Poetry v prose in political speech writing

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To fully appreciate just what speakers like Roosevelt and Churchill accomplished in their willingness to make the transition from podium speaking to broadcasting, let’s go back to a seminal event in the mid-19th century for one of the most dramatic lessons in speechwriting and speech-giving: the Gettysburg Addresses. Yes, Addresses. There were two major speeches given on the afternoon of Thursday, November 19, 1863.

The first speech was given by the Honorable Edward Everett, a well-known and respected political figure whose oratorical style was cast in the tradition of epic story-tellers. Everett’s Gettysburg remarks began with,

“Standing beneath this serene sky, overlooking these broad fields now reposing from the labors of the waning year, the mighty Alleghenies dimly towering before us, the graves of our brethren beneath our feet, it is with hesitation that I raise my poor voice to break the eloquent silence of God and Nature. But the duty to which you have called me must be performed;—grant me, I pray you, your indulgence and your sympathy.”

And continued on for another two hours, until he finally wrapped it up on this note:

“But they, I am sure, will join us in saying, as we bid farewell to the dust of these martyr-heroes, that wheresoever throughout the civilized world the accounts of this great warfare are read, and down to the latest period of recorded time, in the glorious annals of our common country, there will be no brighter page than that which relates the Battles of Gettysburg.”

Well, how about greed and lust ?

Bless me Father, it is 48 years since my last Confession
I have felt  very angry with a man but I didn’t hurt him
That is not a sin,my child
Well,Father,I can’t think of anything else
How about adultery?
No I am not married
Telling lies?
No,I am unable to do that.
Well, how about greed and lust ?
OK I am ready
For your penance, go to bed with someone lonely.Like me
That’s a sin.
Yes, it will make your next Confession easier
I don’t think this is quite how it used to be,but I will give it a go
Another lapsed Catholic  brought into the fold
Is that the one in your sheet
Get away, you harlot
Thank you so much.No-one has ever called me that before.
You’re  never too old to be a harlot
That’s what they all say.
Do you believe it?
I don’t even know what it is

My last Confession

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Bless me Father, it is 48 years since my last Confession
I have felt  very angry with a man but I didn’t hurt him

That is not a sin,my child
Well,Father,I can’t think of anything else
How about adultery?
No I am not married
Telling lies?
No,I am unable to do that.
Well, how about greed and lust ?
OK I am ready
For your penance, go to bed with someone lonely.Like me
That’s a sin.
Yes, it will make your next Confession easier
I don’t think this is quite how it used to be,but I will give it a go
Another lapsed Catholic  brought into the fold
Is that the one in your sheet
Get away, you harlot
Thank you so much.No-one has ever called me that before.
You’re  never too old to be a harlot
That’s what they all say.
Amen
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De hospitali est optimus locus pro te mori.
Nutrices, ita concinnum ac passeres, lignumque cucurrit huc atque illuc
In Himalayas cumque operiretur vestibus non calefiebat
Aliquamdiu secuti sunt vobis
Mundus et MUNDUS.

Nam tribus horis
Et sacri profanique Secetur
Auferat a te dictaque flumen musicorum
Et tu de nostro mundo missa amni
Princeps vocem meam audiunt parvulis.

As vestri sum cogitavi in ​​lavare
Seu bibere facere vobis in culina;
Et matrem tuam, ut bene.
Et tenentur in bono et mater acerba suos puerum viventem
Quis bonus Salutis condum promum
Et coxit panes: et cum te ludere ludos patrem.

Nonne scitis quod factum est?
Puto et volo me ad auxilium tu mihi fecistis.
Auxilium te?
Quam paulo ante auditorium congregentur.
Nunc habemus, nihil attinet, serventur cappellanum nominare absentis detulisset
Abest etiam ab sacerdos.

Et cum ad eum .... autem ludus similis, non esset verum.
Voceque, et despiciens Deus tamquam diceret ei
Quia vigilabo ego tibi circa, sed non videbis me.
Quantum itaque amoris in oculis vestris ...
Quid ego autem et gaudere oportebat?
Et erit tristis et ... .sed fecimus.

Is sin a sin?

