isn’t it?
The bear, who is bi-polar,
--no scratch that, single polar,
For the Antarctic continent lacks bears but is for the birds,
Knut, was cute, his diet, seafood he had to taste,
For awhile, but he began maliciously killing carp,
All the possible Gelfite Fish gone to waste.
Knut, the once-cute celebrity polar bear turned vicious killer, is at the center of a controversy over his brutal slaughter of ten carp at the Berlin Zoo. The massive polar bear, who has lived at the zoo since birth, apparently fished the carp out of the moat surrounding him and ripped them to shreds in front of several disgusted zoo patrons.
DE-DE-DE, you wonder if people know about nature.
Life is not orderly and cute,
such as especially Germans can attest to this,
From the chancellors and barons,
'There is speculation that hand-reared Knut killed the carp just for fun.' One German newspaper reported that Knut 'senselessly murdered the carp' before leaving their remains.
I find a paradox that so many were sickened at the thought of many carps being put down by a polar bears,
Yet not more than two generations has passed since millions were slaughtered, but no one knew or were following orders.
(4-13-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Jekr
What dyslexic idiots
type
when
they are trying to say
jerk.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm a human being, I'm not a machine. I'm 72. I'm dyslexic.
quote by Robert Blake
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I was very active but I was dyslexic and had a really hard time at school.
quote by Ashley Scott
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La Mur De La Prison D'en Face
Paroles et musique : Yves Duteil
(c) 1977 by les ditions de l'critoire
1 En regardant le mur
De la prison d'en face
J'entends tous les ragots
Et les bruits des autos
Boulevard Arago
Qui passent
Sur les toits des maisons
Qui servent d'horizon
Un bout de la tour Mont-
Parnasse
2 L'hiver on voit les gens
Dans les maisons d'en face
L't les marronniers
Les cachent aux prisonniers
Et les bruits du quartier
S'effacent
Quand l'cole a ferm
Combien ont d penser
Au jour de la rentre
Des classes
3 En regardant le mur
J'imagine sa place
Les grillages ouvrags
D'un parc abandonn
Explosant de rosiers
D'espace
Les grillages ouvrags
D'un parc abandonn
O les arbres emmls
S'enlacent
4 En regardant le mur
De la prison d'en face
Le coeur un peu serr
D'tre du bon ct
Du ct des autos
Je passe
Et du toit des maisons
Qui ferment l'horizon
Un morceau de la Tour
Dpasse
song performed by by Yves Duteil
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I was dyslexic, I had no understanding of schoolwork whatsoever. I certainly would have failed IQ tests. And it was one of the reasons I left school when I was 15 years old. And if I - if I'm not interested in something, I don't grasp it.
quote by Richard Branson
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I used to have some fish, some nice little carp, but they got too big for the tank. I don't have any pets now.
quote by Tom Felton
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I was dyslexic before anybody knew what dyslexia was. I was called 'slow'. It's an awful feeling to think of yourself as 'slow' - it's horrible.
quote by Robert Benton
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My Darling Inday
hey darling
try to check
if you are not dyslexic
why can't you
understand
my short
obvious lines
why can't you read
between my lines
why can't you see
the tongue
in my eyes
saying
it is just you
you! you!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fishing For Carp (Hybridanelle)
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and the ringhals till now with eyes brown and unaware
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage
when it immediately rears
and girly is ready with the food, ready to deliver
and it gives her a great scare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and in your mind you are crunching gears
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,
with the woman leaving to prepare sausage
and you are angry at the old deceiver
while she brings a tray full of goodies with loving care,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
luckily she freezes behind you somewhere
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air
and you wish for her to be anywhere, but right there,
and a nearby tree looks like a quiver
and you are looking for a kind of snare.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
and this is now a dangerous affair
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,
and the snake only half alert senses something testing the air
slamming down on the snake like with golf driver
and this is it, you have had your share of luck, but still you dare,
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
she screams in fright, while you slam to your right
with your rod whistling
and using the rod in your hands you slam with all your might,
and the water shines like silver
and you cuddle her and there's a smile that you share.
Fishing for carp, with a six-pack cooling in the river
something makes a sound, a movement making you shiver
and you think: not again that spitting thing with its deadly sting,
when on your right a banded spitting cobra appears,
with your rod whistling
when it immediately rears.
poem by Gert Strydom
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If I wasn't dyslexic, I probably wouldn't have won the Games. If I had been a better reader, then that would have come easily, sports would have come easily... and I never would have realized that the way you get ahead in life is hard work.
quote by Bruce Jenner
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Siluroid
I am the prize catch
I live in an artificial lake
fed by a nappe phréatique
I was put there to keep
lesser fish: carp
from taking up too much space
I live to be caught
and caught again
and be let loose as rain
I protest only to attract attention
Twenty minutes to make things look good
for the fresh-water sportsman
I know now well how to play the game
My almost fanless tail
A slithering mermaid mass from my puffed-up head
where overcoat-button eyes
sunk on either side
of my gaping gasping mouth
shell-fish fins for hands
Seven beige whiskers under my gawking chin
make me the butt
of dare-devil diving click-clucking coots
Even the slender-necked darting grebe ignores me
I stay low when the wild geese gather
with their young:
duckling swan barnacle
I make no sound to call my own
Only the crunch of carp
between two rows of filed-down molars
It is not my duty to swagger around
even under my metallic raincoat camouflage
I hide where the yarrow stalks grow thick and deep
or where the weeping willows dip their loaded plaits
Every Sunday I await the sporting hameçon
The tear makes the wear more ludique
Only the side of my underlip looks like a harelip
It doesn't much matter
for the fun-loving trotters and rovers
like to marvel with pride at my side
in the fishing-club picture of the week
Meantime I gorge myself with carp
That's why I hardly ever wish to carp
(© T. Wignesan - Paris - 2012)
Note: The Siluroid, one of the largest fresh-water fishes, sometimes two metres and a half in length and weighing anything between a hundred and a hundred and fifty kilos.
poem by T. Wignesan
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If you
If you are dyslexic and every word you read and write hits you like a kick in the balls, if your family invalidates you more than they understand or support you, well why be the scapegoat for the arrogant. If you sincerely tried to talk with them and they are too blindly willful, to see you and they think it is their God given right to abuse you, well thankChrist you are away from them.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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On the hook of truth only small carp will bite; in the net of falsehood the big salmon are caught.
Hits you like a kick in the
If you are dyslexic and every word you read and write hits you like a kick in the balls, if your family invalidates you more than they understand or support you, well why be the scapegoat for the arrogant. If you sincerely tried to talk with them and they are too blindly willful, to see you and they think it is their God given right to abuse you, well thank Christ you are away from them. You do not have to be with them or any other such as they in this world as well as in all worlds to come.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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If you are dyslexic, your eyes work fine, your brain works fine, but there is a little short circuit in the wire that goes between the eye and the brain. Reading is not a fluid process.
quote by Bruce Jenner
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Yeah, we held a junior carp tournament on the St. Lawrence River in New York last August. I hosted that along with a couple of other people.
quote by Tom Felton
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