Showing posts with label semantics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label semantics. Show all posts

Monday, 20 December 2021

MINED: YOUR LANGUAGE

'Bling’ Crosby was dreaming of a Gold Christmas, just like the bronze he used to know.

While a troupe of method actors coated themselves in luminous paint,

Knowing there’s no business like ‘glow’ business.

Environmentally-friendly grocers aren’t as green as they are cabbage looking,

Particularly if they used to box and have cauliflower ears.

Ears of corn can’t hear, naturally, even if you raised your voice or used force.

But we take certain expressions for granted, as a matter of course.

For example, there are ‘horses for courses’ and blood ‘courses’ through their veins.

Courses can be educational, there can be courses of action, treatment and antibiotics.

Although why anyone should be against ‘biotics’ is a mystery.

Mysteries, by their nature, are mystifying, which sounds like mist-defying,

Which sounds like someone who doesn’t have the foggiest; being completely mystified.

Personally, why Edward Elgar composed his Enigma variations is a mystery to me.

‘The Mystery of Edwin Drood’ was Charles Dickens’ unfinished novel,

But lots of people have never finished any of his books.

These days, many people read with Kindles, others listen to audiobooks,

I always think if someone has a library of audiobooks it speaks volumes about them.

Language is a funny thing for sure, English in particular,

Where we find ‘deed polls’ do not refer to the actions of Polish people.

Similarly, we discover that a pole vault is not an eastern-European prison,

(Nor is it a secure environment for the storage of scaffolding)

Anymore than the economic term: ‘pink pound’ describes a ‘gay’ prison.

Saturday, 20 August 2011

SPOKES SPOKEN OF

If you tire* of wheel-spoken people just tread carefully around them.
There’s no point in running them down, if they’ve already been run over.
Those who spoke well of outspoken blokes jokes feel wheel spokes in their tactile search for symmetry.
Spokes in wells tells of strokes that fell folks,
Making them drop wood spikes that spite a place for water.
A daughter caught her mother thirsting for her lover,
So she threw her down a well knowing full well she would not recover.
To not speak ill of the dead, to always think well of a shed,
Are equally worthy things to keep inside a healthy head.
For whom the bell tolls, trolls going like the clappers.
Tolls charged for rolls barged down canals channels funds into astronomical budgets,
But nothing like NASA’s.

*Tire is the American spelling of tyre.