Best Transcript Poems
There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.
Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your warm smile,
saw suppressed symphonies resonate
with each beat of my heart.
Not all poetry is for everyone's eyes,
so we read each other in silence.
Unwritten ink dyed our skin,
as the pen lost control,
carving our names within
timeless beloved ballads.
Two souls scribbling secret sonnets,
easing restless chambers of our minds.
Naturally beautiful like nature,
our evergreen love blossomed.
As we wandered within utopia's oasis,
our feet kissed sun blessed paths,
leading to passionate pastures.
There is no transcript,
to our epic love story,
it will forever remain an
unpublished manuscript.
Simple Musing
Silent One
11 September 2018
Categories:
transcript, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Hey guys you thought it was fun to joy ride
Steal a car and go wild
Racing through the streets
Faster and faster
You were heading for disaster
Your passenger can be heard shouting on his mobile to another friend
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
But the driver laughs
The police are chasing
Blue lights flashing
He doesn’t want to get caught .... and end up in court
The speed increases
Ninety miles an hour
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
You can hear the panic rising in his voice
But he’s strapped in the passenger seat
What started as fun is a living nightmare
Left turn, right turn
Weaving and dodging the cars on the street
Then they reach the point of no return
CRASHHHHHHHHHHHH
Sadly this is loosely based on an audio transcript from the video recorded on the passengers phone and was the last recording of their voices so I’ve written it as if it were a final phone call - the footage was released by the parents to act as a warning to other youngsters
Contest Last Call
Sponsor Casarah Nance
10~15~15
Categories:
transcript, car, deep, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.
But the media still run cover for her.
Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the civil rights movement. Only problem is that she stole it from an interview that Martin Luther King gave in 1965.
But the media still run cover for her.
She hasn’t done a press conference in 87 days since she became the nominee because her handlers are terrified of her word salads. Like Joe, she can only speak from a prepared script.
But the media still run cover for her.
The media don’t fact check her because she’s one of them - a gigglin’ woke Trump deranged puppet of the radical left.
That’s why media run cover for her.
60 Minutes got caught editing her answers to make her seem intelligible to voters and are refusing to release the transcript of the interview. That’s election interference.
And so the media will do everything they can to get her elected.
You really think Putin and Xi and all the other dictators and despots of this world are scared of Kamala? You think Iran and Hezbollah and Hamas are shaking in their boots at the prospect of a Kamala presidency?
It’s Trump they fear!
You’ve been gaslit for long enough…vote wisely and vote often (just kidding, we don’t want a repeat of 2020).
Categories:
transcript, america, political, truth,
Form:
Political Verse
All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the first time - I didn’t have any fear!
Three lovely ladies
We were standing behind our microphones
Reciting our poems .. to an audience of ONE
Rows and rows of empty seats – tonight they would soon fill
Would nerves finally hit me, would I start to feel ill …
We had a few hours to kill before the show would start
Hubby and I went for a meal before I played my part
I dressed in my lovely frock – our act would all wear black and white
The theatre was a sell out, much to our delight
The performance kicked off at eight o’clock
Our slot was in the second half so we sat and watched the show
Joined in with the audience from spare seats on the back row
Time passed by so quickly once the show had begun
We rolled about with laughter the acts were such great fun
The interval came and we had to go
Soon the time would come for us to perform
It was freezing cold backstage I wore my cardigan to keep warm!
Our names were announced and we walked onto the stage
Lights shone down on the three of us
But the audience was a sea of faces in the dark
I was first to recite my poem
‘Seven men you definitely wouldn’t want to date’
Not a sign of stage fright at all
Di recited ‘The Fine’ and Irene ‘1958’
Then it was back to me with ‘Just Desserts’
It was the very first funny poem I’d written
Di’s ‘Night Nuisance’ and Irene’s ‘A Transcript’ poems followed
With poetry we are all smitten
With massive smiles on our faces we walked off the stage
Came back later to take a bow
The audience applause was rapturous – I can still hear it in my head now!
Last night I performed on stage at a charity event in front of 600 people … it was my first time on a ‘proper’ stage at the Victorian Gaiety Theatre and was the most incredible night of my life! The night raised awareness of Parkinson's Disease and Alzheimer's and raised over £6000 ($7410) from ticket sale alone - there were bucket collections too.
