Best Literati Poems
BETTER THAN GOLD
International literati pay homage
To our hero’s literary courage
Matching Homer’s and Cicero’s of old:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Author of countless gems of art
Always a SOUP figure right from the start
Giant of words and verse to behold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Standards of style and lexicon to uphold
He often to me the secrets has told
Occasionally has also needed to scold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
When needing advice or lost in a fog
When rhyme is a marsh and rhythm a bog
And my poem is stillborn, unalive, cold:
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold.
Categories:
literati, dedicationwords,
Form:
Kyrielle
Listen to the forest in the depth
of one’s mind and craft
arresting soundscapes
from within.
Gaze into a spectral morning
dazzling anew and watch
those scales that slither
from one’s eyes,
Utter silken threads that pulse each vein
with choral church bells ascending
thru a literati conduit.
Wallow in the cascade of an oceanic blue
and cherish every vital sea green moment
Posted : 30th March 2022
Categories:
literati, care, color, creation, deep,
Form:
Imagism
Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé
sashay amble’s out of kilter.
Maverick antennae on a radio safari,
hawking hourglass heritage lodestone.
Closet Peter Pan’s astride transistor, literati goggle eyed and glued.
Silhouettes of wistful mint leaf tract,
navigating hoarse throat shellback allegory.
Earnest weekend welcome mat to madcap jester, laureate, bohemian.
Religiously the listener’s transported
from a humble tepee sanctum
to alluring levee inundation area,
far flung folly edifice,
nomad siren hymn sheet to mount Half Dome.
Long wave bounder in my dreams,
I limb skip oe’r fiction world simulcast entanglement,
snoop beneath rogallo-wing parachute in a Middle East plot,
“twin peaks” would be awestruck by this labyrinthine concourse.
One can flit invisibly round medieval black market cobblestone arcades,
ghost novelist’s ethereal penchant for pinch and pilfer retro-fit infringement.
Melting pot cinnamon dispenser, whiff stick fix antidote to kettledrum ennui
the blight of urban jungle setting and rural folklore.
Otherworld contortion with a shard of drama for magic carpet flight of fancy broadcast
Lineage derived from ancient epochs now assumed but for an inkling, icons I become with card shark sly booth legerdemain.
Maybe I’m that fictile clueless hiker, destitute, indigent
Categories:
literati, august, birth, celebration, character,
Form:
Imagism
Simon´s Sonnet. .
Simon is full of glissandi and spondee today
and writes poetry for the literati; that is ok,
it is good to know wonderful words.
I sit on the terrace facing east, a sparrow
has a nest nearby, it sits on the phone line
shrieks without the slightest hint of glissandi,
want me to go away sees me a threat to its eggs.
It never learns saw it last year when it was
protesting my presence. But in the end it realized
I was not a risk and took to sing with much
spondees, impressing it mate.
But Simon is right if we go on ending the habitat
for song birds, we leave crickets to annoy musical
ears, when heralding spring.
Categories:
literati, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
My thanks to my fans and fannies on Soup
You're appreciated by this old poop
For gracious comments so kind
Verse to stimulate the mind
You are a first rate literati group
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved (9 Jan 2012)
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "What I Love Most About Poetry Soup" Contest
January 2012
Categories:
literati, on writing and words,
Form:
Limerick
Ricardo wrote poetry with much flair
the literati later,were to declare
'Twenty Love Poems & A song of Despair'
And his 'Residence on Earth'
a Nobel prize to reflect their worth.
Inspired by Raul's photo contest
Pablo Neruda(Nefttali Ricardo Reyes y Basulato) diplomat/poet of the Chilean left
Categories:
literati, people
Form:
Narrative
I.
Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek
Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria
Nimble is a turgid swoon!
Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the tightening
and a strangling organza
Necked into a suffocation
So go the tunnel deaths…
(1/27/2021: '02 Silverton MY; Alameda ...contest theme was murder in the tunnel)
II.
Ornately, I gild over my days a’ la fresco
Carefully, I wield molten gold, enigmatic
Elaborate must these life undulations be
as metallic sheen screens all insipid aura
New cantankerous crack? Just weld upon
and smooth the jagged with flowing flora
Now the feckless plaster sparkles golden
I spurn mawkish, like the silvered literati
glossing my craven, to caverns gleaming
Aurum weaves, in its narcissistic miasma
Nothing malodorous in self-love / loathin’
So imperious my bombastic art, it glazes!
(8.17.21 Redone at Willow Berm and DBW; theme was Craig’s Broken contest relating to Kintsugi)
Categories:
literati, addiction,
Form:
Ode
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
Categories:
literati, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
No penance need be paid by the insular artisan
admonished for seeking an oral platinum quota.
Under furlough! Tuck their perfume in a bureau,
then intermittently release the poise to up-start
inferiority complexes who'll quote of the literati,
and then in the very same breath
naysay a quiver of emotion from word devotion…
Integral quandary - quaint ale or styled daiquiri?
Can phenomenal language fade in the simplistic?
Eloquence is gauche! So pilings of a quay erode…
(2/10/2021: DMS)
Categories:
literati, art,
Form:
Narrative
S ince I have been separated a year
E ventually I have come to see
L ife can be lived large, not small.
F orget about being left on the shelf.
