Stationed in Wales as a 17 year old
I loved hearing the sing-song acent
of the Welsh people.

We all thought
(bet you’re singing it now, aren’t you)
was a difficult word to say because it’s
such a long word with
34 letters but it’s a word that has no real meaning
apart from a little bit of Mary Poppins Magic
and if you sing it, it isn’t so hard to say.

But on the other hand

Pronounced in English as orthography is given at the station as:
The ch is a voiceless uvular fricative
It is 58 letters and translated it means:
‘St Marys Church in the hollow of the white Hazel
near to the rapid whirlpool of LLantysilio of the red cave.’

So you see,
not only Pat Hatt  Of Rhyme Time can boggle your brain
and turn it to mush…

I determined that I would learn how to say this word all in one go
and, it took me donkey’s ages to do it but
I done it.

If you want to read all about it go: Here and you can scroll down on the right to hear it spoken as it ought to be

So we are not mistOken… this is a very toKen effort on my behalf
to please Anna Montgomery of Chromapoesy who is hosting the dVerse Poets prompt tonight
Hope I got mine.. even a little abstract (awl right) << Cockney speak

Very tongue in cheek effort

Shared wiv dVerse Poets Logophilia 2


A lone drum beats
matching the rhythm of my heart
touches the deepest part
with its sensual call.

Someone, somewhere
is writing a new history
in hues of black or blue
and, stone too, in time
will unfold the legend.

Those were the days my
friend, when memories fade
but love will always
find you.

Eyes meet as souls greet
with an old familiarity
As if they’ve loved before
in other lifetimes so
long ago and far away.

Time flies but nothing is
ever really left unsaid

No matter how ancient
from beginning to end

We learn if we listen
with our heart

There is no language
or legend
that cannot be read.


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