Long Speech Poems
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You don’t have to put on your red light.
You don’t have to put on your red light.
You don’t have to put on your red light.
You don’t have to put on your red light.
Red light
Red light
Red light
My speech can’t be cut off.
It Does not come for free; it bears a cost.
I walked the beat around the block.
Stood toe to toe with the toothed clock.
I know where my bones grow.
In fields of poppies row upon row
I fought my battles and wore my scars.
Felt the earth rattle.
Hummed to stars
Close the lamp.
Your face is damp.
This is your awakening.
You’ve sacrificed your final chance.
I won’t wait for an empty heart.
That only tears love apart.
I won’t hold on to grief.
Like a talisman
Its only segregation
Dressed as protection
I won’t be preserved in stasis.
like a woman in plastic
only served when you crave.
comfort food like mom used to make.
I am not your nostalgic taste.
Of your past mistakes
Before they baked, in reflective light
Don’t touch me.
stripped of my mylar coating
My brain, stutters, spits, sprawls
I make my crow call.
You fed me relics.
That turned to rot
I grew orchards in the paved over parking lot.
With respect
I swing on the tire, hanging from the limbs of reincarnation.
I play games with dream sprites.
And I walk the fields of my labor.
I didn’t need someone to die for my sins.
I only absolved myself of the misery within
I cleansed my soul with my own toil.
Digging in soil for the roots of my grief
To pull the weeds from the dirt.
I rolled over in my grave, and I watched the planets align.
A smile came to my face.
And I found my place.
My grace, I sigh.
I walked the Manic streets at night
I turned on the red light
I was looking for a man dressed in valor
badges of honor decorate his broken chest
Rib cage cracked in two
By the worlds melancholic tune,
But still sings like an angel in a state of unrest
Roxanne cries as the red light dies,
Dissipates with the clouds of rain.
Droplets of lifeblood anointing pain
I was stuck in the back of a small car again,
Not enough air, raging heat, suffocating sun,
Thinking of physical exercise, freedom and poetry,
And of the French and their liberty run.
I spoke English sometimes with a speech problem,
But I always spoke French without,
So stars collided when a man on a motorbike,
Pulled up, and in French directed us with clout.
It was in Ibiza where we were holidaying,
Having persuaded mum and dad to go,
But being so confined in that car distressed me,
So I was relieved then, ‘cos French I did know.
When I journeyed out for walks on my own,
In my blue electric wheelchair so serving,
I had conversations with the locals in French,
And for me they were their smiles reserving.
Well, I read in the paper today that Senator Feinstein has again gone berserk!
With the plethora of problems we have, she wants to give chickens a perk!
Never mind that millions of souls are out of work and on food stamps rely!
She opts to pursue the plight of chickens ignoring the needs of we small "fry!"
Seems she deems chickens' cages far too small for them to flap their wings!
The Constitution provides for freedom of speech and religion among other things,
But danged if I was aware that chickens had any such Constitutional rights!
This is taking our precious freedoms to unexplored and dangerous heights!
Perhaps "Maam" Feinstein is wooing votes from chicken pressure groups,
Crying "foul" for the right to improve living conditions in their cozy coops!
Her legislation increases fowls' living area to 144 square inches of space!
She deems the way egg-laying hens now exist is an utter disgrace!
Let me hasten to say that for all of God's creatures I have great compassion,
But the nation is headed for Hades! Must the quandary of hens be our passion?
Her statute requires eggs to be labeled so we'll know how hens were raised.
And the size of henhouses must be increased! La-de-da and the Lord be praised!
Senator, may I suggest that you find something more productive to do,
Such as protecting our borders and providing for the hungry and homeless too!
I don't recall that chickens can vote! (Perhaps that is open for future debates!)
Yours is a "half-cracked" plan being dished out on our overly-saturated plates!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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whisper to me in dark places,
unshackling my mute form
revive the thousand voices,
I have sustained in a forever
unspoken and formless
so as to be forgotten,
it was in a night-scape,
the void of sound
negated speech
I break into flight,
with an oath choking
on my first cry
I drift on the hair of my nape,
as the weave of my cloth
spirals, for a moment
as gums bleed out
the rhythm in my shade, refrains
I ask of you,
caress me in a softness
of mourning,
whisper to me of dark places
for now,
I am a broken vow of silence
spoken in a thousand tongues
JEEZ LOUISE I DIN'T THINK I'D WIN, I HAVEN'T GOT A THING WRITTEN ON PAPE
OH WAIT, I THINK I HAVE A FEW SQUARES OF TOILET PAPER IN MY SOCKY-NICK
YUP ! HERE IT GOES LADIES AND GERMS.
'I WISH TO THANK ALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY POETRY SOUP FACULTY
FOR THEIR LOYAL READS AND BRAVO ,BRAVO, GIVE ME MORE, PLEADS...
I WISH TO THANK MY ORGANIST WHO PLAYED WHILE I PIPPED OUT IN PRIDE
MY VIOLINIST AS HE HELD MY LITTLE BOW IN PLACE AS I SANG POOR ME
MY DJ CARLOS CUZ HE ALWAYS KEPT ME HAPPY AS I SANG THE OLD SONG
I WISH TO THANK MY EYELASH TINTER, MY HAIRDRESSER AND MY COVEN OF
WITCHES. WITHOUT THEIR BROOMSTICK POWER I'D BE STILL IN A COWER
JEEZE PELEASE NO CLAPS TODAY, IT MAY WRINKLE MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR.
OH AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST I'D LIKE TO THANK ARTHUR VASO FOR STARTING THIS FIASCO. HE IS THE MAN, FOR THE HUUPA HOORA TOORA TOORA LI SONG WE ARE POETS WE ARE STRONG.
