Best Loudspeakers Poems
The voices of my present state and feelings echo
down into my mother’s sympathetic ears,
They resonate…in no barriers, she decodes
with her warm understanding and great love overflow.
She hears my footsteps on trails of joy and contentment,
giving me her smiles with supporting hands to go ahead;
She hears my footsteps on path of desolation or in tacit sadness,
Offering her breast and shoulder to lean on,
her loving pieces of advice uplift my spirit, wipe my tears and give me breath.
My fragile emotion easily restores and mends,
Oh, mother dear, your listening ears are your heart’s aesthete!
A rich tapestry of comfort, love and affection,
where all my sighs , fears and sentiments will be laid.
No child’s turgid words in my mother’s loving ears,
regardless of distance, she listens, embraces and cares,
With her sensitive radar system, she knows all my needs
like Tannoys - so loud, supersonic, she hears them all vibrate.
Her ears synch well with her loving heart
Amazingly entwine, they are twosome…
Oh, mother dear, may I touch lovingly your ears with my both hands,
may I touch your angelic aging face as I thank you so much,
This poem is especially for you, I’m sending it with a SWALK
Sealed With my Loving Kiss on this sweet Mother’s Day card.
*Tannoy s- systems of loudspeakers for making announcements
Written: May 9, 2015 10.40pm
-This poem is a loving dedication to my ever dearest mom who is here with me right now. She loves poetry so much. She was my first teacher in reciting poetry. I was inspired to write a free verse poem for her. This is my Mother’s Day gift for her along with my humble art works/ paints, Mother’s Day t-shirt and card.
May I also dedicate this poem to all mothers all over the world. More power and blessings to you all! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! MANY HUGS FROM ME!
First Place
Contest: Mother's Ears
Judged: 5/18/2015
Poet Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day
Contest Judged: 5/3/2022 7:00:00 PM
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Place 1
Categories:
loudspeakers, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Inspired by Opeth – The Drapery Falls and this entire year…
I sip on Super Mario Brothers hot cocoa cup
Filled with convictions’ drop
From streams of consciousness
Ready to skinny dip into a new plateau
No
Holds
Barred
Ferocity’s grip
Looking upon God’s yesterdays
As He hands me a pen
Asking me what I have learned
…
As days have passed
I slow dance with convex mirrors within glasshouse.
Remedies to my confusion
Thrusting me back to the day
A befriending of cotton candy souls
As we ride against Ferris Wheels with a song
That should never end
Holding hands through rickety roller coasters
Pulling me downwards
Upwards
Parallel to perpendicular resolutions
The square root to pale ghosts
Staring with onyx want
All of their tainted wishes
Were for brighter days
…
As these days pass
I recollect collective smile upon my spiraled breaths.
There should have been more.
There could have been more.
It’s not too late for early newcomers into my atrium.
But, you better have your ticket in hand.
For I have already tasted the scalding broth of disappointing screams
Overpowered in salted dramatics
Please
Just come as you are
Unfiltered
No plastic surgeries are welcome within these heartbeats.
…
As days go by
I continue to dream of tomorrow’s smile
Placing loudspeakers against silenced seclusions
With ONE MIC
I hail to cathedral sanity
Swimming within my stream of consciousness that few can dive into
Without turning their backs
…
As tomorrow approaches
Who will be the spark in our cherry bombs?
To light jeweled, nocturnal ionospheres within breaths of security
And sincerity coated fingertips
Who I ask?
Speak loud!!!
Speak in unbridled frequencies!!!
Don’t wait for another day to go by…
...without me waking up to your sound again.
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
loudspeakers, friendship, life,
Form:
Free verse
My first poetry reading on April 15, 2011 at Café Jolesch in Zittau
This evening I read the first five of my poems before an audience in the beautiful Art
Nouveau atmosphere of Café Jolesch under the direction of Karin Kayser and Rolf Monitor in
the context of the "Open Stage" for the 3rd Lusatian Culture Night. I waited for my first
appearance with a good Czech Svijani fresh draft beer. On the small stage were already
loudspeakers, microphones and musical instruments installed. From 8 pm on the room filled
with visitors. A live band playing rock music and blues and a young woman performed a
belly dance. All the tables were now occupied, and I cleared my place for some students,
listening to the sounds from the bar and watched the dance. There was much applause and
some young people shot photos with their cell phones. Then I was announced by Rolf
Monitor, stepped to the stage and read my five poems for the first time in public. It was
quiet in the room and all listened to me and when I had finished, came rapturous applause.
Rolf Monitor asked me if I could not read more of my poems, but I was only prepared to
read five. I promised to repeat my reading with more poems next time.
Note: The Lusatian Culture Night is a yearly event in April from 7 pm till midnight with
different performances, exhibits and other events. Café Jolesch is a pub in the so called
Hiller Villa.
