Poems del -inglaterra
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The document discusses the importance and ubiquity of the English language around the world. It provides examples of English being used in different places and contexts, as well as the fun and value of speaking English proficiently. The document encourages readers to speak English freely and with confidence.
Poems del -inglaterra
- 1. 1 English Is Everywhere English language is known world wide From all languages that were collide English is known everywhere It is great to use it anywhere Upholding English to everyone Speaking in English is very fun Don't be shy and show your greatness Use it when showing competitiveness Speaking in English is as good as gold The language of English we need to uphold It's very fun when you come to think of it When you're with your friends who also love it When you go to any country This is the language of everybody Being expressed in different place Different accents on different place The English language is my proficiency Never be shy and express it freely Just be confident and you'll be okay Uphold English Proficiency and have a great day GENEEN MEYERS
- 2. 2 Words for it. I wish I could take language And fold it like cool, moist rags. I would lay words on your forehead. I would wrap words on your wrists. “There, there,” my words would say – Or something better. I would ask them to murmur, “Hush” and “Shh, shhh, it`s all right.” I would ask them to hold you all night. I wish I could take language And daub and soothe and cool Where fever blisters and burns, Where fever turns yourself against you. I wish I could take language And heal the words that were the wounds You have no names for. JULIA CAMERON The way is like language The Way is like language. The more you use it, the more it responds, becomes resilient, pliable, lithe, liquid, smooth, supple, available, eager. Go ahead, do anything you want to it. You can’t hurt it. It is far more powerful than you are. It’s there to serve and dominate you all at once. Surrender to it and it will be your servant. It is your tool, your toy, your master. DAVID BUDBILL
- 3. 3 Languages There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to shape of thought Between your teeth and lips speaking Now and today Shall be faded hieroglyphics Ten thousand years from now. Sing—and singing—remember Your song dies and changes And is not here to-morrow Any more than the wind Blowing ten thousand years. CARL SANDBURG
- 4. 4 Word I’m going to crumple this word, I`m going to twist it, yes, it`s too smooth, it`s as though a big dog or a big river had been licking it over and over with tongue or water for many years. I want the word to reveal the roughness, the ferruginous salt, the toothless strength of the earth, the blood of those who talked and of those who did not talk. I want to see the thirst inside the syllables, I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the scream. I want rough words, like virgin rocks. PABLO NERUDA.
- 5. 5 Our Strange Lingo When the English tongue we speak. Why is break not rhymed with freak? Will you tell me why it's true We say sew but likewise few? And the maker of the verse, Cannot rhyme his horse with worse? Beard is not the same as heard Cord is different from word. Cow is cow but low is low Shoe is never rhymed with foe. Think of hose, dose, and lose And think of goose and yet with choose Think of comb, tomb and bomb, Doll and roll or home and some. Since pay is rhymed with say Why not paid with said I pray? Think of blood, food and good. Mould is not pronounced like could. Wherefore done, but gone and lone - Is there any reason known? To sum up all, it seems to me Sound and letters don't agree. LORD CROMER
- 6. 6 I take it you already know I take it you already know Of tough and bough and cough and dough? Others may stumble, but not you, On hiccough, thorough, lough and through? Well done! And now you wish, perhaps, To learn of less familiar traps? Beware of heard, a dreadful word That looks like beard and sounds like bird, And dead: it's said like bed, not bead - For goodness sake don't call it deed! Watch out for meat and great and threat (They rhyme with suite and straight and debt). A moth is not a moth in mother, Nor both in bother, broth in brother, And here is not a match for there Nor dear and fear for bear and pear, And then there's dose and rose and lose - Just look them up - and goose and choose, And cork and work and card and ward, And font and front and word and sword, And do and go and thwart and cart - Come, come, I've hardly made a start! A dreadful language? Man alive! I'd mastered it when I was five! RICHARD KROGH Forgotten Language Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? SHEL SILVERSTEIN
- 7. 7 The poem There sleeps a poem in my mind That shall my entire soul express. I feel it vague as sound and wind Yet sculptured in full definiteness... It has no stanza, verse or word, Even as I dream it, it is not. 'Tis a mere feeling of it, blurred, And but a happy mist round thought. Day and night in my mystery I dream and read and spell it over, And ever round words' brink in me Its vague completeness seems to hover. I know it never shall be writ. I know I know not what it is, But I am happy dreaming it, And false bliss, although false, is bliss. FERNANDO PESSOA
- 8. 8 Different Languages On the factory floor Two ethnic women speak In their native tongue A language that flows beautifully Their tongues roll And the impact of a d or a t can be felt Amongst all their chatter The women laugh That’s when others start to look The sound of the language May not be to everyone’s delight No one cares what they say Then all of a sudden...... LAUGHTER And everyone starts to look with fright What are they laughing at? Is it me is it her is it him Looking around What did I do wrong? Did I forget something? Is it my zipper? The women continue to chat And laugh The laughter now becoming too much For the annoyed man Of only one language He goes to the boss And files a complaint Please boss tell those women over there That it is not right to speak in their tongue The boss agrees And we are all back to uncultured boredom As the sound of the Lovely t and d end So reigns the simple sounds of A language that doesn’t flow And the machines That continue to sew. JAMES DYLAN
- 9. 9 Language Barriers Such a boundary is spoken language, Seemingly unbreakable and burdensome. I watch you as you speak, Such a foreign language to me. I sit in contemplative struggles, Lost in idyllic pondering. Is there not a universal language; One of pure emotion and heart felt rhythm? Could our hearts ever communicate Beyond the spoken syllables of language? Is there a chance you could understand Without my audible phrases? It seems such a slight of Destiny that such a little thing as a word Should keep two affirming hearts From beating in a gran symphony. A hundred things I wish I could tell you of my heart If only I spoke your language. Una día te los deseará a mis emociones. ROBERT L. BIXLER III