Best Speaker Poems
With nerves of steel and iron will,
I rolled a boulder up a hill.
With perseverance, guts and grit,
I almost reached the top of it,
but the rock then went the other way,
and as I speak to you today,
I must tell you the reason that
I stand before you, pancake flat.
Written by Gail DeBole
On 10/27/2021
Updated on 10/28/2021
Don’t repeat.
Make it short and sweet.
Really and Very
Are words that don’t carry
A crucial amount of weight
To a descriptive word’s state.
If you must abuse
The word that you choose.
Then at least speak the power
So listeners do not sour.
Say “Very” to the third
Even though it’s quite absurd.
At least you’re being clever
If listeners respond, “Whatever.”
We all want a few things to do
just once in a while
We want to kill that special something that falls through our fingertips
Like last moments of a kiss; the break tears off a gasp of your facade
Leaving skins spoken into yet louder spins
Whatever it takes to leave a hand or footprint
over these chapters, over these pages
An ink blot or two on their unknowing faces,
all those many you's
that at times used to confuse you,
remove you, reduce and prove -- You!
Oh You used to be so underground then.....wouldn't even have noticed me even if I could write a wild song with my pen
"'the pen is always mightier than the sword', they say"
Well, was this even supposed to happen?
Nein Mann, there was no first state to seek out no matter how you ranged it
In the blank shoulder-space view that you just can't see whatever you do
chronic stress races past the quickest laugh --
wish it off
wish it after!!
take the next ride out
take the next sarcastic utterance
~ how Easily we forget our skins...
hast thou forgotten the true spell of nothingness?
...it wasn't a memory you might have had, or a future command
...it is you now
you how....
and when
I sit behind the computer
scripting the daily lesson plan,
while hoping there’s no intruder,
of them I’m not an eager fan.
A guest speaker comes to impart
something in boring monotone.
I hope he imparts something smart
or I’ll be reading on my phone.
A meeting scheduled noon today
is for, I’m not sure what or why!
The dull message makes my mind stray;
for this once, I wish time would fly!
My pencils are sharpened just so.
The computer is securely encoded.
My thoughts are ready to outflow
and my brain is close to imploded.
My nails are done; my hair is styled;
new shoes I bought last month, or week.
Addled from the hard push so wild,
the harried week seems rather bleak.
All tasks done as guideline bids.
Today is our convocation.
I don’t know about all the kids,
But I need a long vacation!
At my college graduation
There most likely was a speech,
But my memory of whose it was
Is simply out of reach.
Yet today celebrities can claim
Commencement’s greatest prize –
All those celebrating graduates
To bolster and advise.
Surely Conan, Oprah, Ellen
Would a nifty speech produce
But I envy those who listened
To a talk by Dr. Seuss.
It was many years ago, it’s true
And I just read a part of it
But just as you’d expect,
Some perfect rhyme was at the heart of it.
Had I been there, I can guarantee
That I would recollect
Both the message and his manner
And more words than you’d expect.
But instead, my graduation day
Has faded from my mind,
Though I’ll bet there was some wisdom
That the speaker hoped we’d find.
Just like I said it would go down the Speaker of the House
sold you out to (liberal left) makes him a rhino louse
Obama called and thanked him, for giving his suppport
A great big hug across the aisle for his number one cohort
Most on the right don't realize, the damage that he's done
John Boehner "clone", (a rhino true) he'll destroy us, make us one
The secret pact that he has made with Obama and his crew
Hidden deep inside that Bill is Obama through and through
Breaks my heart to know he turned, can't call him traitor though
You can, call him "Obamas Clone" his family may not know
Won't be long you'll feel the pain, things hidden in the Bill
you'll wonder, just whose side they're on and it's not yet over still
Lots of funding in the bill, for refugees and more
Illegals? Yes they're in there too, so now you're getting sore?
Yes there's health care for them all, no it's not for you
food and clothing, heat and rent, all those gifts are true
I know it only bothers those, paying taxes every day
the rest don't care, they get their share, a guaranteed monthly pay
The sham created on both sides (John Boehner/ Ryan song)
Paul Ryan standing tall and proud as though there's nothing wrong.....
I once heard a girl on Maury call her so-called husband a “motivational speaker”.
He pimped, cheated, and beat her.
But she said that he completed her.
Chuckling at the sight with who at the time I felt was Mr. Right.
Fully aware of the fact that is right now causing me to write.
His motivational speeches were to be awed.
To his every move and words I’d applaud.
Appreciative of the educational experiences and even the flawed.
To love someone who never reciprocated. To feel that it was forever when he’d already had it dated.
How to suck the life out of me and walk away to freedom he must’ve continuously contemplated.
