Best Rhetoric Poems
Standing in my home’s backyard, I gazed at the skies
Nothing comes to my muse’s sight but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in the air getting the hump.
Through the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how brown leaves are flickering, fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might
In an old nest of crow or in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter stock explores stores away
So that when winter sets in with its cold and storm
She would sleep all curled up, all snug and all warm.
She looks again and to make sure after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: make me feel you
Words can have so many meanings
It pays to carefully choose what you say,
Lack of phrasing can reveal your leanings
Ill-chosen words will often make you pay.
Politicians quickly learn how to double-talk
Meaning exactly what they did not say,
Like a sidewalk drawing with colored chalk
Knowing a weepy denial will wash it away.
Written October 16, 2022
Politics is not about sides
To use money for free rides
Say what you may never mean
Transparent and very unseen
Chasing only greenest green
Appearing in seenest scenes
What really drives your day
The truth is running astray
You never can really add up
When you only fill your cup
My Rhetoric Rhapsody
Oh! I am a Poet
It’s me again pretty poet of the century,
Breaking through till I reach mercury.
A pretty poet with popping phrases,
A poor poet with perpetual personality.
Praying that my poems pulls out pieces of pleasure,
Arouses interest, motivates and inspires.
Oh! I am a Poet
Who teaches as he preach
On every inch that becomes a cliché
And leaves your ears aching when reached.
Who frees frozen feelings of Refugees.
Who unfolds fundamental mysteries of false phenomenon.
Who washes and enshrines shameful ships on a sea shore,
Assuring Sheppard of Shelter by Lord Krishna.
Oh! I am a Poet
A rock solid hardcore poet
Self proclaimed Fundi
A super duper verse creator
A self sufficient professor
A prodigy not a protégé
A dictator not an agitator
A toughie not a roughie
I don’t recite to hear myself talk
I don’t talk to be noticed
I don’t take Hobson’s choice
Nor hobble to a hoax
I don’t settle for a bird in hand
Nor crawl for half a loaf
My reaches exceeds my grasp
My wishes akin to my riches
My poems are my pillar
My wits are my tools
No hocus pocus for my hoi polloi
I’m not a hoity-toity poet who scribbles down hokum poetry
My poetry is impalpable,
Inexplicable and impeccable.
My creativity is infallible.
My verses so impregnable.
I am an imperious poetic licensee
I am a rusty epic epidemic through youth poets’ wannabes,
A penurious poet who indulge in perilous peripheries.
My masterpiece is not some common handwritten handiwork on handkerchief.
I craft them like a handicapped handyman with no haphazard!
And this is my Rhetoric Rhapsody...
See, when I rhyme my rhymes that hum like hymns
And step on my Poetic Stiletto heels to find open minds
And dine in a pile of my rhymes...
My mimes start to mime my rhymes
And this is a route where I quote that this is not over yet...
Words -
incite
good, evil
peace and rage. Words -
spoken in hateful
tones divide, destroy
encouraging ignorance.
Words- spoken with temperance grow
understanding, foster tolerance.
Rhetoric that cannot be revoked - words...
Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns' phantasmagoria
insomuch nonsense amid candor,
directionless winds 'neath allegory
'pon posies and dragon's intimation
twisting mundane to vibrant intrigue,
translations representing prism's
kaleidoscopic colorful impressions
and themes of whimsies' schematics,
transparency & transcendence yielded
'neath abstraction's elaborations,
refining & expounding unspoken lyrical
compositions of a fancied expose
commencing communed communication,
redundancies' excesses never take recess
panoramic hues of conceptualizations' foibles
reverberating gusto of paradoxical aberrations,
chromatic visuals swaying eye's sensory perspective
distorting brain synapses proliferating alterations,
dancing 'tween fiery moonbows & dandelion whims
'pon emotions flabbergasted mid-starry night folly,
prancing within rain's whetted infidelity of sunrises
hanging amongst cosmoses' effulgent constellations,
feet never planted firmly in earthy burnt umber
viewing worldly horizons differently upside zest's zing
of inky relished sublimation and shifting symmetry - -
and we make naught apologies for imperfect paragons
Being noble is good and desirable.
Goodness is pleasant and noble virtue.
When one is good and pleasant. It’s also true
He should be praised in manner most noble.
Praise,good and pleasurable experience,
Shames me for I beg for it secretly.
Man seeks praise deep in his dirty conscience
So he is of all creatures most greedy.
Greed is not a virtue. It is a vice.
This has to be said quickly otherwise
You, my black friend, may begin to forget
Men that we are, can never be perfect.
Liberality, to give; not to hold back.
It’s opposite of greed. The liberal soul
Shall by providence and fortune be fat.
This age long truth is something we all know.
Magnanimity, to help largely.
Magnificence fuels the magnanimous.
See what thing virtue has turned you-famous;
With your name on lips you are yet to see.
Courage means being useful in a struggle.
It demands that certain laws be broken
To achieve the good of a trod people;
Piling sacrifices till truth’s proven.
Heroism.Terrorism. Folks and strokes:
See differently where they stand each moment.
The world keeps talking even till it croaks.
Yet east and west can’t come to agreement.
About nine eleven and desert storm.
