Language.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

I tried not to ridicule
I told so to the mockingbird
birdie said that he could also be called ridiculebird
then ridicule means also mock put before the word bird

the English language is a concise form of use,
it´s very exciting and artistic in writing
It is non-elastic but artistic though for creating
please, read carefully all I have said, do not try to confuse

that word elastic associates me with being supple
I also said I tried not to ridicule
I am not looking for rhyming with molecule
the words-show that´s such a minuscule
in all this trampoline-words-show
the word elastic in above stanza here
that does not rhyme with oil, is not as smooth as oil
once again I say I tried not to ridicule
please think with me about this minuscule
this easy comprehension
it´s only about words and that´s not a great tension
we are still at the present
and not in the fifth dimension
it is still non-rhyming with the word oil
the water we have constantly but due to air pollution
you must cook it and let it get thoroughly boiled

the English language is a concise form of use,
it´s very exciting and artistic in writing
It is non-elastic but artistic though for creating
please, read carefully all I have said, do not try to confuse

if we think a bit further
nature surrounding us is still full of fertile soil
when you´ll bend and cut the different words
as if branches for the hearth, this is so absurd,

I still cannot find the best rhyming words
since I am worried about the air pollution
these last weeks, months here in the Orient
to drink that water you must boil first till the cooking point

I heard there had been weeks long this air-pollution
So now I have to find first this air-pollution´s solution
we must not look for words first and create our poetry
because healthy clean air is more important than our poesy

I tried not to ridicule, I told so to the mockingbird
now I have no time to search for the precise rhyming word
have to solve first this case of air-pollution
to write first my poetry, that´s no option
I regret the day that I chose the Orient to spend my vacation
such air pollution, bad sight in many suffocating ways
must postpone first searching the correct rhyming words
life comes at the first place, after this we get enjoyment
I do hope I´ll survive living in worst air pollution
after having to mend that with my grand solution
the vacation here around with brand new fresh oxygen
will make my creating poetry home abound

oh-oh, it all started with my choice of the English Language
I was telling the mockingbird that I tried not to ridicule
greatest luck I had I succeeded to mend the next upcoming bad air
right here in the Orient, not at home in Baltimore Bell Air
molecule, minuscule, whatever cule, I tried not to ridicule
writing poetry is entirely different than acting like a fool….



© Sylvia Frances Chan
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AD. Friday 9th February 2018-
@ 09.12 hrs.P.M. West-European Time