Long Public speaking Poems
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Dear Jonathan you seem more refined than most
Were you appointed spokesperson to fill a post
I'm the Canadian equivalent
I'm really quite magnifient
When it comes to public speaking I can't help but boast
Well don't be shy you should blow your own trumpet
Need to show these guys we ain't just some puppets
Got savy galore
Taking over the floor
To the applause of many causing smiles by the bucket
Now don't get me wrong John, I'm straight as an arrow
It's my humble attempt to prove I'm really not shallow
My breath is strong
As I lead them in song
And they keep throwing me money by the barrel
So John, this is not one of those “Dear John” letters
Trust me, this little limerick is a whole lot better
To acknowledge your talents
Won't call you a savant
Though on Poetry Soup you're image is unfettered
Enough is enough, mustn't cause too much laughter
For fear you might think it's your body I'm after
On my mama's grave
It's only friendship I crave
Okay I admit writing this while a bit plastered
© Jack Ellison 2015
The acting lark
Since I was not going to be a George Ramsay of cooking
I decided to become an actor, paid my money and went
to the relevant studio, which situated in an old building
in Liverpool.
Up a rickety floor that had a lift conductor for a reason
that escaped me since he stood the and I had to press
the button for the third floor.
The hallway into the centre of learning was lined with
former actors I didn´t know.
The lessons began.
My teacher was a beautiful woman with a magnificent voice
she taught me to speak clearer, louder and confidently.
When the theatre in Chester needed an actor in minor, I applied
but was turned down.
I didn´t mind as I had lost interest in this artform pretending
to be someone else.
My next step was to learn public speaking, this I failed since
there were more than five people in the room, and I fainted.
'Twas high noon on Mount Horeb as Moses munched his gefilte lox.
He was lolling about taking a restful break from tending Jethro's flocks,
When he was startled out of his wits as a nearby bush burst in flames!
Now alert, he exclaimed, "What th...! Someone here is playing games!"
He was bewildered to note that the shrub wasn't being consumed by fire!
When he heard a voice calling, "Hey, you there!" he really began to perspire!
It turned out that I AM was calling him from the midst of that conflagration!
"You're on holy ground! Remove your Guccis! I'll brook no desecration!"
Moses meekly inquired, "Is it I, Lord, that you wish to confer with?"
"Yea! I've a proposition to discuss and you'll heed My words forthwith!
You, my boy, are hereby volunteered to lead My people to the Promised Land!
I've seen their misery and I need you to free them from the Pharaoh's hand!"
"But Lord, you know that I murdered a feller there and am a wanted man!
Besides, I ain't good at public speaking. Please find someone else if You can!"
"Fiddle Faddle! This magical staff will sort out your problems along the way!
I'll hear no more sass! Now hop on your ass! I'll brook no further delay!"
"A cloud by day and fire by night will guide you and I'll provide manna, sonny!
I'm confident that you can lead this motley host to the land of milk and honey!"
Their many trials and tribulations nearly drove beleaguered Moses to tears,
As the malcontented Israelites wandered about in the desert for forty years!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I spoke into the microphone, as tears interrupted my speech
The dread of public speaking, overcame me, like hearing a screech
Then I sort of rambled on, probably too fast for others to understand
In the background, the lake waves rolled in and lapped the land
The waves were easier to listen to, than my own words in the air
All the people in front of me standing in time, looking at me here
It is nice to be heard with significant things, but this is not my way
I’d rather have a pen in hand to be writing all that I have to say
Although, even with a speech with words stumbling and a few tears
It is to be remembered and was not nearly as bad as I feared
For all went well, as the weather delivered a perfect sunny day
Blue skies, slight breeze, lake filled with fun, all clouds drifting away
A cleansing, a commitment, verified in a speech to last forever more
As the smiles spread across faces and the lake waves lapped the shore
Heidi Sands
7/30/17
Come out come out! Where ever you are!
Those of you hiding in the crowd know
who you are.
