This is about me and being a dyslexic. with the help of a spel checker with fierfox . Reading my words will not be to bad I trust. I was bouern to write. I love to write.


Words I love a contradistinction in terms,
To write poetry to enjoy the response,
When the power of words are like a volcano,
Desprat to flow , with the molten larther of words,

As a kid , I struggled with words to learn to read them,
May as well be Chinese as English I was learning,
Books were like looking a throe sweet shop window,
Or a toy shop , looking at all those treshurs chocolates, tongue licking my lips
Then look in the next dore toy shop window , at cars , ''broom broom'',
With pockets empty of any money , beyond me,

After what seams half a life , I climbed the mounting , I learnt to read ,
The treshures of books was now mine to enjoy , all my old dad had told me
Was so true , so many adventuress , travailed so far , in time so many lands ,
The people I have met , heroes , cowards all I have I have met ,
Fell in love , hated to , made friends , enamys to,

Learnt so mutch , history being my thing , learnt to see we are not so diffrant,
That we are all the same under the skin, we have more in common than we are different,
Books are for us to read , read other books, look for the truth what eaver that may be , the truth can heart , that we know all to well,

Eavan as a kid , I found I liked to write , but no one could fathan out what I wrote,
Wrote first my emprestion of a film about an African tribe , this at primary school I was ten,
It was put in to school magazine , not that I or family got to see it , teachers , school governesses did , but not us , not me,

The sead was sowed, just waiting to germinate , break free , grow high to reach the sky, the stars ,
When I was but a boy of thirteen I wrote a story based apon my paternal grandfather ,
Of him in world war one , it made it to the mag and yes I , we got to read it,
It must have been rather good as the deputy head asked me to write poetry on war , what of a lad of early teens still at school know about war? I declined,

Now yes I could , not from experance of war , of battles fault , but from books I have read , savivers I have listand to , of my imaganaston.
This work is so confoust , I can but hope in time it will make seance.

Ken D Williams

The Dyslxick Wordsmith Of Thanet


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Well written, have a daughter with dyslexia....

I'm starting at the beginning of things. :) I love the images conjured in the lines about looking at books with longing, licking your lips... You captured a longing that I've never considered, and I found it beautiful.

Brilliant, it matterz not that you are lickdexiac :-)
Keep going and write more stuff, I love it.
Blessed Be
Blilith the Witch

The love and passion you hold dear for writing is amazing! I read your story and was able to follow you from beginning to end. It takes strength as well as courage to share your inner most feelings with the public for all to read. I bet you'd make a great storyteller of historical events for those that do not wish to pick up a book and read about it. Great write!!

:) still remember this one so inspiring...any eye who reads this and sounds for its sight senseless..lacks the ability to read not the lines..but whats between it... always the guide uncle ken...amazing writing.

Doreen Cavazza
This makes perfect sense and I love it. This is inspirational and amazing. To love words and push through all the barriers to do what you love, wow. I hope, that when looking to a dream that seems difficult, I have even a portion of the strength and courage that you have to go for that dream.

My god, I read it in tears. Of both joy and wonder, or better, awe, about your ability to pinpoint what it's all about. We are all alike, we are humans and we are all striving, one way or another, to communicate our innermost thoughts.

You are a true poet! And this poem stays with me. Also as a book mark.
Thank you so much for sharing this. And congratulations to being Editors' choice!

melanie sue
Your spirit outshines your dyslexia and allows us to read and interpret what you write from your heart....good job, Ken!

Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Bookmarked Ken!

I want to show this to other dyslexic poets, to our kids at school to give them hope, to show them that being a poet is just your spirit, the spelling is irrelevant.
much love,

You're an amazing poet, even if you are dyslexic.

Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Ken...I wish I could put into words just how much your
wonderful poem affected me emotionally....I don't know you, but
through your poem, feel that I do...and I'd like to tell you
just how proud I am of you...You have truly overcome a major
problem with your intense desire, and you have a way with words
that gives your readers a true insight into your being. Most people without dyslexia are not able to write as beautifully and
succinctly as you...


la tristesse
This is fucking hilarious to me, well in part anyway. I am from a particularly dyslexic family and I have howled with laughter at the writings of my dad and my sister on occasions! I'm not dyslexic , myself but I am the one who is charged with checking the others' stuff. I am glad that you are unself-conscious about this, because it's damn funny, poignant and really good writing!




Fantastic write Ken, Its good to hear you have not let this condition get the better of you, two of my friends are dyslexic and both have managed to overcome many obstacles in their lives, I much enjoyed reading this, well done to you sir.

Omigod!!! This is brilliant, and Ken, I did not realise until I read this, that you have that awful problem, dyslexia. Prior to reading this, I just thought it was a very very clever way of writing, SO there you are! Dyslexia has its comforts!
I just love the way you write! God bless you, and keep in touch. (I am not a paid up member of poetbay, not trusting the internet with my details, encrypted site or not!) SO as I have only a limited number of messages allowed each week, I may not reply until next week, so don't be offended if you don't hear from me for a while.
I admire your writing and your tenacity. WELL DONE!

this is a brilliant work my dearest uncle, you can overcome all difficulties.Because you're a great person, I appreciate everything about you and I'm proud of you.

Welcome to poetbay!

:) love,

Your niece Seda