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The Grammar Nazi

She doesn't goose step when she passes me by
She never says 'Sieg Heil' when I say 'hi'
She wears no insignia on her arm or upon her chest
And nowhere on her, do I see a swastika crest,
She looks so peaceful and happy from what I see
She smiles and jokes and laughs so happily
But then her demeanor changes in the wink of an eye
She becomes someone else, whom I hate and despise,
When I write her a message to talk about my day
I could almost hear her swearing though I am miles away
I could see her beating her fist down upon her hand or her desk
While correcting my wording and the spelling that's in my text,
She says my messages they must always be decoded
As my sentence structure to her is rotted away and eroded
She is evil and hateful when she curses me on my grammar
Then all I hear from her is nothing, but her constant yammer,
What ever happened to the person that she was once before
As she has never been judgmental or ever fought in a war
Who do you blame besides her schooling to some degree
Look and listen to her now, she's became a grammar Nazi

poem by Randy McClave
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Ninja Shuriken

Now the time
is come. For us
ninja to fight.
Just because the Samurai
are strong, doesn't mean we're not

Stronger. Ninja are fast and sneaky. We
have abilities that would blow your mind.
Unless of course, you know our ways. We are
real in every way. You just got to believe
in us. You got to
know, that we're strong. Stronger than the Samurai.
Enjoy watching the fight. For the
ninja has this battle won. Samurai will be defeated.

________________________________ __________

Authors Note: I know the grammar part for the now the time is come is wrong. Cuz is should be are and I'd prefer it that way but This is an acrostic poem and I couldn't think up a sentence for I to go along with the story, so I used wrong grammar for it. Trust me, I didn't want to do that but I did. Guess it's a good thing that grammar ain't all that important when it comes to poetry. That's what my teacher said and I believe her. She did go to college and Idc what anyone else says about my grammar on here. My teacher said grammar ain't that important when it comes to poetry/poems and so I'm gonna listen to her.

If you read down, it says ninja shuriken.

poem by Ninja Soul
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I Talk with My Hands

Just because my voice doesn’t speak
don’t mean I don’t say a word.

I talk with my hand
when I want to be heard.

I speak fast for those who know me.
I slow down for the ones who stop
to hear me. I talk with my hand.

I have preached sermons
and I have told jokes
With my hand I have spoke.

Now, as for those who don’t
want to hear me no matter
what I say or do.

I’ll still talk with my hands
I’ll fold them and pray for you.

I talk with my hand

poem by Lore Me34
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Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules

Oh grammar rules, oh now your virtues show
So children still read you with awefull eyes,
As my young dove may in your precepts wise
Her grant to me, by her own virtue know.

For late, with heart most high, with eyes most low,
I crav'd the thing which ever she denies:
She, lightning Love, displaying Venus' skies,
Lest once should not be heard, twice said, 'No, No.'

Sing then, my Muse, now Io Paean sing,
Heav'n's envy not at my high triumphing:
But grammar's force with sweet success confirm:

For grammar says (oh this, dear Stella, weigh,)
For grammar says (to grammar who says nay?)
That in one speech two negatives affirm.

poem by Philip Sidney
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I'm this kinda girl...........

I’m this kinnda girl
Current mood: adored

I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...

I'm the girl who likes to be kissed under the stars, more than inside your bedroom or in a expensive resturant...

I'm the girl who holds your hand and plays with it....

I'm the girl who doesn't mind you playing with her hair....

I'm the girl who stares into your eyes looking for a reason what you see in me.......

I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss...

I'm the girl who will take care of you when you are sick...

I'm the girl who you can talk to you about anything...

I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...

I'm the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one...

I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...

I'm the girl who will listen to you talk...

I'm the girl who remembers how and when we first met.......

I'm the girl who loves to hear you sing, even if you horrible....

I'm the girl who promises to never leave, and keeps it......

I'm the girl who loves when you hug me for no apparent reason...

I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind or kiss me on the forehead....

I'm the girl who loves you for you; and doesn't care what other people say about us...

I'm the girl who will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life...

poem by Amber Day
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The Undereducated

Just remember I don't come from the best
For what I write is but pure desire and dedication
An obsession in which I will learn my lesson
Being poor doesn't deny me the right
Today or tomorrow night
I draw you in because I write what I would want to read
Not just anything will satisfy
For I am picky only of those of true intellect
Attract my utmost intention
Think of me one who likes to read new inventions
Always original, and always a draw
I read and re read to perfect indeed
But I'm of the undereducated so I'm still flawed
Ten years of constant writing and no schooling has made me the next undereducated bread winner
A defender to those who criticize, by stereo type
But I care not
For I am what I am.
You want to judge, judge by the mistakes, in my grammar I make.
Teach me to appreciate the English language
Be my gauge, tell me what I can do better.
For I read all comments and letters.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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3 Years

The first year was great
jokes and laughs
games and retardedness

That summer was even better
staying up late
texting all day
showers over the phone
what more can we ask for?