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Mary was looking for a belt as her newish heather coloured trousers were much too big.
Suppose they fall off in church, she wondered.Why,I must have lost weight!
Now, her mind said, you are not going to church.
Well, she replied,you never know what I might do on a whim.
You can’t change me,her mind answered.
Am I schizophrenic,Mary thought?
No, her mind said, you are in touch with  our unconscious
Mary decided to wear the trousers anyway topped with a blue silk top and   pair of navy blue suede Mary Janes. She poured a jug of cold water over her head as she felt too hot.Then she picked up Good Housekeeping from the chair where her friend ~Annie had left it.
“What  to wear  over 50” it said.
Over 50  what?Woollen vests,fifty jumpers or 50 denier underwear?
The clothes were  astoundingly expensive.Shoes £250,skirt £381.Top £560.
Well,Mary thought,I’ll just have to wear my old clothes.Anyway, they looks  better than these; they are trendy but too obvious.
She  rang Annie.
Oh, cried Annie,I thought it was Stan!
I know Stan was your lover,Mary said, but he is dead
Sometimes I forget,Annie replied.
Me too,cried Mary.Are you coming with me to Church?
We never go to Church,said Annie
Well, may be it would be a good idea to see what its like nowadays Mary muttered
Will we need hats?
No, you can go in pyjamas and trainers now!
That’s not very nice.Though God  won’t mind,I am sure.After all, we were born nude,Annie said in a thoughtful tone
Don’t tell me you want to go to Church nude,Mary whispered
No,I am too fat and ugly now,Annie murmured
You are not ugly, to me .Mary said
Don’t tell me you are bisexual ,said  Annie.
Everyone seems to  be heading that way.Mary informed her
It’s just a cult,Annie cried
Do you mean occult?
I don’t know what I mean.I open my mouth and sentences come out
Not death sentences,Mary teased her
BTW I didn’t like that magazine.You can take it away.
Well,I   will take it to church to read during the sermon,Annie decided
Things are more liberal now but reading Good Housekeeping in church is  not right unless it is on your phone,Mary said.
Why is it alright on your phone? Annie said mulishly
Because it might be a sin but you are not corrupting others.That is another sin
Why,I’ve not heard the word “sin” for many years,Annie pondered
No, but sin still exists.You only have to look at the Middle East to know that.Or the Yemen, the USA, the UK.,Mary said saucily
Original sin is what we are born into in our society, so you might have been born in white South Africa and if you are white you are immediately  going to pick up attitudes of a racist nature.And if you were black you would be oppressed by empathy with your parent’s oppression and grow up feeling inferior and maybe angry
And in England? Annie asked
Let’s not even go there! Mary replied
But we are there! Annie told her
It’s just a saying, a cliche and a funny expression
Can”t we be more original ? Annie asked in desperation
We could if we decided to make the world just and fair,feed all the children and close the armaments factories and the companies who make  instruments of torture.And get rid of the tabloid press
A hard job,Annie said sadly
Well, the longest journey begins with the first step!
What an original idea!
And so pray all of us.

A wider focus

The first poet was the one who found  us new
Perceptions without wish to change what’s seen
With wider focus, showing different views

Mostly we see what we wish to do
A goal, a task, expectation not a dream
The first poet was the one who saw anew

And having started kept their minds unglued
So played around in sunlight’s broader beams
A wider focus shows us different views

Life can be a  wider avenue
Like rivers are combined from little streams
The first poet was the one who saw anew

To narrow is to do what Satan knew
To follow just one path to an extreme
A wider focus shows us many views

 

The poet shall not judge  nor ever blame
All the bored who cast off their deep shame
For poets are the ones who find the new,
With wider focus, welcoming  such views

Ou est Kant? Kant est mort.Kant est starduster maintenant


Eh bien, mon QI n'a que 65 ans et pourtant j'ai un diplôme de maths
D'où?
Vous ne pouvez pas les acheter.
C'est ce qu'ils disent tous
Je suis un crétin, vous êtes des crétins, ils sont des crétins
Et moi?
Tu es un imbécile.

 

Je desire un moron pour mon lit~je suis enchante par les imbeciles comme moi
 Je ne suis même pas français
Je ne regrette pas mon oncle est un topologie daemon.Quelque chose desirez vous?
 Pourquoi avez-vous cette lettre dans votre main?
C'est un refernce de mon tuteur. "Ce garçon est tellement stupide qu'il ne peut même pas épeler Feck et il n'a jamais entendu parler de Sodome et Gomorrhe.
Pourkwa Sod em and Gomorrow? Je suis auntie bbc   supernatural

Je ne sais pas mais je suis un analyst de classi sequel  comme epsilon delta et Leib Knits sweaters,Ou est Kant? Kant est mort! Oh,non,non, je suis finnish, I can’t go on  like this. I am Dutch.
Double?
Treble!
Kant aime Leipzig.Je t’aim frogs.Ma mere aime le chat et mon pere aimes ma meres.J’ai trois meres
Traumas?
O h Freud again

Shame

sad face 3https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/shame

At last, it is not from Latin or Greek

Shame

 NOUN
mass noun

  • 1A painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behaviour.

