Best Raconteur Poems
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Vers Beaucoup
The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:
a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d
Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to
the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.
(Definition of enjambment The continuation of a syntactic unit from one line or couplet of a
poem to the next with no pause.)
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Astrology
The stars, the Mars, destiny afar
The scars of yesterday seem to come my way
All the way. Even the moon, clouds strewn
Like wispy balloon seem to mourn, ominous and forlorn
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The searcher, deciphering future, to nurture
And raconteur. Symbols and signs, falling in lines
Astrological designs. Depicting life, joy and strife
Or anything rife. Past wreak, prospect mystique..
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Fortune untold, fate uncontrolled that planets behold
Young or old, only a seer and his peer
With a crystal sphere or tantras and mantras
Even using yantras, predict events or any ascents
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Sometimes soothsayers play doomsayers and naysayers
Asking us to conduct prayers. To create peace and release
And increase a planet’s interjection or correct a defection
Such complication! Makes astrology seem like mythology
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Across the sea of words
Bestowing your pleonastic sword
Cutting through ones own demons
Designing thoughtful imaginary treasons
Escaping time formality
Freeing your minds rationality
Growing inner character
Harlequin narrator
Inconsistent artisan
Jacinths beyond the mine among porceline
Kirigami folds of unique trade
Lauwine of emotion invade
Miraculous ideology allocated
Never quite overrated
Open minds put on overdrive
Poetry often collides
Queen of hearts in a kingdom of romance
Raconteur of resistance
Survival of the fittest
Talented interest
Unsatisfied likeness
Vigor of belief
Wanting relief
Xenolith of the brain
Yttrium configuration of pain
Zelkova's bibliotheca incurred.
now close your eyes and see afar
the leveled horizon of the raconteur
who wields a power to conjure up
past daily drudge and interrupt
the mind to spark synapse connection
and fill it full of extrospection
tales of manes of horses and highways
and roughish plots galloping sideways
lovers and warriors and conniving wives
jesters too clever, and kings too unwise
jungles and oceans and barbarism abound
chests well treasured, and ships run aground
the chronicles continue crafting of characters
sublime scenes surveyed, defying descriptors
but sit, carry on flying fast o'er the earth
to hear the whole story of the whole universe
as the narrator goes on giving of account
with panache and flair to roundly expound
to ears of intensive interest say the least
about angels, gods, and the mark of the beast
to frighten, to enrage, to amuse for the now
to tearfully weep, for protagonist not allowed
to come to the zenith of courage and triumph
instead falling to dispair, of dim-lit asylum
and the teller continues on with the tale
of wills and inheritance and prospects unavailed
our enchantment's complete, attention absolute
to relish the stories with complete gratitude
crowds riot and armies and plagues awash over
the forests, the cities, green fields of clover
to roll on with the chronicle told by the fire
bombastic or mundane, more infatuating desire
the story is loved, and by the teller caressed
to be passed to the listener now happily blessed
what, we wonder, could be better than this
to be held by this tale, and passionately kissed
© Goode Guy 2014-02-24
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
The morning task, since I’m inclined:
to hike out in the glorious wood,
and clear a path, with all that does entail.
But Missy does not seem to mind,
in fact, to her, it even seems good,
as patiently, she sits and wags her tail.
And so we hack small trees and vines,
drag rotted logs and flip small boulders,
and bit by bit, a hiking trail is formed.
I look back on this path of mine,
so much improved as I’ve grown older,
and like this trail, I too have been reformed.
This path through God’s world truly is divine.
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This is an odd one - a Raconteur of 13 lines:
8a:9b:10C:8a:9b:10C:8D:9e:10F:8d:9e:10F:{8|10}D
The capital rhymes denote the same end rhyme,
but, for instance, 'door' and 'adore' would fit...
Found this over at Poet's Collective in their index.
Two Poems
Avariciously she wanted to be a poetess
Cryptic colloquial eloquent words possessed
Often elusive eschewed from the theme
Limericks and rhymes avoiding etymology means
She an emissary of exonerated poetry banned
Refused extrication to facilitate an easy read
Hoped the fallowed grounds would lead the thieves
Foolhardily challenged the spies of poetry
Used furtive and feasible ingenious loquacious words
For the myopic poet seeing past opaque platitudes
A potentate poetess unconstrained by rules
Made a prudent decision of quiescent raconteur
The timorous young woman without any means
Observed scant observations of her apparent world
A sense of rectitude despite the rancid rooms
Holding profoundly laud regarding the state of penury
Perhaps, she myopic to any morose situations
A genius idiosyncrasy to others observations
Reading her books extraneous to any interpretations
Choosing eruditions to edify accusing disdains
Definitively making her way, condoning opinions
The cantankerous say.
Escaping reality with ambivalent
Articulate assents by way of academic astute ebullience
The ABC's of Politics (For Better or Words)
(SMILE! They aren’t misspelled.)
Aboulomania. Bahadur. Caducity. Dapatical. Ecmnesia. Fabulist. Gerrymander.
Highbinder. Ideopraxist. Jobbery. Kakistocracy. Lucripetous. Malversation. Nomocracy.
Obrogate. Papyrocracy. Quadrennium. Raconteur. Satisdation. Talliate.
Unconsentaneous. Vacillate. Wondermonger. Xenogenous. Yare. Zabernism.
