Short Recitation Poems
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instead of just viewing
ingest the words proudly
taste them all -- chewing
when you read aloud-ly
Simple symbols of self expression
imagery in intuitive motifs,
a harmony of colour ..inspiration
of moods fused into metaphor
Frank Mceachran a Cambridge don
poetry was lifelong song
He advocated recitation in 'spells'' size
Remembered now for his annual prize
The 'I am' Giotto of Poliziano
a monument to the artist ego
He claimed his art equalled poet Dante
only recitation & contemplation can say
A.Sunday morning- August Kleinzahler
a craftsman, a maker of lines
stands out from the crowd
if read aloud
In Llanbadarn-y-garreg, mid-Wales
There lives a preponderance of males
But Saint Padarn's church
Would never besmirch
Recitation of old fairy tails
HEAVENLY KISS XL1
My dynamic paraphrase translation excerpt of one of Quirinus Kulhmann's (A Christian sonneteer) series depicting the union of the soul with Christ
shapes
adjacent
subliminal postures
in elements
of purity:
a surfeit of harmony
shards of enlightenment
minute observations
luminosity articulated
nothing moves,
silence!
echos of voices,past
awake!
faces appear,then
depart!
a tear trickles,
slowly!
the music plays,
faintly!
emotion erupts,
again!
regret whispers,
in pain!
Dangling diligently daring Debbie’s duos tries
Testing twin trapezes two ton Tony dies
did dangling Debbie dilgently try?
Comments from audience upon recitation.
"Meow" "Purrrrrrrrrrrrr"
statuesque beauty-
stillness, frozen in time
You may see this haiga of mine(and other artwork) and listen to recitation of much of my PS work on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Reciting prayers,
Body splayed across the floor,
Reaching for heaven.
Knees gnarled and bent,
Mouth calloused from oration,
Hands clasped tightly shut.
Passionless faith is,
Just ceaseless recitation,
Magic doomed to fade.
Craft me a tiffany
that others may see
Cut out a matisse
for my mantle-piece
Throw me a pollock
to which others will flock
Abstract me a rothko
I can keep on show
Sculpt like epstein
this profile of mine
Draw like da vinci
a portrait of me
SOUND WORDS
novel.
not new
temporal
but true
invented
not found
fragments
of words
seen..spoken..
.... heard
apart from
the crowd
a happening
aloud
Alone for a moment
measuring
sound
Frozen pieces
in a
particular way
to wonder
about
myself
To relax for hours
as in
a childish dream
and revolve
in
all directions
this prolongment
of self
limp..lonely..lost….
then
instantaneous
three pieces in form
with picturesque preludes
I open my mind
notice
&respond
I speak to you of wonderful trees
and of butterflies and bees...Cheep!
Who let this bird into my poem?
Catch him, and to the door, let's show 'im...Cheep!
Until we control the situation,
I cannot continue my recitation...Cheep!
Nervous twitching, restless mumbling,
an audience to a performance humbling...Cheep!
All because the poet forgot one word.
He said bee and butterfly, but not bird...Cheep!
JMW TURNER pre impressions
fluid skies
wash
surreal
scenes
from the horizon,
clouds
rise
light from sunsets
abides,hides
swirl rides
above
the sea
highly wrought
strange
&daring
translated
transcribed
views
naturalistic
inner visions
interpreted
the
intense
revealed
derived
from reality
The man who spurned two love-wrought snakes
In reptilian copulation
The blind seer, auspicious he
And his clairvoyant recitation.
Born a male and died a man
But for committing a transgression,
Lived some years on the distaff side
In a feminine intercession.
At the moral of the auger's tale,
The head, interspecting, nods:
We should take an active role
In abiding by the gods.
Form:
My keyboard is an extension
of my soul; every key I punch
reveals muted intimacy
by contriving words and phrases
given voice through recitation.
An intimacy in peril
especially in poetry
where I lay bare emotions and
thoughts to catholic criticism.
Nevertheless, I do not write
expressively for consensus;
if I did, the first bad review
would force me to give up writing
and seek a different endeavor.
Sundrenched scenes fusing space and light..
Abstraction ,fantasy and dreams.Images
transformed with intimate freshness.
Tranquillity of shimmering light
saturating the everyday garden scene
incandescent,yellow,red and green.
inspired by the Impressionist garden painting exhibition
Hear my recitation of much of my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro ..and
read my short forms @strandpoet on twitter
Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.
Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as lard,
Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope,
On is own,allus could cope.
Niver sees 'im vexed,or aggled,
Even if drenched and bedraggled;
In lightning 'e wore niver frit,
Though the whole sky wore fork-lit.
Grew peas that kidded well,
Allus 'ad a tale to tell.
Your vision, Your vision.
The recitation of a poem of metaphor.
And the blink means a throng.
Standing and clapping, clapping and clapping.
The world remains in grief.
Who's forgetting that?!?
Death is the same as rain, on either hand.
What is happening in the waterways. What's happening.
Just eat us. Just eat us.
The bread that's reddish.
Who watered it. Who irrigated it.
And who complains around the misery?
The late dear Carolyn Devonshire
a poetry souper who did not retire
A contest contestant to her very end
peer poet par excellente,& good friend
Carrie Richards is her pen name
as a prolific winner brought her fame
Introduced me to recitation aloud
with youtube clips to wow the crowd
Debbie Guzzi a P S 'great'
coming here in 2008
A learned female Barnabas
challenging me to extend my compass
An entry on Dec 4 to Sotto Poet's latest contest
SURREAL FEEL
I looked,I saw an image blue
a memory,fleeting yet true,
midst the black,white and grey
just awaiting me to portrait;
I tried to re-capture this dream,
reality's not how it seems,
it flows & ebbs as morning mist,
just out of reach,shadows persist;
A high sun then dazzles my eyes,
frustration,streams out soundless sighs,
forever lost,this unique insight,
when suddenly,I start to write
Creative words,so surreal
will my little song appeal ?
My cousin and I were dismayed
By the kids who were in her third grade
They had no answers to tell
Though they spoke very well
And knew how impressions were made!
They earned an A+ for endurance
For displaying remarkable effluence
They could babble all night
With no fact in sight
Nor any sign of congruence!
Oh, how wise we thought that we were
We could see their minds were a blur!
But now, mid-elections
And selfie confections
We see why they were so sure.