OSCAR? NOT FOR THIS SPEECH
An Award such as this
Brings such joy to me.
Cannot believe I am standing here,
During an Oscar ceremony.
Every year I watch in awe
From my home in Hollywood,
Green with envy of those who have won,
Hoping that one year I shall come good.
I wrote a speech many years ago,
Just in case I should win one year.
Knowing exactly what I would say;
Listing the people who got me here.
Mother and father for having me.
Not forgetting that teacher at school
Or the am-dram theatre director
Prepared to let me play the fool.
Quietly modest or let it all out?
Ready to bask in the spotlight’s glow?
Surely this won’t happen again.
Tissues ready, let the tears flow.
Up here at last, I am lost for words.
Very unlike me I hear you say.
Wish I could find that speech I once wrote.
X marks the spot where they told me to stay.
Yet here, on that spot, the audience waiting,
Zero’s the mark I shall get for orating.
27th February 2023
A Forms and Words Challenge poetry contest
Sponsor - Sotto Poet
Can I declare a duty poetic,
orating of a love alphabetic?
No honorable intentions,
free-venting my notions…
Escapes in a mere write,
reshaping joys, or spite…
Echoing wordy sashays,
nuances, and mind play…
Calculating mythomania,
elevates to an egomania!
Cast the grandiose delusions aside
Artistry is where pretensions abide…
Like words full of farce,
levitate beautiful scars!
(10/12/2020: '05 Crownline 236 LS, Folsom)
I am trying to write a poem for May you see,
But I have a mental block so I'll rest to take tea.
And while I'm resting perhaps a thought or two will occur
In my mind's eye; or away with the fairies if you prefer.
It's not easy writing a poem when words don't come to mind
So I'm sitting [ no actually I'm kneeling ] thinking of words to find.
I've tried the sea, the mountains and even the lakes,
Oh! how I wish words would come for goodness sake!
There are so many things one could write about,
For instance gentlemen in bars drinking their stout
Or women at home looking after the children, doing the chores,
Going to church on Sundays then going off to the stores.
Going for a picnic down winding leafy lanes,
Perhaps taking to flight on Continental aeroplanes.
Going for a ride on horseback, galloping along,
Even orating at Hyde Park Corner to the throng.
There are so many things that one could do and say.
Aha! Go to the seaside on a lovely May spring day
And eat ice creams galore walking along the shore
Now that would be n'ice, let's buy some more.
can 10,000 poets, stand on the head of a pin
reading rune, reciting rhyme, a deafening din
orating from books, digital tablets and papers
nursing versing, some adroit linguistic capers
did God really, when he pulled out Adam's rib
contemplate the ramifications of what he did?
giving to man and woman the gift of gab
to pass earthly days on this planetary lab
all languages come, and like Latin might go
to ancient history rites forgotten, although
oratory of any form is central to what is human
grunts and poetic punts, give hints of what can
be gleaned of humans desires and meanings
jawing on in between, interactions intervening
language is a way the seventh sense can reach far
to futures, across millioned miles, to another's heart
to see it, hear it beat, touch its pumping flesh
to feel life's joy, as well, as its bloody distress
can 10,000 poets dance on the head of a pin?
if they say what they mean, gracefully, they can
© Goode Guy 2011-11-29
Temptation resisted is the true measure of character. Flawed are the many that have
founded on the theater of war and hate.
Orating without thinking consuming the bait, bound to a fate no right out of the gate.
Knowing and thinking a true heart beats infernal, with intuition all things are internal.
Accepting only eternal some words speak cold and hollow, unheeded warnings no one
wanted to swallow.
Common ground has to be found resolving true feelings, contemplate and reason finding a
meaning.
Double edged is the sword with a voracious cut, all concession taken pulling the situation out
of the rut.
Absorbed into knowledge of the living and not the dead, still yearning of what needs to be
fed.
Love…
James C Bryant Jr.
April 10, 2003
File Talker
File Talker
There is so many people cerebral in there thinking there must soon be a file
talker in this society he is the smartest whip whipping in the society cirlclets. He
says wav and txt and temp when he is orating to society. He may even walk up to
you one day and say to you a string of numbers missing names along the way
like an average student in the hay imagined conversation goes like this "Hello
eye was 632 wav and eye did 347 txt and then it was 789 temp for the longest
time." Just be aware of him for he exists somewhen in all our futures and be
thankful that he is not the binary man and speaking it in code and calling brother
GIS and sister SIS. He is just the file talker now.
i just had this flash of me talking to some celebrity chick at a warm candlelit dinner and i am orating these beautiful images and scenes that are taking place in my mind and i'm like "you just have to see it, there is no sight more beautiful. the rising and falling of the shaded waves brushing along the sandy strings of beach, and the opal skies kissing the rolling lands of the trembling earth with tears born from above and high...." and there is violin sad music playing, maybe Moonlight Sonata
"Only if you knew...only if I could cradle these gifts into your holding arms and let you into my secluded world.." "I've watched over these lands for so many, long, lonely years talking only to my dreaming self and witnessing in sightful awe the splendors of the precious kingdoms awaiting man in the age to come. I dreampt of them for so long....and now, that dream is fading beyond my open grasp...to become an open reality much more splendid than the sighs of God."