Come out come out! wherever you are!
those of you scared to speak out loud
in front of a crowd know who you are!
Those of you suffering from stage fright.
Know who you are.
Just the thought of everybody looking at you.
The fear of public speaking has you terrified.
You’re like a deer in a room full of mountain lions.
Some of you say you’re not scared.
You just don’t feel like coming up on stage
Or stand up and speak in the middle
of a classroom. But we know better.
If you had a choice between stepping up to the mic
or kissing the ugliest person on the planet.
We know some of you would pucker up…
When it comes to public speaking, some of you would prefer
to be in the coffin then to give the eulogy at the funeral.
Some of you are scared that
You’re going to embarrass yourself
or that something is going to go wrong,
or that you’ll look stupid.
Well never fear, people want to hear you do well.
They want to see you succeed,
when you speak your mind.
Well that day will come
when you are ready.
That’s when you’ll show
your quiet defiance and determination.
You will be ready to dance
like Nobody is watching.
Sing like no one is listening,
and speak like you’re standing
in an empty room.
If this sounds crazy, then you will learn
that most poets aren’t wrapped too tight.
And that our creative elevators
go up to the top floor.
Where we are in good company.
Because if you haven’t heard,
there are some people who are crazy,
and then there are some people
who are good and crazy.
So which one are you?
Sam Adams
Was born prematurely
Spent his first moments
In an incubator
Born with bad hearing
Bad vision
Bad teeth
And a speech impediment
And a learning disability
But he learned to cope
As he was a genius
Reading college level
In the second grade
When he was in high school
To overcome his fear
Of public speaking
He joined the debate team
His specialty was impromptu speaking
He found that he excelled
At making speeches on the fly
Overcoming his fears
Of public speaking along the way.
That is how Sam Adams
Learned to speak in public
Becoming a good speaker
In the end.
Based on a true story
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
(Blank Verse)
11/14/2017
Want a job that includes oodles of math?
No math, despise math. Math Phooey!
No public speaking, I'd rather not be noticed.
Or running for office, wanting lots of votes?
Monday through Fridays only please.
Or I'll work nights only so I can sleep late
Working only on Wednesdays is usually not an option.
Work alone?
Work with a partner?
Work as a team?
She'll be the boss, he'll woo the boss, we'll hide from the boss.
Make my own hours, please.
Or I'll work any schedule you say as long as I can have coffee.
I want a frantic, frenzied, busy day because it goes faster.
A slower pace for me, if you please. I want to nap if the truth be told.
Work with computers?
No computer work!
Minimal computer work
Figuring out your dream job is clearly a difficult assignment.
By George P. Lumayag
The unconscious speaks against facts,
But the conscious mind reasons out that ICT can guide him.
MS Word reminds him of his misspelled words,
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It reminds him of his choppy words,
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It also reminds him of his wrong structured phrases,
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Grammarly.com recommends him the suitable words,
Highlighted by a command prompt.
Turnitin reminds him the copied phrases or sentences,
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Youtube teaches the blind man to improve his English accent.
And it guides him to improve his speech in public speaking.
But such software or application could not remind him
On his unconscious impromptu speech.
Contest : Simple poetry
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Theme chosen; Memory
Written: 090326
It was a class about public speaking.
I stood at the podium and froze,
Completely FORGETTING what to say.
That's a MEMORY I wish I could FORGET.
I was not more than twelve years old when
A mean man viciously shot and killed my dog.
It's a MEMORY that I wish I could FORGET.
Loved ones and friends are gifts from God.
Some things were made for MEMORIES.
I will never FORGET such blessed gifts.
On the sports side of things, MEMORY is
A very pleasing commodity to have. When
I was 13, I scored 4 points in a basket ball
Game that turned our team around. We
Then won that game. A game that I will
Never FORGET.
Surely the ability to recall is a gift from God.
'FORGETTING' is sometimes a blessing also.
Even God made a promise of FORGETTING.
He promised to forgive and FORGET our sins.
This, without a doubt, I will never FORGET.