The Bushes Being Laden with wars and strikes
Are both heroes and terrorist alike.
Each seeing the other in the other form.
The wind that breaks the mighty Irokos,
I will take my time, on these lines, to weave.
Such that, your praise, all will come to know.
Praise shames me giving or receiving it.
Because (I know) secretly I seek it,
Yet it’s altogether honorable.
And for you today, I’ll take the trouble
Such desirable virtues you possess.
Liberality.Magnanimity.
Nobility. Courage (I must confess)
Gentleness.Prudence and Humility.
What teacher taught you such wisdom to know?
Fortune and Providence embrace brave men.
Good luck and riches awaits the prudent.
The heavens smile upon the liberal soul.
They all smile at you. We all understand,
Yet some may have for you a different song;
That such and such you suppose to have done,
But always remember. You are just man.
These lines can go on spinning with praise,
But let me reserve what’s left within
For other future occasion and place
Where they will with much nobility fit.
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Russian nuking fears
Nagasaki in Japan
A fat man has squealed
Paronomasia
Rhetoric usage—
A pun, a true play on words!
Shades of confusion . . .
Ditto sounds, other meanings . . .
Phonetic pun poetic!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 28, 2018 (Tanka)
When will the cuts end?
An end to austerity seems further than the rainbow
And its dulling rays affect the nation
Increasing stress, pain and sleep deprivation
But it must be done they say
As if all will be well soon
With millions cast in doom and gloom
The hard working families, the deserving poor
Debt is their burden so tax them more!
But stop!
“The banks are revenue generating
So income tax would be self-flagellating”
“Tell you what, this is what we'll do
Close a library, end free food”
Balance the books, metaphorically speaking,
For at this rate our children wont have a Larkin
and an end will come to laughing
But they know best!
Sacrifices must be made
Allowances must be paid
The highest calibre of candidate
(An illegitimate mandate)
A double dip crisis causing the elite
as much trouble as a unreserved seat
On the roller-coaster of benefit
Brace yourself for another fall!
Something a politics professor once said
has been crashing round and round my head.
He said: "Zara. You could convince white
that it was black and black that it was white instead.
It's also been said that I struggle with reality -
that black-white; wrong-right polarity -
because I see white as blacker and black as whiter
right as wronger and wrong as righter.
So I am become a writer -
rather than a politician -
because any rhetorician
has plenty proof
that politicians tell the truth to lie
while writers lie to tell the truth.
Be careful, Acirema
torrential are the rains
that befall your treeless soil.
Be careful, Acirema
denial is a river that runs deep
unfathomable the depths of your flooded streams.
Be careful, Acirema
what gloom, your squandered potential
retain from times wasted your dwindling remnants of era.
Be careful, Acirema
of your copious memorials, in their heaps
your decrepit utopia craves no more.
Be careful, Acirema
shelve your inner warrior
snarling and catalogued, let it collect dust.
Be careful, Acirema
your prized infinity may conclude
should your grudging manner made an infinite.
Form:
It was 1988
And things seemed great
I walked off the stage
With a degree at the right age
There were changes abound
As I entered life’s next round
One happened a few years later
When bowl games needed to get things straighter
On New Year’s Day Night
The Orange Bowl was colleges big time sight
Granted on another network sugar was being splashed
With this game that could springboard one to nice professional cash
With a nice halftime show
It was a nice way to let last year go
But there was one network’s selfish greed
That tarnished the gridiron holiday gift underneath the tree
They wanted it all
And stopped at nothing including putting the parent company’s store in the mall
Due to this obsession
Athletics saw nothing that would define the word recession.
More bowls were put in place
To allow every student athlete a chance to build their talented case
But it was the Orange Bowl who had a foe
Direct from Epcot France featuring the French Quarter drunken trance.
New Orleans had the party the night before
Hours in front of midnight when they showed the old year the door.
Someone in a yellow jacket made the shift to compete with the King of Orange’s tropical gift
Now the viewer needed to do a little remote control clickering
To ease the family’s bickering.
Today King Orange will stay out of the way
Of New Years Day
Instead they play a day before we say goodbye
To the year that gave a good try.
With a team from the VA that will need a good military strategy to find the winning way
And another team from the north part of the state it should be a nice game that is worth the luring bait
But it is that wonderful halftime production
That has found itself through the years getting reduction
They have tried everything
Including getting celebrities to sing
To combat this couple minutes of rest
That makes the players ponder on how well they are doing on the gridiron final exam test.
In closing good luck to the two teams
As they deal with tropical greens
Finding out what everything means
While playing this game in their dreams.
And you all thought
that after reaching home,
I would jump in the shower so fast
and off to bed...I'd snooze to end my boredom?
On my lunch hour I take a light nap,
it's beneficial to your health the doctor confidently says;
and should I ever see a scary, black cat
running across my windshield...a nightmare surely begins.
Working hard in a warehouse
with people and forklifts in full swing,
I must be more alert than a mouse
being chased by a bunch of hungry cats drooling.
To sit at my desk and write a poem for a new contest:
is a challenging and rewarding experience for an obscure poet;
and while others sleep and their spirits float in mysterious dreams,
I reflect over the rhetoric language of what life seems.