Long Recitation Poems
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uplift
my heart
dispel
distress
cast off
despair
begone
music tingle
my spine
emotions
realign
half dreaming
...dulcet
slow
gently awake
'twixt night
& reality
still
in no man's
land
now engaged
open
ascending
higher&
higher
presto
spinning
round&
around
escalate
&wait
a repeat
unfolds
phrase
by
phrase
skates
then
slides
stirring
into
action
continuous
exhilaration
echos
on repeat
from
edifices
of sound
strings
that sing
harmonized
into one
played
breathtakingly
fast
dispel
my disquieting
thoughts
BONHOEFFER
intense the man
who asks of God
“who am I?”
it echoes down the hall
through his lifetime
searching, pondering
he’s asked, “do you know God,”
the answer comes,
“i’m getting to know Him.”
i read the chain of words
they bind together
like d.n.a.
it’s not like taking a test.
God does not work
the same as man…
his chapel behind bars.
his hands press against the stone wall
on the other side a flood of fears.
a young man hears the recitation
of a poem —
from war it brings peace
as he stands against another wall
waiting to be shot.
again the echo, “who am i, Lord?”
as he tells lies to avoid the truth,
exchanging beauty for ashes
desiring to see colors,
hear birds sing.
he had a chance to escape
run off with his fiance
but his conscience before God
serves his fellow man
tears for his beloved
he’d like to kiss them away
and he tells her, “you fell in love
with the man i’ve become in here”
war is hell and peace is glued between pages
of a person’s mind,
first given to trembling
then to God.
hope comes after one closes their eyes
and some are cleared after many years.
11/26/2018
a discourse
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
I found John today.
John died yesterday.
I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.
Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by a noisy airfield
a pre-writ obit finds me -
The news can still be news.
My future in writing has
been torn and reborn,
today. By George, by John!
A minced oath
of mint stuff.
John left in order to
be found and I surround
myself with his words -
Speaking aloud a baleful
cento of his wordings.
A funerary recitation
lofted into the bitter air
as I read to myself and
some phrases go
burbledy out -
smoke in the pines.
What else, who else
might next die that I
will find it?
Prayer is a light
To hearts it is quiet
Hidden inside joys varied
The most sincere servitude
To chests gives cure
To rest for a soul
A drink as a holy water
A seperation between evil and good
Salat is soul's meal
Faithful's meeting with Allah
Holy Throne's cipher
Sky's gates password is salat
With that servant raises to holy God
Prayers reach to house of Lord
Angels get down from welkin when Quran readed
Universe gets silent and listens with all heart
Now let you pray, you too five times a day
Without compulsion and laziness do it by pride
At the judgement day your scales full of good deed
At the recitation and prostration unite with the Almighty God (Allah)
a Gaudier Brezeka tribute
momentary
fits of enthusiasm
great in promise
visible on the horizon
sanguine features
objects of stimulation
in a fine beautiful spirit
gentleness
with humour
in delicate movements
statues
sketches& a few
page on art
en passant
such shafts of light
faculty of sythesis
with a
faculty of comprehension
sculptured energy
life in the absolute
such intensity
of existence
in a petrified
semblance
such opulent maturity
yet
a fragmented
potential
into
a stasis
of defiance
free of influence
a sense of stone
in stylised shapes
in opulent curves
as assembled digest
unyielding in scope
a consumable scope
for restless inquisitions
now vaguely forgotten
shortened
by the strain of war
but
with
accomplished
ease
in a vortex forseen
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
POLLOCK
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
textures
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
rich & strange
in a mist
without precedent
flung
splattered
a random
spontaneity
of liquid flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
in rivers
of rain
off chance
inside to out
of the
unconscious
mind
Life charges up and down hills so fast
One day you are biting your cousin
And they are laughing because you are two.
But not your cousin of course.
In a blink of a wild flower,
you are clunking around in Mommy’s heels.
Thinking you are “all that”
because tomorrow you start kindergarten.
Before you kick off the second horrible shoe
You are learning to ride a bike without extra wheels.
Around and around in circles I go,
and then poof!
It is summer camp, church camp.
Lots of girls are taking Bible recitation seriously.
My friend and I are talking about music and hot guys.
We have started to blossom, and we are amazed.
It is prom today, and I am irritated my date is drinking too much.
I decide to drive myself home and let him walk.
I get his car keys by lying,
But probably save the fool’s life when I do.
Marriage was short-lived, to someone else, not to that guy.
I am fifty now with a child who does not speak to me.
Glad I have my childhood friends.
They are lonely now, abandoned by their husbands.
We form a little group, and marvel that we were eleven yesterday.
Poof! Guess what?
We are now seventy.
Does anyone else know that we are twelve-year-olds on the inside?
Still blossoming and still amazing?
My never ending
search for whatever
this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"
trumping controversial clout,
which subject came in route
tummy mind questioned NOT
explicitly broadcasting best related
most definitely not
apropos to flout
the sensitivity and personal
privacy respectfully tendered
obeyed, and invoked, not to tout
yet an impression can nonetheless
this versatile scout
felt motivated be shared with you
a general over view
the therapist averred thru
the title of this poem, she who
doth "actively listen" pertaining,
asper emotional issues that stew
within the psyche, thus
appreciation as I gentile lee
talked non Jew
bull leant lee of foregone
opportunities till rue
men hating lost chunks of
mine formative years
witnessed self deprivation
(usurped, sponged, and bobbed
entire memory queue)
of ordinary healthy
development of body,
mind, and soul casting
more'n fifty shades
of a grayish hue
my psychological landscape,
where at puberty -
anorexia nervosa (minus bulimia
squarely took root grew)
wing essential nadir existence,
thy emaciated condition drew,
sans Matthew Scott Harris
who recognizes aversion
to grow into manhood blew
away so many necessary figurative
stepping stones permanent
stilted impact didst accrue,
and merely hearing my recitation
of plaintive glue
me emotional reverberations,
now overlain by many
a displeasing faux pas,
and metaphorical boo boo
actions as a father
affecting mindscape
of near grown daughters the "ear"
of assigned therapist
appreciation doth issue.