Best Discourse Poems
the whole world is happening at the same time
every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar
every everything bunched up to oneness in my head
I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go
I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris
and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony
that is my head, that is my thunderstorm in stereo
imagine a life having to speak over an orchestra
but there is a beauty and stability to hearing
all the insects of the world crawling along
simultaneously with every wave and fish fuzz in water
wait, I think I can hear the flowers growing
the leaves falling, the sand rearranging on every beach
though if it can happen a little less loudly
so it doesn’t fill my every second, that would be ok
now, and it has taken sleeplessness,
I am privy to galactic secrets, the gods are chattering
all at once so I’m none the wiser for the cacophony
just full of loud
Categories:
discourse, beauty, inspirational, introspection, strength,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I found a book from long before
And thought to read the book once more.
The pages, yellowed, slightly torn;
The book well-read, now bent and worn.
And as I turned each page with care
I found a rose was lying there--
The symbol of a love repressed,
A rose between the pages pressed.
And still the rose was bloody red
While uttering the words unsaid.
The rose said all there was to say
So I left it for another day,
And placed the novel in the den
Until the rose should speak again.
The discourse of a bloody rose--
The one I picked; the one I chose.
And even now that flower grows
And sows whatever seeds it sows.
~M
Categories:
discourse, lost love,
Form:
Couplet
This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.
Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!
Categories:
discourse, death, love, wifelost, time,
Form:
Sonnet
December is cold without my friends, I need
To ladle from their words laughter like soup
And from full remembrance of their love feed
My imagination, embracing the sweet, little loop
Of family. O for we have cried in songs together
And laugh with pain in every cyclone of weather
And we have kissed each other's joy, for truth
Is ever the gardener of our gifts and fertile root.
I will not talk of missing days of solace now, here
Love speaks in every tongue of joy, but will embrace
Those whose messages in my absence told care
Their hearts the tolling fingers my beady blindness taste
Each time I come to sup at kindred table. No creed,
Or race here, for all our difference sweet loves exceed
And we are one where the word throbs like flesh
Butterflies threshing fragile wings against granite mesh.
Categories:
discourse, allegory, friendship, on writing
Form:
Verse
alcoholic actors age artificially
frustrated feminists fornicate fiendishly
clever cops cripple conspiracies
nervous nannies neglect nurseries
morbid ministers murder martyrs
jealous judges justify junkies
lazy lawyers liberate lunatics
paranoid pimps pacify prostitutes
emotional eccentrics execute evangelists
gullible gangsters glorify graveyards
horny hypocrites horrify humanists
impotent invalids inspire incest
scorned schizophrenics sabotage sanity
disgraced diplomats destroy democracy
tormented terrorists terminate treason
reformed revolutionaries regret redemption
Categories:
discourse, conflict, corruption, identity, spoken
Form:
Alliteration
I understand this
Without lenders there are no borrowers
Without borrowers there are no gain
Of debt multiplying
And without debt
No one can buy nor sell again.
For everyone must want
And makes things
Accessible like products
Spilling, and spilling
Into the endless blackhole
In chase of satisfaction.
For much tax must I sell my vote
Please cut my tax again
I need it for collateral
To edge my loan
My spending keep increasing
It is the drug of the market
The drug of the market
Sellers meeting buyers in my mind
Please cut my tax
And if get broke providing services
And you still need me
To surrender my individuality
To this polity that is the state
Sell some bonds, sell some bonds
Then borrow too from tomorrow
Oops that was slip of the pen
I will not say that plain again
Just print more with power I gave you
But you will not give me back again
Wait, did I do that
What was I thinking in my madness
That has no memory now?
This bond between us is going to be broken
You never cut the tax of the poor
The rich don't hire here any more
The banks are only collecting
Nobody is lending
It is sinister what I feel
Can a man dream for real?
Forecast upon forecast no profit see
Who will tell our fortunes
When crystal ball and goose is dead?
Poor jack, poor jack
His bean stalk etiolated against the sun
Fried like an egg upon the fire.
Categories:
discourse, loss, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.
~ Emily Dickinson
Good words anoint, ill words kill
~ Florio
It's said that sticks and stones break bones
but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
let civil discourse have its due.
A finely crafted turn of phrase
will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
that drags one's soul down like a marsh.
Are not our writings most effective
when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling
whipped by some ill-tempered screed?
When I hear thunder's crash, I flee
from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
As though you speak a mile away.
I'm not promoting caged emotions;
ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
still left the message to embrace.
