Best Dialog Poems
I was having a dialog
with my inner shock collar
a present from my fairy godmother
who had trimmed the hedge
into leafy mammals with teeth
ready to protect the perimeter
and as sure as incisors segue to molars
they tore loose from their leashes
and got into a backwoods shootout
with my photosynthetic gene pool
naturally they haven't told me yet
if this is a suicide mission
or a symphony of implications
making up for the rib dog years
darkness fell like tank treads
Fairy Godmother had a gun to my head
the phone rang louder than usual
it was my mob connected uncle
Benny Tarfingers from Roofer's Local 911
we'll be happy to fix your little problem
for a small consideration went the voice
I gladly gave them both eyes
they now see what I see
so the joke was on them ha ha
Benny wanted me to tell all of you
hep cats and hepatic kittens
the Devil made him do it
that's why he's the Devil eh
faith can blind God bless you
my shock collar jolted the **** out of me
for overlooking far too many clues
I caught on quick and started screaming
something between 110 and 220
since all is a multiply indexed display
and I had to stop censoring my perceptions
well that diagram got him mad
so I followed with a quick trim
our weed eaters were an ineluctable force
seemed to do the trick
playback being the payback
and burnt the collar to a crisp
requiring a rapid tactical egress
wrapped in the fabled Cloak of Naiveté
good work went godmother Godzilla
you must have strayed far to find this
the solution is to try comparing notes
with people who compare notes
and a pleasant sentimental mood
settled over the land
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Dear God:
You know the thoughts of every man,
You have declared your righteousness upon this land,
And you have shown your judgment to everyone.
How long shall I live in despair?
With shattered hopes and broken dreams,
how long shall I stand in the midst of this land?
Stretching out my empty hands.
You have great powers,
Holding court above the earth,
It is not my place to question thee,
but when will you set me free?
Day and night they dwell in my house,
feasting upon my tired flesh,
my strength sometimes fail,
and there is no room to exhale.
I am nothing in your presence,
I am hurting because of them,
save me from their murderous threat,
least my eyes behold the power of death.
I know that you have the answer,
Show me your divine power,
Put my oppressors to shame,
And give me the strength to rise again.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Poetics Poem 5
********(Mimesis)******
Dear Aristotle, where, then,
Do the Arts fit?
You say each of them
Falls to mimesis, but their works, to me,
Erupt into present moments
Wearing immediate faces - not masks -
Speaking their own lyrics
Without consideration of what came
Before or will come afterwards,
Presenting a stage for dialogue...
Opening platforms for exchange.
The artworks begin anew each time
The audience receives impressions
Or as the works are relived repeatedly,
They may bring new strokes, viewed as
Potentially new and not, as you say,
“Imitations of imitations.”
Inspiration feeds the audience
As well as the artists, and all
Of time moves to
Impress upon the exchanges.
(C) sally Young Eslinger 2/22/20
Context and intention
made to add dimension
To give arguments balance and a view
For its where we are coming from
that determine where we go
and determine how we treat people too
No one hears an argument
that's meant to hurt
and few validate intentions that are mean
Life is not meant
to be energy pettily spent
and discussion that contains not a hill of beans
If you engage
and run into your rage
that haze will forever control how you talk
but if you engage
and reach out to grasp
you pull the other in with real thought
For no one person is wholly right
nor the other wholly wrong
but you surely gain more opponents with smoke and steam
And you attract more flies
when you speak without lies
and from the heart with an open mind
For communication isnt
unless its heard, acknowledged and returned
and nothing gained by immature acting out
A discussion after all
Is rational dialog by all
And a monolog is just a vent
Context and Intention - Artimus Susan Manley (C) September 19, 2007
Don't be a violet, shrinking,
always overthinking.
Be an unbridled, blooming rose.
Tear off all your clothes.
I'd not let just any bird or bee
see what God has given me.
For you, sir, I will not settle.
I won't drop a petal.
DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?
– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!
PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda
Dialog is all what unlocking the tongue,
Login into air for the words to fly like kites!
Can you take this flower?
Why?
You meant why?
Yes ! Why?
Take it please?
So Why?
You meant again Why?
Forcing me , Why?
It is yours
Liar!
Why do you say so?
Liar , liar , liar , liar!
Liar lies into your eyes
No, no, no, no and no!
Open your big eyes so I can show you that liar.
No, no, no, no! You are so funny!
Funny, husband -to- be?
Yes, funny , funny, funny , I like that!
Here is your flower from a bourgeoisie boutique.
No! Eh, yes...first time ...so funny handsome!
What....hmmmmm?
So funny and cute!
Yes ! Now you are talking, so beautiful rose!