11~19~16
Categories:
transcript, confidence, me, poetry,
Form:
Verse
News of our examination results cheered us
Long wait we accommodated
Anticipation tinged with fuss
As anxiety our minds intimidated
Speculated
Doubting the truth
Anxiety accumulated
Sometimes sliding us South
Beside a destination to dreamland
Expecting the best
Assuming a TCZ brand
For a while could rest
Till to our disbelief
News filtered catching us unawares
Scratching on our heads the consternation kerchief
Whose fares, flares and glares
Became insignificant because with joy our hearts leapt
As reality pricked the doubt
That crept and swept
Bulk of the clout
Hitherto intact
Briefly shaken
To impact
Brethren without a reason crestfallen
Until facts filtered and altered
Scenarios where doubt dwelt
When facts our self esteem flattered
As collection of result transcript became reality well spelt.
Categories:
transcript, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Opus Mysticus
Let us enter... and be silent.
My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs.
Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets
and saliva creased pillow cases.
Inundations and vivid remembrances
of days dead and hours traumatized.
You and the skinny one behind the wheel.
Whistling depressing dirges in D minor.
Your vituperative Mein Kampf of the ages!
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Young children bathing in the quagmire of Eden.
Bellerophone on Pegasus riding through Hell's Kitchen
in the upper east side.
My problems are but pinned butterflies
quasi-embalmed in glass cases
seeking in futile
the sweet revenge of past indignations.
Where are they now?
The artists of Transcript Necco?
Of Zoot Horn Rollo?
They're down on the dark city streets
off in dark scummy alleys
jamming till the lights go out.
Elucidations.
Proclivities.
Paragons.
Intense disaffections.
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Categories:
transcript, dark, dark, dark,
Form:
Blank verse
Thoughts travel tenaciously through tunnels
Taking torpedoing trains to transcend time
Tempting tongues to talk to tittle tale
Twisting the truths in tones that tire
Telling trifling tit-bits that titillate
Transgressing tolerance that threatens
the tranquility that tension transports
Transforming trust transposing trepidation
These thoughts translate to treachery
Trespassing temperance taxing temerity
Terminate these turbulent trivial tributes
these trademarks they traffic tragedy
Teach themes that target the truth
Tutor those to try train them to tolerate
Treatise the triumphs that transpire
Transcript the treatment therapeutically
Categories:
transcript, life, trust, truth,
Form:
Alliteration
118
118
CharlaXFabels
AprilFooley
Is tomorrow the end of March or the beginning of April April one or March 32 the
way to approach the online scenario is to make it seem to be true. Associated
Press AP: The Government in a brief memo enacted a new presidential law
bringing the March 32 a new day into the light of day. The President of the United
States declared leap year over null and voided. Here is the words of the transcript
from the Whitehouse: This is President Bush talking "Eye am certain all we ever
had to do was add a day on the end of a month when we need to in the year they
used to all call leap year year. March now has the end of the month the April
starts after the March 32 has come." End of quotation. The Democrats in Georgia
have declared WAR upon the United States "we believe it to be wrong to take
away leap year is bad enough but to add a day to MARCH is madness." The
press corp at the Whitehouse is for once speechless. The day of the end of
March will be celebrated all over the nation with the observnace of the Marching
Bands of America. Send money via PayPal to Box 666 Mountain Verne
Washingtonia, D.C. For the hearing impaired we have prepared a phonetic
version of this message. March 32. Mahrrch Thirtee Twuu. In DRY counties of
Arkansas this day will fall on April 1, 2008. The subdivisions housing in the
Indian Reservations in Oklahoma will be left out. No one in Central Asia may
observe it. Lets go LIVE to the White house to ask a question of Mrs. Bush. What
will you do Barbara? The First Lady is unavaliable for comment. This is highly
unusual. We remain speechless. The new day falls on a Tuesday this year and
April 1, 2008 is on this Wednesday. All of you are April fools.
Categories:
transcript, funny, holiday, parody, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
“Hoc est quod Isidorus”, she said,
As I ate Swiss cheese
Wrapped in a starch fold,
While blatantly returning a nod.
Never grace my table
With your impurity.
Is it finished?
Indeed!
Something supercilious waxes the eye,
and you beaming go.
I stay for the gladiator match.
But all around I see hordes.
She said there was a transcript in the mail.
But I laid down my life,
And the desert sands
Covered me like a stinging blanket.
Ode to the lost oblivion,
Sung well on a star-stretched night,
Hovering over my soul like a luna moth.
Isidore, never cover my pity.
(Isidore: “The last scholar of the ancient world”.)