The villa was built at end of the 19th Century. It was for decades the home of the Jewish
Hiller family. Gustav Hiller, an inventor from Großschönau, using the proceeds from his
first patent, a machine for manufacturing curtain strings, founded Zittau's Phänomenwerke.
They were known in GDR times as VEB Robur Works Zittau, in which bicycles of the brand
Phänomen, the Phänomobile and later the Robur truck were produced. During the Nazi rule,
Mrs. Hiller, could be bought off for an annual payment of 300,000 Reichsmark from
deportation. After the war the family moved into the West Zone. Today the Villa Hiller is
home for the Multicultural Center (MUK), a nonprofit organization. In 1993, the
granddaughters of Gustav Hiller, Mrs Anne Frommann and Mrs Claudia Siede-Hiller, now
living in Israel, donated the villa to the MUK. The ground floor houses the Café Jolesch.
Categories:
loudspeakers, placesapril, culture, me, poems,
Form:
Narrative
Sometimes a unwanted sound
Known to bounce all around
It goes up and down
Is it pollution?
Earphones or earplugs is the solution
It volumes can be controlled on the radio or television
Played on loudspeakers gives it an longer extension
It can block, distort, change or interfere with the meaning of a message in both human and
electronic communication
In a broader sense it still is considered to be information
It can be heard on a short-wave loud or low
Like light and water it has a continuous flow
Noise is also used in the creation of 2D and 3D images
In any electronic circuit, there exist random variations in currents or voltages
Categories:
loudspeakers, computer-internet, people, science
Form:
Rhyme
As you flee behind you hear
Your hate filled screaming foes
Pillaging and burning
Their tutored hatred beyond reason
For no reason
Loudspeakers hastily erected amongst the rubble
Play a dirge of victory
As they hold a pyrrhic parade
As you flee to who knows where
North, south, east or west?
Don't know. Don't care
Just away
Unknown lands ahead
There be monsters?
You only hope you've left them behind
As you flee you see the broken crowds
A caravan of the barely living
Some men and children in uniforms
Now just costumes
Clutch their weapons that failed them
The debris of war litter the poisoned earth
Twisted metal entomb twisted flesh
Broken souls pass by
Your town is gone
Your home is gone
Your family - alive or dead - gone
Your life - your past - gone
Your food - the last scrap - gone
Your water - the last drop - gone
Your hope - gone
You have nothing
But you are not nothing
As you flee become the seed
That penetrates a fertile land
And makes it grow afresh
You may fall on stony ground
As many will
As you flee you reach the well meaning camps
A pale shade of existence
Living in forgotten limbo
As you flee strike out to promised lands
Schizophrenic peoples that both welcome and revile
As you join their underclass
A scapegoat for all their ills
Cast aside your skills, your art, your education
And toil and sweat on the work that no-one wants
And when you finally accept this is your lot
Toil and sweat for your children
Who can never understand your struggle, your journey
But carry the seed of your people
Maybe one day they will return home
And rebuild
Entry to the "travel light" contest
Written 12th January 2017
Categories:
loudspeakers, courage, farewell, grief, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.
Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in the hotel's lavish court yard.
My rocky passion serves me as leitmotif
In my love life. It's my favorite play card.
Dine and talk. Perfectly at ease together.
I like so much wishing you "Bon appetit",
With you my soul is flying like a feather.
You are to me more than a mere novelty.
Feel beautiful in a body so petit.
Your touch is oh so tender. Deja vu?
Strangers are familiar. We finally meet,
In former life we must have shared rendez-vous.
After dinner we head out to cabaret.
You quickly organize an old school taxi.
You stare, you can't take your eyes off my décolleté
Feel incredibly desired, too damn foxy.
We're finally there. One kitschy place. Garçon
Slowly serves cheap red wine to every table.
No one on stage but loudspeakers play chanson.
You were school graduate as I'm in cradle.
We expected to see a show of avant-garde.
Would like to occupy the place of your protégé.
Wish of mine you note but simply disregard.
One day I'll dress exclusively prêt-à-porter.
Another caress of night we have in store.
Waiting in bed. Finally you knock. "Entrez!"
All night we'll listen to music of the shore.
Ready to welcome you inside. "S'il vous plaît"
Next morning, early rise and you have to leave.
Gave me sea shell and CD as souvenir.
Rest of my vacation I'm condemned to grieve.
Imagery of you streams softly like cashmere.
Too fast but it's time to wish you "Bon Voyage!".
Final heady breaths of your eau de cologne
I inhale. Hate hotel lobby's entourage.
Time to finish that book by Jerome Jerome.
Next five days I watch mind's movie-reverie
Of us together. Quite soon I'll be en route.