Can we fly higher dear sweetie pie?
Funny, sweetheart...you don't have wings.
How! You are my everything!
Yes! You hit the head of the cobra now.
How ! You are my life honey.
Yes! You build a villa on the ocean.
How! You are my power, strength,and breath.
Yes! You win me darling
How! Your heart is in my heart
Say it again and again
I am yours forever
So happy now
So funny , clever man!
So intelligent girl
Yes ! Thanks honey.
Yoh! I Love you
Hmmm, Me...so much.
May 01 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Another year
Of too much beer;
When will my head
Ever be clear?
*******
So, what's your solution?
Another resolution?
You've tried that before
The result's dissolution.
Joining a support group?
You think that's duck soup?
Nah. It's endless confession;
You'd feel like a snoop.
Taking up a new hobby?
To shake yourself up?
Sorry. No way. Not after
Your last relationship broke up.
Out of suggestions?
That begs this key question:
How long can you afford
To keep falling off the wagon?
*******
Well, in the way of a reply,
Allow me to say:
What just might do some good
Is to fix my 'true friend's' attitude!
Above the twilight faintest glimmer,
end-summer evening turning to reddish dimmer.
The lonely star of love in dusky shine,
into the ocean of faint and far to prime.
Some sensing of splendor in awe as trail,
soft gleam and tender wonder bale.
I bow my heart in humility,
“Speak to me; I want to know your secret”,
a sweet voices spoke softly in spirit.
“My dear one, you are itself the art of love,
and the art to be beloved whom you adore”.
“Reflections from heaven on to earth,
that turn earthly desires into spirits of faith”.
“That freedom of space is found in the formless,
sparks, glance and dewdrop fortress”.
“Your presence in that immensity of space,
shows me your majestic providence”.
“The dimming of my light only in mourn,
when loving souls are in destinies storm”.
“The opportunity in life becomes a great pity,
when realized a too late reciprocity”.
“Thank you little star of mystic beginning,
and no ends in phenomenon mental spinning”.
I
She heard at age eight:
"You exist, good, Does not obligate"
The Universe to take notice at 18 0r 88.
II
Maureen, you are not in hiding
intellectually
MO McGreavy, you are fearless
artistically
My Sister, you can dialog (Dialogue)
fraternally,
nationally,
internationally,
universe-ally.
(c)Anil Deo, thanks Maureen McGreavy for inspiring dialog over our words. PTL
Not your usual
Not uncommon
The once upon a time
That line might be fine
Love of the heart at times being kind
A glass of wine being a story added divine
Line by line
Word by word
The distance between what happened
Extending to
Thinking through and through
Perhaps a notion having a thought
A pass dream remembered
Caught in a nightmare trap
Storms that became violent
One pause of silent
A past wonder
Sunshine suddenly appeared yonder
Emotions opened up
Joy prospered
Expiration had no tire
I know, but questioned
Opinionated but was a suggestion
Inspiration rang like a Philadelphia Liberty Bell
That moment, I felt like William Tell
I can do this
Encouragement spoke
Proceed told
You are mighty and bold
Heaven’s hand your threshold
The story within a moment’s notice of time
The life being m
I have a parrot PAUL who is SpanisH
and his female PAULA who is Italian...
When they start talking in a flirtatious way
PAULA says to PAUL
- PARLA!
PAUL says to PAULA:
- HABLA!
And they spend the whole day HABLANDO and PARLANDO
and nothing else happens...
But my group of PETS is fun...!
Designed to be odvious
Which slender finds thee
Might love
Our love
With it's endorsing steadfastness
Echo though every genre
In only these words
Embodied in these words
Speak me as your
and let it's fashion
Repell the ways of a
Mean spotted world
Let our togetherness
Make evil of all those in
Their opposition to us as
Lovers
In the spirit of love
Procreation
Togetherness
en chore
and
Obligation
Mindfully readiness
Then might
a ring be the symbol
Of love
Endoctrinated
Recognized
Respected
And
Envied
From " Herneedes" A look of love. Naming poverty her enemy and
Her fiance her man. " Working together and committing one
another, they sought tomorrow from the chores of night. Making love
Till the night spoke them as one.
Designed to be odvious
Which slender finds thee
Might love
Our love
With it's endorsing steadfastness
Echo though every genre
In only these words
Embodied in these words
Speak me as your
and let it's fashion
Repell the ways of a
Mean spotted world
Let our togetherness
Make evil of all those in
Their opposition to us as
Lovers
In the spirit of love
Procreation
Togetherness
en chore
and
Obligation
Mindfully readiness
Then might
a ring be the symbol
Of love
Endoctrinated
Recognized
Respected
And
Envied