Best Recitation Poems
My cousin and I were dismayed
By the kids who were in her third grade
They had no answers to tell
Though they spoke very well
And knew how impressions were made!
They earned an A+ for endurance
For displaying remarkable effluence
They could babble all night
With no fact in sight
Nor any sign of congruence!
Oh, how wise we thought that we were
We could see their minds were a blur!
But now, mid-elections
And selfie confections
We see why they were so sure.
A nocturnal phenomenon
When the sun falls from the heavens
And we begin the recitation of the constellations
And chart your wisdom in the fourth dimension
To a constant navigation of hearts that burn brighter
Yearning for the truth, for love and romance
The reason why diamonds even matter
An eternal patience to watch man’s evil deeds and not utter a word
And witness in a profound silence, his hunt and insatiable greed
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The stars only exist for stars to exist - to shine with all their might
Man is a sickness, and unintended by-product of the star dust
Our freewill seeks to impose itself on their brilliance
Through astronomy and astrology seeking the stars' guidance
Their light into our lives like a multitude of eyes gives us significance
Twinkling like a blinking eye, winking to give us reassurance
The sphere of the night sky like a wide open eye
Watching over us like the Gods by name we forever praise
The faith to someday also our souls raise
Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.
Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as lard,
Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope,
On is own,allus could cope.
Niver sees 'im vexed,or aggled,
Even if drenched and bedraggled;
In lightning 'e wore niver frit,
Though the whole sky wore fork-lit.
Grew peas that kidded well,
Allus 'ad a tale to tell.
Dialect from aound Aylesbury Vale ,England
hear me read this on youtube @ http://youtu.be/RfQCyNiNDAY
ya can't recite a sonnet
without a union card
we got rules here ya know
now move along,
you're not da bard
ya can't be a narrated narrative
neither an alliterative comparative
voiced onomatopoeia sounds like a panacea
but the aesthetics don't fit the phonetics
ya can't be a couple-a-couplets
droppin' duo doubles as doublets
ya can't be a Limerick either
now ya don't look Irish neither
so, authentic you ain't
don't make no complaint
got no chew but yer one last incisor
ya can't get on the open-mic
an' recite jus' anything ya like
it takes rules and forms
to fit into da norms
without causin' a riot or strike
so jus' be aware, we got rules here
acrostics will get cha put down
Iambic pentameter - is the wroong parameter,
and the villanelle - don't go over so well
your calligraphy don't mean nutin' ta dem - or me
so jus' know, how we blow...
'cause, youse ain't da bard
© Goode Guy 2012-11-15
POIEMA PERFECTED
made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
erth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
uplift
my heart
dispel
distress
cast off
despair
begone
music tingle
my spine
emotions
realign
half dreaming
...dulcet
slow
gently awake
'twixt night
& reality
still
in no man's
land
now engaged
open
ascending
higher&
higher
presto
spinning
round&
around
escalate
&wait
a repeat
unfolds
phrase
by
phrase
skates
then
slides
stirring
into
action
continuous
exhilaration
echos
on repeat
from
edifices
of sound
strings
that sing
harmonized
into one
played
breathtakingly
fast
dispel
my disquieting
thoughts
Craft me a tiffany
that others may see
Cut out a matisse
for my mantle-piece
Throw me a pollock
to which others will flock
Abstract me a rothko
I can keep on show
Sculpt like epstein
this profile of mine
Draw like da vinci
a portrait of me
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
RECITATION pinnacle of participatory poetics
out of the particular
a birds wing
a waterfall
some things beyond
the ordinary
of moments past
drama of the season
atmosphere in the soul
sharp outlines
softness of vision
a philosophy of nature
spontaneous pleasure
in
an overflow of feeling
portents of proportions
vistas glimpsed
in elements&symbols
dramatic dreams
made real
by
discerning
eyes
natural beauty
sudden
& shaped
from eye to brush
unconstrained picturesque
in sublime raptures
particular places
poetical portraits
with pleasing effects
romantic feelings
beyond
the everyday
topography &textual detail
in light
& movement
ambitions so complex
washed
in colour&feeling
reflections in water
purposed in passing
a mass in shadow
solemn grandeur
masterly executed
of
sentiments
the unconscious
a source of images&actions
in disguise&gestures
with slips of tongue
interpreted
with
simile&metaphor
of
libidinal desire
listening
to the unsound
made loud
opened
out of view
id&ego
expanded
frustrated freed
impulses exposed
as
universal symbols
from
the repository of memory
the fiction
of dream&myth
transitioned
into the realm
of reality
INSIGHTS
a delight to mediate
on green pasture
beside
quiet waters
on a profound
presence
pivotal patterns
rich
emblematic repetitive
to stimulate&arouse
the intellect
delight the muse
to pen
fetters freed
constraints&traits
enigmas &illusions
magnified
made
manifest
again
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay
After the style of addenda 23 by Samuel Beckett
shapes
adjacent
subliminal postures
in elements
of purity:
a surfeit of harmony
shards of enlightenment
minute observations
luminosity articulated
stay
awhile
wait
close eyes
listen
imagine
wonder:
notes
stream
as
continuous
contentment:
alone
in this quiet
of
my mind-
dream..
ing
NOTE:
This happening poem is of thoughts and words that happened as I listened to youtube clip(above) of John Cage piano piece 'In a Landscape' which in reality is a part of this happening poem.
AFTER STYLE OF SAMUEL BECKETT ADDENDA 23(first posted Aug 2017)
to go or stay
or runaway
avoid delay
of my being here
of my being there
of leaving now
wondering how
of roundabout
of hereabouts
of this residence
a missing presence
in this empty house
in this empty mind
in making decisions
to just unwind
of being unable
to decide about
coming home
come home
to a empty house
with a empty mind
and not being able
to just unwind
to go or stay
or run away
without delay