Best Orator Poems
Shower of autumn leaves and acorns,
And rustling sound as I stroll.
Those mesmerising bubbles all-round,
As I dive in the pool.
And also, when, looking into his eyes,
Silently, I can walk thousand miles.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
The power to see the unseen!
A lady dressed in pink, in my sight.
With complementing accessory soaked in glittery white.
And my heart fondly admires,
Wow! That blushing pink charmer!
Just like an innocent pearl in an oyster.
Adorning beautiful pearl in white,
Gracefully gleaming bright!
And also, when I see those young, tanned lads,
Completely soaked in mud.
And, scaring me, with their thud.
Then, smiling broadly to show their set of teeth.
Oh! I love them, they are all sweet!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It definitely beautifies my thoughts!
When I see my friend upset.
Without even a word, I know his mindset.
Slipping quietly my hand on her hand.
I can feel her with my inner strength.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It teaches me to empathise.
When I am low
Poetry raises me back, to glow!
When my confidence begins to retire.
Poetry gives me the strength to fight like fire!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
Always by my side to support me.
Poetry hones in me, a better orator,
As it makes me, a better expresser.
Yes! It helps me to build my character.
My poetry is me!
23/2/19
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: Poetry and ME
here comes the orator with his flood of words and his drop of reason
In a Sunday wintry air
The pigeons, the sparrows
And the mocking birds
Without array
Congregated themselves
Outside the family house
Listening, intently
To the noonday oration
Of Her Majesty, the Queen
Whilst I, I quickly picked
The various colors and shapes
Of myself, my dignity
Shortly thereafter
She, fumingly, dropped them off
Through the guiltless window
I had three poems
- Short ones-
And was told where to stand
To read them
My time was limited
Only time to read the bare words
No time for introductions,
Side stories,
Or explanations
“Just read the poems”
So I did
My elocution was perfect:
Clear, and to the point
I left the stage
To a silent reception
Because no one knows
Who I am
Do speakers sound articulate,
For ideas they’d freshly conceived
From the faintest flash just received?
Does pumped blood not circulate fast,
The steadied nerves later not last?
Rather a weak insulation
Of a feared circumlocution,
Left ajar a stammering door
Begging for Great Orator’s jaw!
Its not helped by physical might
What is a psychology’s fight
Great panic and its twin stage fright
Before an audience, mind in flight
Sure it had met The Superior
That deserved nothing inferior…
So back you go to drawing board!
Weapon: psychological sword!
Demosthenes was 'de most' famous of orators in ancient Greece!
His "Philippics" attacking King Philip of Macedonia is considered a masterpiece!
History recorded this and many other of his incisive orations,
For which he received well-deserved thunderous 'ovulations'!
(Written with considerable tongue in cheek!)
Boy dancer shudders at his reciting girlfriend,
He wants to leave but she wants the front end;
All his life he's dreamed to be a dancin' machine,
Two-foot spinning, twirling, whirling fiend ;
Girlfriend speaks she's a tremendous orator;
She stands before the audience a skilled presenter;
Boy dancer shudders at his reciting girlfriend;
Stops abruptly standstills to listen;
For you see the speech she shares,
Glorified stories of her dancin' bear;
7/21/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
He's the type for whom it's an instructive
display of authority
to talk loudly in a crowded elevator
with impunity;
whether or not those around fume or explode
in quiet violence,
he neither wants to know nor cares, doesn't
make a hill of beans difference;
but woe to him, for there she is who has
mastered down to a fine art
the showing of self-righeous, dry indignation
of a mocking heart,
who tells him even at his best moment,
he can never be charming
and, for a loudmouth, now's his worst moment,
worst place, worst timing!
15 October 1931 was his date of birth,
He is a man of infinite worth.
Rameshwaram was his birthplace,
Poverty was a villain in his case.
A very down-to-earth man;
As a paper boy, his life, he began.
He was a hardworking student;
And was always very prudent.
A low-cost coronary stent,
Along with a cardiologist, he did invent.
As a ‘Missile Man’ he is well known,
For the talent that he has shown.
He supported Uniform Civil Code,
Upon him, Bharat Ratna was bestowed.
He is the darling of the youth;
Doubt not an ounce, for it’s the truth.
He was a relentless fighter,
A great orator, and writer.
All good virtues in him we see;
Can you guess who is he?
his transcendent gift
ciceronian eloquence
it keeps on giving
Date written: 09/21/2019
After a tepid greeting
A hush fell over the crowd
And as they took their seating
I spoke of my deeds so proud
On this stage I'd now embark
No teller of feeble lies
With a glance I saw the spark
And the wonder in their eyes
So with a smile on my face
I just boldly clamored on
And soon all over the place
That skeptical look was gone
A change from when I started
As their cheering voices called
Bowing, I then departed
And there left them all enthralled