Miss you. Will I ever see you? C'est la vie!
Have a feeling that we said goodbye for good.
On the plane back home I write you, mon amour.
I hope you reach your so longed-for Shambala.
My poems about you are cri de coeur.
I'm home. New life is here. Oh là là! Voilà!
Categories:
loudspeakers, adventure, journey, love, lust,
Form:
Lyric
No one had seen Rudolf for weeks
He was wanted via loudspeakers and flyers
"This is the moment where everything changes", Santa Claus said
Christmas Eve was approaching, there was nothing more to do
It came news from the University Hospital of Northern Norway
Poor Rudolf, lay for three weeks with a broken leg
Swelling and loss of movement - it was just hopeless
The plaster cast was heavy - he couldn't fly home
Rudolf was sent home by air ambulance, in a comfortable bed
On Christmas Eve he sat in the sleigh together with Santa Claus
Even with a broken leg he was able to overcome the obstacle
Rudolf's red nose has become a symbol of Christmas for everyone
Categories:
loudspeakers, blessing, christmas, holiday,
Form:
Narrative
Anti-Poem – “Prom Night At LAX 1973”
(Poet’s Instruction: Before reading this anti-poem, kindly go to YouTube and play Muzak: “Stimulus Progression.” Music can also be heard at my Facebook page under Stark Hunter. If possible, kindly play it in the background as you read.)
nine flags cologne boy
gunning a green ’71 ford torino
lapping up black asphalt dreams
cruising on deaf aviation boulevard
Ignoring the roaring jet monsters wheeze by
looking for pineapples and mouse ears
his date dressed in pink formal attire
sniffing a blood red corsage
ahead of them —
the flying saucer made of steel and space
mecca for their zipped-up prom dreams—
teenage reveries of lust and blue lace
now inside the circular restaurant
its glass windows vibrating with lights
another silver boeing beast lands nearby
with tornado voices howling in the wind
she says to her date—
‘how lovely the view is from our table—‘
‘people coming and going like mice from water’
‘it is exhilarating’
a tall waitress in jetson uniform brings iced tea
she tells cologne boy ‘bow ties are righteously cool’
now soul-numbing muzak is playing inside the restaurant
it seeps and drips and hovers like a funeral fog—
oozing through invisible space age loudspeakers
‘i just love this music,’ his date says
‘it is so romantic’
presently another 727 roars by
ascending like magic to the descending sun
Categories:
loudspeakers, memory,
Form:
Free verse
As this fevered vision comes to pass
these saviors with their plagued feet
grinning lips bereft of truth and teeth
sorely hunger for our wealthy carcass
Armed with a legion of noisy mosquitoes
billboards, loudspeakers are screaming out
glossy party programs from north and south
hide in shiny boots ulcers of a leprous toe
Heaven on earth, Utopia upon this earth
fills this polluted air with a fog of expectations
empty bellies, potholes and dry taps yawn in frustration
to these aired slogans trampled in to their death
Beggars in suits trail along with their plates
marching in crescendo to galled pipers tones
crumbs will buy souls truly branded ill fortune
whose chalked fingers met no lettered slate
To the royal banquet of a nations carcass
strewn by violence, greed and poverty in plates
chokes off earnest prayers that arrives so late
as our rotten saviors gasp, sigh and pass
Awed we stare at their remains in animated shock
choking upon their loot they run out of sheer luck.
Categories:
loudspeakers, africa, anger, corruption, grief,
Form:
Quatrain
Frozen stadium comes alive
as dancers two by two arrive.
Change room bustles and voices cry
from past peer bonds, friendships revive.
Stretch limber legs, how hard they try
warm ups, touch ups, but passers by
can sense the tension, feel the heat
as ice dancers get set to fly.
A buzzing roar, the rhythmic beat
pound of patrons impatient feet
loudspeakers pitch, music proclaims
and so the first in pairs compete.
Graceful motion, perfection aims
of ice and fire, of silk and flames
for love of country all will strive
to bring gold to Olympic games.
Categories:
loudspeakers, sportsurdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Entering any favorite mall,
A row of seats you wence recall
mega signs displayed everywhere
why, you can't help to stop an stare
First, you notice those folk gathered,
in seats all around a booth of glass
an author about to be a star, record, what mattered
long last, she or he can Publish in front of class
He or her turns on greenlight "OnAir", all go silent,
she is up-to-bat, she knows this is her Debeu
that crowd waits patiently, at that moment
loudspeakers come alive, 'SPEAKER' wants to interest you
Mr. or Mrs. tells you to keep your seat, quiet to imply
During this time editors scramble as papers fly
beats that Photobooth, in years gone by
beats that Photobooth, in years gone by
Their story-tell envokes all emotions, to touch our heart,
all five senses are somehow wakened...
