the lights are low
you can see the sweat beads
bathing his face like a lizard’s tongue
the crowd is standing on its feet
screaming, dancing, whistling
stomping their feet to the tune
of a marching band
he’s gyrating his hips
making love to the mike
his words are thunder
lightning bolts appear from nowhere
the poems are burning in his hands
the crowd is screaming for more
he’s running up and down the aisle
reciting the ten commandments backwards
he’s back on stage doing acrobatics
the audience is spellbound
the judges are frantically writing
down their scores
he’s standing on his head
he’s trying to raise the dead
he’s brought in the Pope for a duet
the guy waiting his turn
looks white as a ghost
Copyright ©: A. D. Winans
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама, 1928
- Plague Victims Catapulted Over Walls Into Besieged City by Thomas Lux
- A Confession To A Friend In Trouble by Thomas Hardy
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- Gradual Clearing poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (Куда так проворно, жидовка младая)
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
- Slumber-Song by Siegfried Sassoon
- In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, by Phillis Wheatley
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Новогоднее видение
- Conviction (i) by Stevie Smith
- Written Before Re-Reading King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- Trendy Madness In Fashion Meccas
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