The second year was wow
not so many jokes
less laughs
i dont even know what happened to the games
or to the retardedness
i think a good question should be...
What happened to you?

The summer started off shakey
yea we talked
but there was a big white wall in between us
or better yet a girl
she liked you so much
and yea i guess you liked her too.

The middle of the summer started getting better
we had the jokes and laughs
but still no games or retardedness
we were still missing alot.

Towards the end of the summer
we had everything
man was i happy

We were best friends again
the jokes and the laughs were awesome
and the games and the retardedness was back!

The third year is starting now
its going good so far
we still have everything
but....

The first year was better
and that summer was the best!

poem by Adriana Ellis
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Message Of Love

I, walk alone in the dark, with you
And deep, in the shadows I run, without you
And here, here I stand, the king of fools
Now loves here, where are you
Baby can you hear me
Can you hear me callin
Baby can you hear my
Message of love
Baby can you hear me
Can you hear me callin,
Baby can you hear my
Message of love
Why, have I waited so long to be there...for you
Now, now Im ready to give everything...to you
Now loves here, where are you
Baby can you hear me callin,
Baby you hear my
Message of love
Baby can you hear me
Can you hear me callin,
Baby can you hear my
Message of love
I hear...but I never listen
I see...and still Im blind
All alone...lost in the silence, Im dyin
Baby can you hear me
Can you hear me callin,
Baby can you hear my
Message of love
Baby can you hear me
Can you hear me callin,
Baby can you hear my
Message of love
Message...do you, do you. do you hear me
Do you hear my message
Baby can you hear me callin, callin
Do you, do you hear me

song performed by by Journey
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Why Don't Ya Go?

Get away... get away
Don't bother me today
I don't wanna hear
It... not here
Not now
How o how
Can you talk to me?
Ignore me happily
And hope i don't die
Why won't you just leave
Take all your junk with a mighty heave
I don't want your junk today, let me suffer from the temptation of yesterday
The failure of the past
The memory of the iconoclast
The Open book, the one who is the archetype of fey
You've done this to me, so why don't ya just go
Don't talk to me no mo'
I won't listen
I'll devour your words and make them my identity
This hate, this is me, can't you see
All you did to me? Why don't you ever stop or relent
It doesn't matter if i repent
You're always there
Just to dare
Me to think deeper with honesty, you fuel the hate i crave
I hate you, because you made me hate me, now there is no one to save
Me from the hate, because...because... it's made me complete
It's given me a purpose, O how i revel in defeat...

poem by David Knox
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London

How can I write here when the walls have poetry?
And my soul is satisfied
When art hovers in the air and dances free?
When the heart has been explored over scones and tea?
How can I write when Keats once live down the street?
And Shakespeare rests beneath my feet?
What is there to add to the words of the greats?
With all that has been explored between love and hate
Do I lay to rest my pen?
Do I throw it to the air and in their words swim?
How can I write all that is in my heart and soul,
When my tale has been told
With far more tender grace
With far more eloquence and pace?
Please do check my grammar and spelling,
For I much to learn if I have a tale for the telling.

poem by Bridie Latona
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Henceforth, language studies were no longer directed merely towards correcting grammar.

quote by Ferdinand de Saussure
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Oh...You've Got Jokes Today, Huh?

Who 'is' you?

'No.
It is who 'are' you.'

'Are' Is You?
That doesn't make sense.

'No. No. No.
Listen...
'Is' you is incorrect.
'Are' you is acceptable text.'

I'm confused.
So you isn't you at all?
Although you 'are' but not 'is'?

Why are you staring at me?

'I'm just thinking...
WHO did you pay,
To get your Master's Degree? '

Oh...
You've got jokes today,
Huh?

'I hope I don't come in contact with too many.
And who is I?
I'm interviewing future doctorate candidates.'