realizing this Publishing Booth, On -This -Spot
has potential, why, virtually real pride has emerged
Categories:
loudspeakers, appreciation, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
From each according to his ability
gains little traction in a world
where ability is so obviously diminished
just take an honest look around you
sound bites are no longer protection
against an epidemic of eyes wide shut
presumably a long dark gestation
in the stillbirth delivery room
our congenitally unelected elder ironsmith
fist patting his big catcher's mitt
going hum baby over and over
his ornithologists wingtip to wingtip
wheeling above an existential road kill
in an act of digestion before the fact
as I dance between their swooping beaks
paying no attention to the loudspeakers
the red capes the water cannons
the bullying little one person manias
clung to like a monkey to its mother
yes even the experts are puzzled
at how his reed boat remains afloat
and maintains steerage in spite of
the sewage the half submerged bodies
swirling and gurgling in siren whirlpools
visions of bliss epiphanies of communion
in a vastly underestimated reservoir of misuse
a parody of divine cause and effect
will never ever recite that wisdom is free
like stones tumbling from the mountain
from the echoing barbershop mirrors
nuggets of pure gold for the picking
a permanent revolution inches away
more than a slogan about better diet
rather a great numberless equation
devoid of faith belief or trickery
dare I wish
Categories:
loudspeakers, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
The spring carnival will soon be arriving
With exciting rides and strange exotic shows,
Loudspeakers will blare with old disco jiving
Flickering neon lights causing nocturnal glows.
With exciting rides and strange exotic shows
Featuring the weird and impossible stunts,
Flickering neon lights causing nocturnal glows
Barkers and showmen, workers, and grunts.
Featuring the weird and impossible stunts
Parents shielding children from scanty-clad girls,
Barkers and showmen, workers, and grunts
Steer them to Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirls.
Parents shielding children from scanty-clad girls
Enticing naïve bumpkins to enter the tents,
Steer them to Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirls
Where good times are had with better sense.
Parents shielding children from scanty-clad girls
Loudspeakers will blare with old disco jiving,
Steer them to Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirls
The spring carnival will soon be arriving.
HONORABLE MENTION
written March 30, 2022
"Carnival Time" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
July 10, 2022
Categories:
loudspeakers, fun, spring,
Form:
Pantoum
You Let We the People Down
Hey, good morning. Let me ask you all:
Do you believe you’re God?”
“Do you believe you can override
God’s divine plan for our lives?
Do you believe God gave us life
and God takes away our life?
Well, if you answer yes to all these questions,
who gives you the right to choose how we live our lives?
I choose faith over fear every day.
You’re not God, and since masks are harmful,
where there is risk there should be choice.
You’re removing our freedoms
and stomping on our constitutional rights
by these communist dictatorship orders…
constitutional rights by these communist
dictatorship orders…
If you do vote to mandate masks
in the workplace
and public schools and stores,
the death of many will be on your hands.”
“Do you want to be called,
known for communist dictators?
Is this the legacy you want to be known for?
Do you want to be responsible
for fear mongering misinformation
fed to your citizens?”
The problem with humanity
today is ignorance, arrogance, and apathy.
Keep listening to the TV brainwashing you
from birth.
Keep listening to conditioning messages
in your local stores
while shopping, just like Fidel Castro
did over loudspeakers in Cuba.
Don’t you see the problem?
The truth is out there…
Remember, God is watching you.”
Categories:
loudspeakers, allah, anxiety, death,
Form:
Unknown, unseen, the invisible demon has arrived to annihilate
Anybody out in open becomes a pray of his wrath
Soon gasping for breath, gone forever
Such is his might that no one dares to go near dead body
Lest they be killed mercilessly
Huddled at home, a life of scare
Millions dead, count increasing
Governments battling the hidden enemy
Nothing is working
All are living a caged life at home
This monster has spread its tentacles all over the earth
Dead bodies fill crematory, human population coming down drastically
Surprisingly he is targeting only humans
Nature, trees, animals, birds, insect, air, water, all are happy
They are glad the monster came to save them from human atrocities
Land animals still living in little space, now roam about more freely
Water bodies are relieved as they are no longer being used as a big dustbin
Trees are breathing fresh air
Birds are chirping merrily
No honking of vehicles, no loudspeakers, no loud human noises
It seems this monster is a friend of all except humans
He wants to kill humans for atrocities committed against others
Man's ego stands crushed
One who thought he was the greatest
stands helplessly in front of a microscopic creature.
Earth belongs to all, live and let live
Stop destroying earth, or I will come kill you
Message is loud and clear!
05.05.2021
Contest Name : A Poem of Horror
Sponsor : Funom Makama
Categories:
loudspeakers, horror,
Form:
Imagism