Short Aloud Poems
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The verbal art of poetry..pure
a sense of beauty in simplicity
Vivid experience ,wayward &arbitary
suface as a legacy of self
Edward Lear
Engiish-born Edward Lear
both poet/artist we do hear
Known best as the limerick king
but art really made him sing
Ogden Nash
New York poet Ogden Nash
with rhyme made quite a splash
His topics aesthetically absurd
so popular though when heard
A.Sunday morning August Kleinzahler
a craftsman, a maker of lines
stands out from the crowd
if read aloud
t s eliot
a poet
of faith
in
transition
to bliss
mirrored
in a
turmoil
of disparate
wordplay
Robert Frost
aloft as
vapour
to the abode
of sound
to
participate
with
charm
once forgotten
When the Isle of Man Master Baitor
Got a gig on an Irish freighter
To Scotland they sailed
Until they were hailed
When seamen splashed an aviator
A MUNCH ALOUD
trembling anxiety expressed in a dream
an hallucinatory voice with an interactive scream-
A single inflection to give a meaning to life
Call aloud to homeward seek
Call aloud my love's there
Words keep us connected through the week
Love's spoken here, love share
Call aloud my love, give a care
A sonnet, anecdote,or verse
read by you,
each page of memory followed
with deep hues,
recited in a beautiful tone
I stumble,
the visions stirring on my mind
as you drawl.
in
mind
to pen,
private thoughts,
imagination's
secret diary of the heart-
personal poems
revealed
for all
to
see
A tribute to PS poets who share here each day
their innermost feelings
play
of the pulse
noisless
impatient
in a
dreamy
magical light
tones
of
muted thoughts
emerge
then
berthed
as
word pictured
poetry
From at to eye imagination alights and explodes.In another's minds eye..matures,excites,ignites..impregnates,conceives..birthes a new creative impulse.
the melodic effect
this beauty of sound..
stays upon the ear
Thinking Aloud
By: Tom Wright
1970
As a young man,
before Christ came into my life,
I had traveled to many states,
But the state that I spent the most time in,
was the state of confusion.
Moments of revelation, one to one
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feelings&
moods
faceless elongated
graceful
flooded
enchantment
in
suffused
equilibrium
in
prismatic
planes
of
perpetual grief
personified
The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon
was asked to take a leave.
*
In candle march,
someone starts crying.
Moon was found in lake.
*
An anger jumps
like a monkey. A Buddha
does not agree.
Satish Verma
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.Stand out from the crowd**
Read your posting aloud*
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*Due to the one breath limitation' the intuitive cadence thereof permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'
METAPHYSICAL MARVELS
The impromptu ,from another age
down to earth,ingenuous.conceits..so bittersweet
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Lyrical in beauty
dug from the depths
of the past.
A storyteller, articulate
elegaic writing words
to last.
Of farm life and childhood,
deep in Irish terra firma
frozen in memory
and now
released for our delight
in a succinctness of thought
of the commonplace
eye
experience
remember
conceive
think
pause
begin
speak aloud
voice
& articulate
await
reaction
Charles Olson
PROJECTIVE VERSE of open verse fame
spaces&breaks
sans
grammatical
symbols
'the one breath
limitation'
an intuitive
cadence
when
boh read
&said
an interplay
visual to the eye
so
wrapa-around
lines
quickly
say
good-bye
HOH TELL NO VEMBER GOLF
al fah
row me oh
you nee form
eck oh
ecks ray
in dee ah
see airrah
wiss key
yang key
zoo loo
foks trot
mike
tang oh
oss cah
jew lee ett
pah pah
vik tah
char lee
keh beck
lee mah
dell tah
bra voh !
well said
From lips of thine I would review
The poems you've written, oral true.
Each breath, each sound, that carries words,
When rhymed together betters birds.
The high perfect' of human speech
I will detect, my ears will reach,
And with the soul of thought for guide
I'll hear YOUR soul and vibe with pride.
Think not my silence forgetfulness
my meaning now to you declare,
my resolution to be
all in this poetry
and
bear fruit in your soul
such fruit
of my observations will I’m sure
bless you more and more
yet
you will pardon my haste
and forgive
if my verse
is not entirely
to your taste
From George Herbert letters 1,2,3,4,8