Best Gesticulating Poems

outside, it was raining
as it was inside 

drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by 
forgetting, gesticulating hands
  
spittle flying from mouths attached to people 
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating 
over every word or the prospect 
of...

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               Imagine I
            having fingers
  to gently press ’pon your skin

        ...

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My choice and hero teacher, was my sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. D Hidden; she was by far the best teacher that I have ever had. She had the ability to make a subject easy and fun; that many students had found incredibly boring come to life...

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RAINS REBELLING,
RIOTS RAKING-
WINDS WEEPING,
WEATHER WEATHERING-

THUNDER TEARING,
TEMPERATURES THREATENING-
LIGHTNING LIQUIDATING,
FIRES FLICKERING-

SUN SEDUCING,
ECOSYSTEM EDGING-
EARTH EJECTING,
STORM STAMPING-

GEOGRAPHY GESTICULATING,
SCIENTISTS SEEKING-
CLIMATE CHANGING
MAN MOURNING:...

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Deep ocean of azure blue

Overhead seagulls circling flew

In constant motion, heaving sides

The old merchant ship upon it rides

Rust scorched it's barnacled coat

Salt encrusted railings forever afloat

On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow

Beckons enticingly along the flow

New moon appearing from out of the west

Silvery waves splintering...

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Don Johnson Yuan-orang

We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying 
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here

Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid...

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It's too hot
But the birds are tweeting
I'm listening intently
Tick tick woooo ooh eep eep uh
I need to read into intonation
I've decided two birds speaking a different language are chatting 
They aren't getting anywhere 
So keep getting louder
I bet if I could see them they'd be...

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Fireworks

Dark night, people gather
droves flock, multitudinous
happy hope filled faces. 
Young, shoulder borne
before lapping water, curved sails, coat hanger.
Dimples and shining eyes turned skyward.

Pointing gesticulating laughter
fellowship. Distraction from conversation,
a stillness, dimming, silence, initial salvos.
Awed serenity on the ground
fire and thunder, 
artistic creation in the sky, 
rivaling...

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I slip in unobtrusively 
and take a seat in back, 
the orchestra is tuning up, 
I open up my pack 
and take a rolled up magazine 
with which to play along, 
conducting is a passion 
I have had since I was young. 

The brass, the...

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It was her poise and grace 
that set her apart;
a gentle rhythmic walk. 
Soft velvet tones of 
gracefulness as she talked. 

Her voice danced as she spoke. 
Her eyes glistened in animated 
interest as she listened, 
focused, undeviating from 
the intense conversation 

she was involved...

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CHAPTER 6 (continued, c)

Several of the primate children 
Sat together in the branches 
Of a tree; they did not notice 
Danger silently approaching 
 
Through the leaves a brown and yellow 
Shiny scaly serpent slithered
Closer to the young gorillas 
Eyes unblinking glimmered palely
 
Then one of the watching mothers 
Saw the snake and cried...

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Singing stars soaring in the sages' skies,
Glorious gifts gesticulating in their gentle girdles
Courteous colours courting in christmas' crest....

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the future cannot be but a computation
and that's where all the problems start
one after another all at once
how are your levels of satisfaction arrived at
personally generally universally consistently
how good is your math
how good can your math be
substitute anything for the word math
mine is only a...

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I slip in unobtrusively 
and take a seat in back,
the orchestra is tuning up, 
I open up my pack
and take a rolled up magazine 
with which to play along,
conducting is a passion
I have had since I was young.

The brass, the woodwinds and the strings,
the tympani...

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The Perfect Metamorphosis

Tucked away gently inside a cocoon
Lies the ugliest of creatures
A creepy caterpillar
His antennae erect
And his pincers gesticulating
Pondering what a gruesome existence he shall have
What of this caterpillar you must ask
What’s the big deal if he stays in or comes out
For what does his...

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