I got six endearments in life as far as I could recall
From my pre-school to a working staff of a school
My uncles and aunts called me Darling in Kinder
An apple of their eyes especially to my father
My father gave me a small gold ring engraved, Darling
I won family’s attention by declamation, dancing or singing
When I was in grade school I was very sickly
Despite frailness and vulnerability, I was still happy
For speed recoveries my mom called me, Sunshine
For I was born at sunrise, then finally I felt fine
In high school, I was slim but still looking cute
Some cousins called me Thumbelina - still soothe
Cousin-boys carried all my stuffs while holding my hand
“Let’s go Thumbel!”-caring gestures made me feel grand
When I’ve grown older and found someone
He called me, Sweetheart or Love -- so sweet and fun
I turned into a busy beaver losing time with my love
He surprised me with “Muffin”, so I quitted the job
April 24, 2022 8.36am
Categories:
declamation, care, cute love,
Form: Rhyme
LET 'ERR RIP
On journey of life ,
how to make way through thorny fences
of conspired meanness,
when mild protest of whining goes in vain.
Even violent declamation brings no solution.
If relation gets coiled
confronting lies or mischievous activities
No use to surmise,
or to adjust, or to compromise.
Malice is carcinogenic,
quickly spreads developing malignancy.
Not to be cured clinically
but demands surgery for removal.
Tear off filthy sneaky dirty membrane
of brazen betrayal.
Neither to grip nor to skip.
Be brief.
Let 'err rip.
07/05/21
Sixth Place
'Let 'Err Rip'. Contest by John Lawless
' A Brian Strand July 18'
Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
declamation, betrayal, emotions, how i
Form: Free verse
Delivering my piece with all stage props, smouldering cigarette hurt my mouth.
(Prohibited Drug Prevention Day Declamation Contest in High School)
Categories:
declamation, funny,
Form: Monoku
The plane approaching Rio sights
The God-man on the mountain
in the sunlight-- that cold tremor
just between the shoulders strikes;
we see the arms borne up by love
and reaching to the traveler,
the city, and the earth.
Then from below, the pilgrims mount
the heights to see the features
of the Cristo...first, the railway,
then the stairs climb higher
in the quest--
anticipation, breath and blood
now pounding in their hearts--
there comes the turning at the parapet
to watch the mists brush by his face,
gauze curtains breaking to reveal
that intermittent, scowling
countenance of stone,
once emerging in austerity
beneath the mallet, now
beyond the shadow of Elijah's peak
is seen again, and lost,
else one would need to look away--
before this stern, and re- transfigured God.
The city plays beneath his watch.
just as the drama of
an immanent, transcendent deity
erupts in silent declamation, then to part
in a reprise of his ascension
in the cloud.
~
Categories:
declamation, tribute,
Form: Free verse