Just wanted as much as he wishes he accumulated.
What was made could set a person for life.
But I wanted to be his wife.
Still he sold left and right.
I knew it wasn’t right.
But I wanted him all day and all night.
When times sparked an epiphany he knew just what to say and do to me.
Good or bad his motivation would get through to me.
Sometimes I’d be so happy. Most of the time I’d find blood shedding from me.
This from what consumed me completely.
For almost 4yrs I continued to grow weaker.
Everyday just seemed to grow bleaker.
For way too long, I couldn’t resist this motivational speaker.
The Speaker
The speaker spoke and in words of choice
Spoke with a very commanding voice.
And as he warmed to his chosen theme
With greatest gusto outlined his scheme.
And as he continued passionately,
The audience nodding dreamily.
And when his speech in volume rose
His listeners fell into soft repose
Until, feeling the need to shout,
Found his audience had quite passed out.
Barry Stebbings
13/4/ 2016
Internal Speaker
The word comes on your internal speaker,
the word won't leave you alone,
hammer and tong of a poet long gone,
determined to have his word known,
distortion abortion of mindset,
the ripples vibrate on their own :}
get up put it in the computer
other side poem, is now shown,
Don
Of the House? Really????
Paul Ryan? Speaker of the House?
he's just John Boehner 3
Did McCarthy, really get scared off?
smells fishy, can't you see?
Something really doesn't jibe
we all know that it's true
May as well forget the wall
illegals welcomed through
Amnesty, he'll push for it
been on his mind for years
He's looking way far up the road
towards "nomination" cheers
Another "yes man" budget fudge
he'll twist and turn like Boehner
"Snow" LIVs with big forked tongue
bright Americans are much saner
We head towards doom, can't let this go
he'll be a RHINO leader
Subversive till we all are one
then lead us to the feeder......
Pete Yuhas
A voice in a room squashed the silence
Efforts of action were darkened by menace
She rejected the urge of a soul leaving
Body presence was all she seeking
It can’t be denied left-ing out is cool
Minding nothing won’t ignite the fuel
Purposeless race to make disgraceful noise
Breaks the strive to stand in a hopeless toes
Life’s worth doesn’t match the pursuit of success
Her utterance threaten life quest of wisdoms
Meeting at a point relieves the speakers fear
Leaving audience ideas wiped as a tear.
My Inside Truth given a living soul of feelings in the inside body in my inside mind in side my spirit soul my body framed the pictures and receipts with words. Speaking the my truth if no one else says so and in my truth all that is written is only my truth for me to study in a book! In the space of time always energy flowing from coast waters rivers flow back to the coast where energy of the soul be at that time a force in love in pleasure a force evermore the kind you get from the Lord heavens what is gifted is given.And the soul breeze the taste of the seasons kisses melting with loving value and force and excitement force galore more and more The aroma of season changes becomes new breeze the energy of life again and again and again the soul till it is felt feel sensations vibrationational energy singing your own song long feelings of the soul all thought and actions are pure and it will come back sometimes ten-fold blessing. One day will write about the difference of soul spirit and flesh! Thank you for listening for to listen to one self is sometimes hard! Thanks! The breeze is waiting for leadership!
Saying to them, I know that you wish to sell unto myself
Your chrysalis cures modern day vaccines maypole moments
Amid white diamonds and mascara, visions ? But, I really hate sin so
Pawn it to one another is what I thought in recycled to speak yet
Let the weeds be and write it in a bill to push unto these networks ? Tossing
My cigarette upon the ground left downing a beer as I smiled then added....
Thanks for the promotion; while I pulled up my sleeve and mainlined their
malaria.
Do I stay
Do I go
Where will my words flow
From my heart like a river
But I forget not to drowned
holding my breath
Wishing for solid ground
Passion and improv
Are they the key to the soul
Ever speaking its emotions
but where did the listeners go
A silent theater
They watch as a crowd
Never noticing how the set breaks down
A painted body
The soul wears a mask
With enough wear and tear
It will shatter like glass
Do I go
Do I stay
To whome do I pray
For answers
Retribution
An end to all grief
The questions are almost enough
To cause my soul to speak
Note: I felt like writing. I just woke up. I didn't consider anything I just rolled with it. And this is what I got l. Hope you enjoy it and that you each interpret it as you like. I think this what this one is here for. Interpretation. To touch everyone differently.
Speaker, speaker I'm listening...
You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU! by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way
Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda
…---...SOS …---...
This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling,
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!
Speaker, speaker I’m listening...
First and fourth amendment, 1864
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony
A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration
Speaker, speaker, I’m listening…
Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?
You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”