Oh wow. Oh wow..
I just knows I qualify!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Least, Everybody's Happy

I want you to be happy
Because if you happy
I will be happy too

I want you to feel happy
Because if you happy
I will feel peaceful

I want your happiness
Because if you happy
I won't need anything else

I want to see you happy
Because if you happy
I will not be forced to see you grieving

I want you to know happiness
Because if you happy
I will not disturb only by your sorrow

I want to hear that you're happy
Because if you happy
I should not listen to your unhappy story

I want you to find happiness
Because if you happy
I will not be chased by constant nightmare

I want you have a touch of happiness
Because if you happy
I could rip your ugly sad face with smile

I want to give you happiness
Because if you happy
I could take you from the darkness

I want you to taste happiness
Because if you happy
I must not swallow the bitterness

I want you realize that you have a right to be happy
Because if you happy
I won't be drowned in regret because ignorance

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power.

quote by Joan Didion
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Watching You Without Me

(whats that? )
(its four, five, six, seven...)
You cant hear me.
You cant hear me.
You cant hear what Im saying.
You cant hear what Im saying to you.
You watch the clock
Move the slow hand.
I should have been home
Hours ago,
But Im not here.
But Im not here.
You cant hear me.
You cant hear me.
You cant feel me
Here in the room with you now.
You cant hear what Im saying.
You dont hear what Im saying, do you?
Cant let you know
Whats been happening.
Theres a ghost in our home,
Just watching you without me.
Im not here.
(you dont hear me.) [backwards]
But Im not here.
(you cant hear me.)
But Im not here.
(you dont hear what Im saying.)
Dont ignore, dont ignore me,
Let me...[indecipherable]*
Dont ignore, dont ignore me,
Let me...[indecipherable]
Dont ignore, dont ignore me,
Let me...[indecipherable]
We see you here. [backwards]
We see you here.
We see you here.
We see you here.
We see you here.
We see you here.
We see you here.
We see you here.
You dont hear me come in.
Help me, baby! help me, baby! talk to me! listen to me,
Listen to me! talk to me! help--
(you cant hear me.) [backwards]
Listen, baby! listen to me, baby! help me, help me, baby!
Talk to me! talk to me! please, baby, talk to me!
(you cant hear me.) [backwards]
You wont hear me leaving.

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Grammar school never taught me anything about grammar.

quote by Isaac Goldberg
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Broken Verbs and Writers Block

I coddle these Broken Verbs
hold them to light
to see if they will move me
beyond this adjectival, noun less state.

I am all Metaphor and Simile
swimming in Transitivity;
in my Pluperfectness.

My Gerunds
and Participles dangle
my Clauses fragment;
when I speak
I know only Dark Words
and Raven Poems.

Today I am tense;
less.
My Grammar is broken
my etiology's vague
and my words
have different and even
contradictory meanings.

I am reading the dictionary-
definition of Happiness;
it is confusing;
and depressing.
Look it up you will see.

So here now
I construct
Ist person sentences
to be
a step beyond
what Grammar I am today.

And each time I get
to the very last Clause
and the Period end
of the day.
Relieved.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Everywhere I Go

I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
People say that I must be in love
The way I forget what were speaking of
The way I stand there smiling straight ahead
And walk away without hearing a word they said
I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can close my eyes and hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
In the middle of the football game
At the beach in the pouring rain
Standing on a hillside staring at the sun
People hurry by the unfortunate one
With the faraway eyes and the mystery smile
Moving my body in a ragamuffin style
I cant sit down when I hear it start
I hear you heart everywhere I go
People say that I must be a fool
Cause when Im near you I cannot be cool
I dont quite make sense when I talk to you
And when you smile I forget everything I knew
I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can close my eyes and hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
Standing in the market where I buy my bread
With a hunger in my belly and a rhythm in my head
Looking all around for something good to eat
Between the butter and the beans and the mops and the meat
Coffee from the mountain, honey from the bee
Nothing tastes as good as you taste to me
Rocking in the aisle to my inside song
People staring at me think I got a walkman on
I hear your heart beating everywhere
I hear your heart
I hear your heart beating everywhere
I hear you heart
Beating everywhere I go

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Overheard From A Caller Inside An Internet Cafe (can There Be Something Poetic In This?)

......(can't hear it)

on monday?
oh i can have it on tuesday?
....
yeah i like to meet you
....
maybe your parents will be angry?
.....
that is very loud i can hear you
ha ha
there is some music

ok
i think i better text you
yeah i can hear
(noises)
yes huh
...
so you're in the house now
...
i see, ok, ok
so i don't want you be travelling...

....
can i call you tomorrow morning? what time do you want
me to call you?

...
yeah, i'll send you text messages
...
nice to hear you again...

ok
... i call you tomorrow, .. goodnight.. bye bye
ok i call you again tomorrow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My heart is eroded

The secrets we had,
The tears we shed together,
The laughters and smiles,
The memories may come,
The thoughts at times as well,
But my heart is eroded

The way we kissed,
The way we touched,
The times and all moments,
My heart recoils,
However its eroded

Chances came and go,
The kids we wished for,
The wedding we saw,
And the home we wished,
You broke my heart,
My heart was eroded

The trust you created,
The faith you betrayed,
The hope you tanished,
And the love you destroyed,
I can hear you call,
Yet my heart is now eroded

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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