That's Today's Politics Just for You!
Dictionary Reference: http://phrontistery.info/a.html
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The ABC’s of Politics (For Better and Words)
A-- aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness)
B-- bahadur (self-important official)
C-- caducity (being of a transitory or impermanent nature)
D-- dapatical (lavish; sumptuous; costly)
E--ecmnesia (loss of memory of the events of a specific period)
F-- fabulist (one who invents fables)
G – gerrymander (to divide electoral districts for one's own political gain)
H – highbinder (scheming or corrupt politician)
I-- ideopraxist (one who is impelled to carry out an idea)
J-- jobbery (the conduct of public business for private gain.)
K-- kakistocracy (government by the worst)
L-- lucripetous (eager for gain)
M--malversation (corruption in office; corrupt administration; misconduct)
N-- nomocracy (government based on legal system; rule of law)
O-- obrogate (to alter the law by passing a new law)
P-- papyrocracy (government by newspapers or literature)
Q— quadrennium (period of four years)
R-- raconteur teller of anecdotes
S-- satisdation provision of security
T-- talliate to impose a tax
U-- unconsentaneous not in agreement
V— vacillate fluctuate in opinion or resolution venal
W—wondermonger (one who promises miracles)
X—xenogenous (due to an outside cause)
Y-- yare (marked by quickness and agility; nimble; prepared; easily)
Z-- zabernism (misuse of military authority; bullying)
Did you like the joke? Please go to the Narrative Version, next.
Lord Have Mercy (@ Mercer & Broome)
I feel richer already
Says my lungs to my brain
The tactile orgasms and inquisitive Asians
Both ample yet directionally challenged
Growing with each thrust and lunge
My pearl is at Purl
Descending into fiber heaven
As poignant observations
Play hide and seek
Across this fanatically tethered cobble street
The runways play under everyone's feet
Each movement and stride
Gaining reason, style and raconteur
As winds slightly tremble
Kissing all the naked faces
Beauty comes as beauty seeks and gets
Welcome home, haute ones.
(10/12/16)
We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House
A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past
Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast
Served by an eighteenth century-adorned raconteur, my spouse.
Our guest house was known for its spectral residents merry
Many we met, got to know, and interacted with over the years
Some got acquainted with our guests if they showed no fears
Prominent to visit from the house of the dead was Ms Jerri.
She was sassy, could be mischievous; at times playful and sweet
Until they met Jerri or her friends some were reluctant to believe
Other guests agreed what the mind believes the eyes can achieve
Once a female guest became quite ill and chose to stay in her suite
When she got over her flu and came down to breakfast one day,
She wanted to know who had visited her and massaged her feet.
She insisted this was one fine woman she wanted, in person, to meet.
We told her then, in great detail, about Jerri our shadowy spirit’s stay.
Written on February 12, 2021
For "Ghost Contest"
Sponsored by Julia Ward
DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS
Do not be carried away by the deceit,
Of an oozing chant of a back palm’s stew;
For the meat that source and house it,
Will slip and off it will drift like dew;
So, do not miss the sun,
While counting the smiles of the stars,
Kafkaesque!
Most magic moments oblique,
The conscientiousness to tame,
And the illusionary shadow’s of blame.
Sometimes, I don’t want,
You to know what I think,
That’s why I hide it in a plant,
A tarred bowdlerize wink;
So, do not stay too long....
Looking at the sun, especially her eclipse.
Alas! The jaded aglet corpse!
I have wringed wet maelstroms,
What you have in your palm,
Is bigger than the shadow storms,
So, do not waste hours counting,
Those deceitful stars__
When all you need is the moon!
For this is an overweening;
Err that mar many: a raconteur.
~ Tile
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
The heart is a liar, it makes you believe
Any number of stories, perchance to deceive
A teller of tales, a false raconteur
An emotional hijacker, down to the core
Unruly, ill-tempered, and like a small child
It’s hard to control, and often runs wild
You see what is not, and you trust what you feel
And after a while, you’re unsure what is real
The heart is a demon, a mischievous imp
It parcels you out, like some sort of pimp
A cheater, a thief, it will have its way
Misguiding, dividing, consuming its prey
Spoiled and selfish, unfettered, untamed
It causes much trouble, and others are blamed
So do not believe it, and give it no chance
To catch you off guard, and ask you to dance
My wife is a raconteur
She tells tall tales of old kings and queens
She never looks at the mirror
"Fragments and the crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
---John Ruskin, 1853
Pieces of a man
who used to be whole
and chock full of life.
He had a personality that shined
like the rays of a summer afternoon sun!
He had a silver tongue, to boot!
He was a man of gripping eloquence.
A gifted raconteur who captivated
the neighborhood children
with a cavalcade of stories.
He brought joy and laughter
to so many. Unfortunately, a cruel fate
has befallen him! Pieces of a man
who used to be whole; now cold and distant
An unrecognizable ghost of his old self
He has turned inward; retreated
into a shell. The gleaming smile that once
adorned his face, now faint; few and far between.
Eyes that once sparkled like Esperanza diamonds,
empty and lifeless. Who is this stranger?
What has happened to this sunshine of a man?
What became of his magnetic charm? His eloquence?
What has robbed him of his beautiful mind?
Unforgiving, the ravages of Alzheimer's disease
Pieces of a man, crumbs of a tragic life...
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/30/2020