I SHOULD KNOW CUZ WHEN IT COMES TO HUMOR, MY MY HE IS "KING" OK
NOW, ONTO REAL POETRY !!!
FROM YOUR BELOVED PIXIE
XOXO
I don't have a big speech a fundraiser or a super pac
I don't have a clean record my parents did not have power i didn't fall through the cracks
My mind was noticed factioned all that you know test with no right answer required at that
I wont go into conspiracy because its a trap not because it don't excist they just bled them all together, so you look like a quack.
first thing to do to set things right is term limits and ways to impeach senators because they govern themselves that's not right on top of that laws they pass apply to them as well, they dont get drug tested its a violation of their rights
Next comes the courts the top one at that because lifetime appointments make justice for profit and they destroyed the peoples voice with their ruling in favor of corporate power sold us out for all future corporate power. because money is free speech so people don't matter.
ho would I do that without causing a conflict between powers rotating seats and citizen oversight for rulings that affect people at home or on the street
After that revisit some judgements that never should have been made take away legacy that do not deserve to stay
show Americans we are back on their side because we are them not government you know that's how it was designed.
next comes police they should all be elected and put in the town they grew up in and vested in protecting
nonlethal weapons should be their first objective no more killing pets that's not respected
There is always only one truth the people should have no room to argue
and if representatives represent then what room is there for party agenda
so I would give the people the tool to govern themselves, but they would have to take the time to sit down and see what's going on and if they want to chime in on how to proceed
for the people by the people not for the wealthy should we die over seas
I have seen this in my head since before I understood the vision in me
I could never get there so I just thought I would share the first few steps for you to see.
I no it wont change anything from here but I tried and that counts for something
een if it just feeds my dying American pride
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Saying that the intent of the project was novel ;but the actaul programing was both morally and ethically wrong"
The Professor developed a mist that would cause ducks to run in circles and a fox chased it's tail until it became exhausted. He mentioned Superman and sought a sythetic kryptonite, it's beleived to be the loot missing since 2006. A fish mercahnt selling catfish at a market found the loot while delivering catfish to a custumer. "The Mardi Gras Christmas Show. Ordered the fish, when the guy went to deliver the fish, no one was home, but the door was open and a glowing rock was on the floor at the door. He picked up the stone and went on his way. They sent a prototype robot to retreive the stone and that's when all the Superhero showed up.
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In the beginning there was Chaos. God spoke, and there was Symphony. -- by Poet
There was darkness all around,
And all were but muffled sound,
As the notes from a bassoon--
Low and melancholy tune.
And God’s spirit hovered o’er
The waters that had no shore.
Then God spoke and there was light
That divided Day and Night,
After which He formed the sky
While below, Land and Sea lie;
Lightning flashed and thunders roared
For God had struck the first chord.
Plants came sprouting from the ground,
And God caused them to abound;
Their shiv’ring leaves bowed and swayed
In forest, hill, plain, and glade.
Soft breeze hummed and whistled, too,
As it blew the green leaves through.
Next, He placed Sun, Moon, and Stars
In their designated bars,
So that their rhythm harmonized
And their movements equalized,
That all seasons, days, and years
Aid the Music of the Spheres
And none spawned cacophony,
All gave rise to symphony.
God then spoke and in the seas
Sprang creatures that swim with ease:
Fishes darted to and fro,
Sometimes high and sometimes low.
While in the air birds that fly
Sang melodies, low and high--
Their varied tones all comprised
A symphony well-devised.
On land, beasts gave diff’rent cries
That went up the azure skies;
Their moos, brays, barks, growls, and neighs
Seemed to form a song of praise.
Thus, these creatures great and small
In the vast orchestral hall
Did their role, whate’er that be,
In this Life’s one symphony.
Then God made Man and Woman
To make perfect His grand plan.
He gave them the gift of speech
That His goodness they might preach,
And voices that they could sing
The beauty of everything.
So to complete the score He
Bound them in matrimony.
They were to play the best part
In what God framed at the start
That their symphony of love
Should be as pure as a dove.
April 8, 2023
Each line with 7 syllables based on howmanysyllables.com
Writing Challenge - ‘S’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.
I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one year!
(Poor Momma's back!)
I saw the angel-face boy
of four who spoke only
gibberish-- the doctors
told my parents "Sorry,
but he's an imbecile,
best send him far away."
Lucky for me, Mom And Dad
got a second opinion, and
six years of speech lessons
till I spoke like a happy
little English lord....
Then I saw the teenager--tall,
gaunt of cheek, dismissive of
lesser intellects. I grimaced,
and he sneered: I did not like
him, nor did he like me
(though we both lamented
his forlorn virginity)
Behind him stood a 20 something.
I had filled out by then, handsome,
confident with women, tossing them
aside like used hankies, not knowing
how vast was my emptiness-- not
even knowing I was a blind man
until...I crashed into that fog-
shrouded iceberg called Death.
And Death took me to that terrible
place where my soul burned briefly,
and then, without explaining,
returned me to life.
My soul, which one day I had
not believed in, and the next
I knew to be absolute, had been
seared but my eyes finally opened
and I began to see beyond
this world of pleasure and pain,
hunger and feast, war and peace.
Then I met my married self, and
shared with him the happiest day
of our life, when she said yes
to a man still lacking but at
least now trying. Decades later,
he is still inching closer to God.
God glorifying words so in lack
such desires seem not at heart
this is abhorrence to God's law
which commands perfection not a part
The one who commands such things
is perfect in character and holiness
absolutely without flaw or blemish
for He offers redemptive blessedness
So be sure to speak wholesomeness
such communication that's truly pure
words that hold you up respectfully
knowing this God forever will endure
Edifying speech is its result
for it will produce edifying grace
to edify all hear such words
then God and truth do embrace
Ephesians 4:29 (KJV)
( 29. Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.)