Short Elocution Poems
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Limerick : Once a Cadre in a Revolution
Once a Cadre in a Revolution
Took strict lessons in elocution
Saw himself on podium
Safe from opprobrium
Ai ! Missed lessons in execution !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
How fickle the electoral wind!
only yesterday a sure winner
but now a picture of despair.
Experience means nothing,
rhetorical prowess is best,
more like elocution contest.
Lack of substance is alright,
just talk and you are made
or end up politically dead.
Bubble of illusion
Is confusion with a T
A troubling contusion
On a master memory
A faster elocution
Is a feature for a crowd
The most annoying creature
Has a gift for being loud.
Written and Submitted on May 18, 2022
The Bubble of Illusion poetry contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I had three poems
- Short ones-
And was told where to stand
To read them
My time was limited
Only time to read the bare words
No time for introductions,
Side stories,
Or explanations
“Just read the poems”
So I did
My elocution was perfect:
Clear, and to the point
I left the stage
To a silent reception
Because no one knows
Who I am
Poker face attempted
pretense at being calm
Speech also pre-empted -
stuttering with aplomb.
What I should have said was...
I mean, I really meant...
You see, I didn't see...
Who'd have thought that she was
Classic diagnosis
it's foot-in-mouth disease
a verbal sclerosis
sometimes called, greenhorn-ese
There is no known antidote
no medical solution.
Bandage which has my vote -
lessons in elocution.
4
Sifting through the sands of time
Drifting through the lands of rhyme
A humble poet bound for glory
They rumble thus around for story
When all prose of past recalled
Then all those at last enthralled
Guilty of floral attitudes
Innocent of moral platitudes
Elocution flows from his tongue
Each line glows as if it were sung
Eyes bleary still he tries his best
Till weary words he lies to rest
pink paragon
renders no features;
a buoyant olive
shouldered above florid wings.
golden halo, open ring.
nature’s schmooze, profound.
deeply saturated midnight
in the labyrinth of the deep.
peacock blush of fancied feathers.
the heart beats
a magnanimous red,
emphatically so,
with corona seeds
like rays of the sun.
Max’s angel in surround sensation
would overwhelm the flesh.
the scent of peak, kaleidoscopic climax, meridian elocution -
an euphoric Eden.