Categories:
transcript, history,
Form:
Free verse
fetishized lament
echoed
from colourfully besmeared winding sheet
devouring luminosity
become my pivotal infringement
vigorous luminosity
somethin' s wrong with her transcript
-they said, and put me behind iron pipes
my name dawned divested
and encapsulated in frame
of long time inhumed language
thus
soul
elastane woven
bends
every time words clash at those
indifferent barricades
this circle of life is fuc***
it cringes in parts it shouldn't
Danaans gift tried to conceal scenery
of birth given screenplay
they failed to excrement that light
clash became my attribution
yet they didn't let me to keep
any of that ordeal dust
they left me empty-handed
but emptiness brings happiness when filled
outage is divergent level of melancholy
undertone of this vanity named it pain
I call it a way of life
you got a thousand and one battle
war is mine
Categories:
transcript, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
ONE LINE
I’m remembering a class I taught at
Bohank Business School,
Poetry 101 –
The grading papers chore,
The mental anguish,
God. what a bore!
It seems that President Swink fancied himself
gifted
In the writing of verse
And as I’d been published –
Had a name of sorts, you see -
He’d upgrade Bohanks image -
Poetry 101 fell to me
This journeyman’s folly
Was considered a snap,
A way to fill out the transcript
Least amount of pain.
Nebulous text,
No mental strain
Imagine the skill of my students,
Among them not a three-point
Most were, like, car wash wash-outs or
“Welcome to Walmart, sir “
“Like fries with that?”
Minds a desperate blur
“Write an original poem”
I had instructed after weeks of
Stuffing the 30 with Longfellow, Auden
“Make it short,
No clichés, hates or
X-rated dates”
There was this one stud – Alex Smart –
I real wise guy was he,
Ass should have been an added last name
He would yawn
Ask dumb questions yawn
When I’d illuminate
He’d yawn add on
I’d graded 30, near given up for the night
Next in stack was Smart’s poem,
A ballad “Love’s Delight”
The first two stanzas were ho hum
I thought of his yawn angered
Night’s drudgery definitely done!
Then one line with…a…a just-fit word
Hit my mind like a soft beam of light
And I sought to recapture the title
Yes! “Love’s Delight”
Smart’s poem a delight
Just one line had made my night
Categories:
transcript, teacher,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender
plays with the gun.
Manhood was at stake
I will meet you in a cauldron.
I was arrested in the house, was
moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words
seek the letters in right order. Puns
revert to mud-slinging. The heart spills
red wine.
No more beats.
What next after albinism? Dark was beautiful.
Waiting for the light, which never came.
A devout survivor brings hope. I will
discover my god in particle.
subatomic, expanding.
I want to walk in mist and snow
over the bridge, on the bald clouds.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
transcript, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
(fact)
The one thing I miss I wish I knew we're they were
I made a big mistake for those were my treasures indeed.
It's hard not having the things that you try to past down
To your young, so they can understand certain things
But That they rather see.
I did not realize the mistake I made when I placed
All my highschool memories items and others in storage.
I miss all the writing I did for the magazine I wrote for.
I miss my first story I published for YM magazine I had my own copy.
I miss my yearbook for I couldn't even get a another copy but
Only have my transcript as proof.
I did not know things was gonna turn out the way it did to
cause me to lose my things in storage on purpose.
I wish they still there for I have no clue cause of lost contact.
I do not know why so suddenly I started dealing with
Thieves starting to use that as a advantage for robbery.
For I windup losing my son childhood things in storage
and that was done on purpose by some that works in the
System not by my doing.
They always say if you trying to be a good Samaritan to
Someone else it as to come from your donation not from
Something you stole or scam from someone one else
For that only makes you a thief not a hero not a good Samaritan at all.
So I don't know why or how that started become in to play
So suddenly but all I know I want all those things back.
For The mistake I made from that past was my only one
Big mistake.
Categories:
transcript, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Kappa Kappa Putrid Pi
In fraternity
Kappa kappa putrid pi;
Transcript someone stole.
Story of Trump's life.
Jim Horn
Categories:
transcript, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
Taking a stroll, silently tip-toe
Talking to strangers, tangential existence
Strangled for talk, struggled to speak
Straight for the taking, tangible change
Take a short cut, time stands still
Transformed the scenery, terraformed set
Shouts from the tomb, post-existential speech
Scanning the transcript, searching for truth
Categories:
transcript, writing,
Form:
Free verse