A ctually, I now sing Alleluia.
C hoir practice I find cathartic.
T he poetry has been absolvent.
U nleashing deep hurts in haiku.
L aughter rises often, I'm cheerful.
I appreciate my friends in literati.
S kip along at work with a buzz.
A nd I am ready for any fiesta.
T hankful for this wonderful gift.
I nspiring, empowering, stimulating.
O ffering me a chance I hitherto
N ever had for self actualisation.
Categories:
literati, adventure, blessing, poetry, power,
Form:
Acrostic
I stole this poem
with cutlass and eyes
words lusted and trusted
so I took of this prize
it's chests of golden
it's flashing jeweled verbs
and left letters worthless
to be picked by the birds
sailing 'cross bleached pages
under azure blue skies
I stole of my own life
and took what implies
existence on dangerous sees
to the edge of the earth and
boarded keyboard south of the keys
taking every word of worth
pillaging the hapless literati
demanding chains and trinkets
relieving authors boasting haughty
of bootied lines me think it's
better to hold to bright sun
to see glint in the daylight
some pirated pentameter outdone
without sword of pen to fight
so hang me dashed by a yardarm
an' tell lies of me glories
whilst takin' maidens in arm
regaling wild legended stories
but, me matey, ye'd better beware
of plagiarists fast on your tale
'cross oceans of notions they dare
pirate your own words to unveil
to their own laughing lasses and crew
drinking and toasting remembrance of you
what's a pirating plagiarist to do?
- but pirate a poem out of the blue
aaarrgh matey -
I'll be takin' them lines now...
© Goode Guy 2012-12-13
Categories:
literati, adventure, imagination, success, visionary,
Form:
Quatrain
History will judge me I'm finally told,
when greatness will be mine to behold;
this naked truth has always reflected my intent...
nobody has ever been able to muzzle any sentiment.
Negative criticism can't eat away my spontaneous creativity,
and diminish this inwardly intricacy;
and if irascibility seems irrepressible...
no irony is found in relevant words that are totally irrefutable.
History will judge me for my free will,
examining my morals and authenticity,
and by its own standard, acclaim me as they will...
even for my fluent and expressive verses of sincerity.
Belying is not the mendacious creed I profess,
intolerant of inequality, inflamed by fairness...
expelling deeds of duplicity that impinge on truthfulness;
and the imbecile, like the scoundrel, still practices insolence.
History will judge me for my temperament: sad, jaunty,
jolly, jocose, comical, querulous, lonesome and moody;
and should it immortalize me among its chosen literati...
this honor I will accept with acclamation and dignity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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Categories:
literati, dedication, history, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
To those poets who guided me along
that long, arduous road to success:
I sincerely give them my sweetest
" Thank you " and my warmest hug.
I can mention many names: Carrie Richards, Laura Mckenzie, Carolyn Devonshire
Cathy Lindsey, Debbie Guzzi, Nette Oncloud, Linda-Marie,Harry Horseman, Rick Parise,
Andrea Dietrich,Carol Brown,John Freedman,Connie Marcum Wong,Andersen Anne Lise,
John J. Falotico, Destroyer Poet, Vienna Bombardieri and Tracie Indigo Dreamweaver.
I would love to see those names in the Poetry Soup Hall Of Fame;
they have shown devotion and ambition through their brilliant poetry,
and the entire world should recognize them for their talent and ability,
but if the literati ignored their contributions, it would be more than shame.
I praise these gladiators of literature whose sharp swords are words for thought;
I laud their achievements and shout their names with a pride never heard,
to let everyone know how great and invincible they are in the battlefield...
and they'll go forward holding the torch of inspiration until its flame will burn out.
Categories:
literati, friendship, inspirational, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
I can't type anymore
My fingers are sore
from typing too many poems
So I'm buying a boat
I pedal, it floats
My fingers in lotion I'll stow 'em
Who wants to be tired
Caffeine keeps me wired
Tell the literati that I will show 'em
How to escape
sans Houdini-black cape
With a DIY cruise on the ocean
Categories:
literati, boat, humorous, magic, writing,
Form:
Light Verse
The gulf oil spill… drilled from the depth of ills
A battle between money and men, power and perils
A quest to depopulate the world by the New World Order
A sect storming every sphere of our seas with oil disorder
The continuous extraction of oil and fossil fuel
Has turned our plain paradise to a haughty hell
What greed has done, heaven needs to measure
For with tears and torment they trade our treasure
Oil spill puts creatures of colors on slippery slope
Where thorns and thistles thrives… we can’t cope
With the woes and wants that tilts our treasured terrains
In the wake of Katrina, Rita and Wilma: hot hurricanes
Fishing and farming, shipping and shrimping…slipping,
While the cruel cabals are camping, cutting and clapping
Destroying the heirs and health of our environment
To get wares and wealth, without care and contentment
Are we at the mercy of these elites… illuminati
Who foil the trials and toils of our laden literati?
But for blocking decisive data and discoveries
We might now be using free energy devices
We crave a complete clean up of the Gulf oil spill
The galactic gear may take us to that healthy hill,
Our faith and future lies in a patriotic energy policy
Let rid this wailing world of this curse and conspiracy
Categories:
literati, dedication, natural disasters, people,
Form:
Verse