Best Lectern Poems

I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in relation to your class,
That's a diametric description of an uncommon...

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Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to...

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“Tubman”




What colours a heart
courage?

What colours a mind
belief?

What colours a soul
unity?

Underground
we carry torches

from station 
to station

We are the Light
We Lead

No colour 
No religion

No epic 
delusion

Where is the race?
The race to confusion?

We are One
You and me

We are One
We all bleed

Underground 
we carry torches

from station 
to station

Poets grieving
Vigilantes...

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Each Catholic Church may be unique
But you will find familiar elements in any Catholic church 
That you also find in our own parish home.

Baptismal font—a pool or large bowl of water usually stands
Near the doors of the church and reminds us
That baptism is our “door”
To...

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I hear your voice;
standard American,
perfectly Midwestern,
nothing out of the ordinary.

Enchanted, I want more:
I press play, I press pause;
I rewind, and repeat.
My eyes rest on your horn-rimmed glasses,
on the lines around your smile,
on your salt and pepper hair.
you know me so well,
though you don't know me...

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I sit here steeping in the History 
of Our Land, a class, my eyelids dense.
Our Flag hangs in the corner of the class
Red and White folds in deluge, licking the
framed portrait of our Thomas Jefferson,
our founding father, the slave holder. 
My teacher, stern at his...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
   He ascended the steps
   the eyes of the world upon him
   An orator attacking the lectern
   ~ Camelot, out to shatter...

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I have come to the tree green with leaves
Amidst the brash blustering of winter and thawing
The prophet once the old green decieves
But he did not hear else but cold crow cawing 
I am come to thronging of the voice
And the memory of years in shadows...

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I’m considering becoming a circus clown
For clowns bring joy to others, it seems,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.

In the winter I will wear a velvet gown
From a lectern I’ll share my wildest dreams
I am considering becoming a circus clown.

Folks will ask me...

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Trans PORT Station
a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well meaning people do wrong to innocents in the name of prevention we nip this sort of thing in the bud...

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I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered....

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Hear the voice of congregation
How they raise, how they praise
To their leader and their God
How they raise
See the money and confetti
Watch it fall, watch them all
Watch them fall on broken knee
Watch them all

When they’re winning, oh they’re singing
To the ringing of the words
To the ringing...

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Polite to me and tall in gesture fair, 
Offering openness to my raw feelings, 
Leaving nothing behind but a lectern, 
Insisting on my viewpoint and reeling; 
Tough on that, and unable to retract, 
Energy for my memories so compact....

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Is a strategy a slam of a door? Or another noise?

Will you just please look over there...
No no not there.....
There......
Right in front of you....
Now come on please calm down
For I am not speaking to you from under a table nor under a floorboard
And neither am...

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Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit

What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside

The pulpit a soapbox
 lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast

Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)...

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