Written 21 Dec 2021
Categories:
discourse, anti bullying, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Wind, word, sail
The helm is turned
On the oar of the tongue
Against the tide of laws
The righteous cause
Will its litany and prevail
O could the dock
Materialize again
Out of the euphoria of the brain
O could not relay of metered sound
Measure out spoon by empty spoon
The empty wait
And the immediacy of the state
You were a tower
Better than Babel or rainless flower
You were answerer and caller
With exact mimetic
Of the horrific hour
That children go round and round
Sunless in the shadow
I never let the moon get into my blood
The universe is just a batch of mud.
Categories:
discourse, black african american, history,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t blame me for the difference
Apart from the variance of time
There is of parentage, location
And factoring in of education
I like the counsel, and its source
Can only be agreed of as wise
My views are judged non-yielding
But first and last . . . its me
Maybe this will help
Biometrics – the id, genes, and history
Rest assured won’t betray you
Even when the thought has been I had
Give my rebellion its chance
I see it won’t end up prodigal
I am armed beyond joey and eaglet
Believe me, I am your boy, and also man
Categories:
discourse, angst
Form:
I find it bemusing;
The sentiments some are choosing;
The language they are using;
When communicating their dissatisfaction,
With opposing political factions,
Whose personal appeal they find lacking.
So, I ask this my friends!
Examine what you say and pen.
Would you like this said of you?
Does it matter YOU believe it’s due?
Others may think you’re the back end of a mule.
I guess the question we all might use;
Does it fulfill the Golden Rule?
Categories:
discourse, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
So disappointing to have a reputation--
Known for argumentative disputation
When we could be known for a gentler tone,
Raising quality of discourse in our generation.
written November 2, 2021
Categories:
discourse, spoken word,
Form:
Quatrain
Where Raleigh wrote on regal window pane
I will embark to swim
She warns me that the kelp will disdain
The journey hard and grim
But all because you call again, and call
Beyond the brim where ships enthralled
Have floundered, I am challenged to rise
And show nobility frugal fire of the eyes.
So here me dive from my high vaulted cliff
And splash salt waters sum
To the sky ... yeah, feel me the burning spliff
The chant of natal freedom
Moving through the clogging stream of despair
I am seeking shore because you are there
Making loud strokes so in the night you will hear
Broken shards of silence, love vaulting here.
O darn, how frigid cold the water frolics my skin
I did not weep all this alone
This ocean is the tears of all my friends and kin
O God hear me from your throne
Keep that rope of faith dangling down, something
In a man that mettles more than courage, she
Too the apple of your eye, lend us all your wing
I swim for redemption through your blood from Calvary.
Your eyes shall be the lighthouse of my weary soul
Your voice my fairest rise of tide
Out from the doldrums I put off despair for sun's gold
Swimming against the kelp of pride
But mark my strokes, the slant and set of my endeavor
Mark my belief ... a man earns only where he labors
And I understand that your role must make my surrender
Impossible ... the course I take is self sustained with rigors
Categories:
discourse, allegory, art, friendshipme, me,
Form:
Verse
Some think
It is one position and three authorities
One power and three personalities
Three deities then and sneak polytheism
The trinity is a cleverly invented schism.
I think
One triangle three equal sides
Turn it as history provides
The gospel matches wisdom strides
One God across three divides.
Father
A role in the drama of salvation
About the belonging need of creation
How laws are convened by relation
The center holding equal emanation
Son, sir
Is a virtual status magnifying cost
The paradigm of value for what is lost
No side destroys the triangle most
All sides converging at the cross.
Spirit
Measures the mass-less conclusion
Between matter, and none matter union
Mass is man's means of promulgation
Of self, spirit in flat subordination.
God split
In history is still the absolute infinity
That proclaims a singular sovereignty
We are broken parts of the whole entity
Mass must go to show more than energy.
I have
No three in one, nor one fragmented into three
Absolute power can make absolute mystery
Finite reason reflects in logic its own absurdity
For logic comprehends nothing beyond mere history.
I crave
Through faith a worship centered in one God. We
His image: body, soul and spirit is three
And there is no self that deny this plural unity.
I serve one God reigning in one eternity.
Categories:
discourse, faith, religion, god, god,
Form:
Rhyme
If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
Categories:
discourse, art,
Form:
Rhyme
DISTORTED DISCOURSE part 2
Rebirth of confused killers through media worship
Destruction of family dynamics by kindergarten logic
Control of mental growth through obscene knowledge
Release of intrusive emotions through accidental euphoria
Realization of subconscious alienation by disturbed miracles
Exorcism of creative thought from detached monotony
Confirmation of spiritual poverty through intentional neglect
Categories:
discourse, corruption, imagery, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Free verse