    ‘she was hot with shame’
    ‘he felt a pang of shame at telling Alice a lie’
  • ‘what a shame Ellie won’t be here’
    ‘it is a shame that they are not better known’
    More example sentences
    Synonyms

VERB

[WITH OBJECT]

  • 1Make (someone) feel ashamed.

    ‘I tried to shame him into giving some away’

Tomber une montagne …

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Oh, je vois si doux de l’listening..he loup ou est-il mentale?
Oh, Ah, kerbumplof.
Cris, demandant compagnon
Bang mon âme
Dans ta chambre
Ker pluf
Thor.War
Tempêtes de la foudre
Vous Hail
AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh
Moi, oh, moi oh, m’a coincé ici dans mon sillon
Donnez-moi des chocs électriques, le treatment.Sulk silencieuse pour moi, s’il vous plaît, en Argentine.
Screech, crier, je sentais que vous regarder.
Touchez-moi avec une plume
Saupoudrez-moi!
Glou!
Je vois les guêpes autour de votre manteau
Ils vous prennent dans les bras et le PIN de votre cou
Bong!
Ne pas cocme près de moi à nouveau
loups ne sont pas
Eh bien venir!
Je soupire pour mein Mutter
elle est cinglée,
prononcer
Sanglot
Crier
cauchemar
Bruit sourd!
Tu me deteste!
Ne jamais appeler à nouveau lorsque vous êtes déjà ici
Vous n’êtes pas les bienvenus.
Je ferme ma porte
sur le démarrage de votre pied
Oh oui.
Le tonnerre et la foudre
Rentre à la maison maintenant
Ceci est un poème plus susceptibles
mal conçu
Aigle vole pendant que je suis
Tomber une montagne …
Éboulis combustion.
Je ne veux plus jamais vous revoir, babe.My canard.
S’il vous plaît être un amour et laisser me.Cheers
Voilà ok.I vous comprends.
Asp, halètement
Par bot voler!
Pas de bruit
Aucune Dach
gémissement sunds.
Il est temps pour mon thé et biscuits
Je cuisinais deux fois
mais vous étiez
ab ab Un aahaa absent aaab aa
envoyé!
Non non Non
Je ne peux pas vous croire!
Couper cette chaîne et laissez tout sortir à nouveau
Oh, bloggers.Go au lit
Maintenant
Comment
Mein eschreitschzung.Flightschzung.Nachtschzung
blung.blung
efface-moi
Je suis une tache d’encre.
Je veux vos doigts, si propre et courbe
Je vais vous marque et vous donne devoirs
Och, aye
Il est bien venu
Crooner pièges à souris
Voir Rockefeller
abandonner et
Apportez un sac de plath de Sylvia
brouillon.
savait-elle?
At-elle k maintenant?
At-elle la sueur
Coup?
Thud.My ciel est tombé sur l’étang
Ne pas fumer près de moi
Je vais me brûle
Car je vous hais
Ou tout simplement envie votre chapeau et un E pour
platitude
Droom, droom
Dee
Sac
punaise
Ted est allé au lit
où il a passé sa lune de miel
avec une autre femme
Pas avec le second
Mathilda
Ça nous a tous fini au large
Brang.Blong
Eschreitchzung

Fleightschztung

Herr Meightschrung!

Try it in French

Isosceles in German

Was ist der Binomialsatz?
Würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, Englisch zu sprechen, Sir?

Was ist ein gleichschenkliges Dreieck?
Ich werde nicht einmal dorthin gehen. Bist du verrückt?

Was ist Aleph null?
Meinst du wer ist aleph null? Töne wie ein Einwanderer aus Israel ohne Geld.
Aber Israel ist nicht einmal in der EU, warum sollten sie hierher kommen?
Sie wollen wissen, wie die anderen 99,5% leben
Klingt wie Gott für mich.
Klingt wie Gott, sieht aus wie Gott.
Ist das ein Beweis?
QED

Was ist Aleph?
Der Bruder von Aleph null!

Was ist Aleph?
Kennst du dich nicht, Herr?
Es ist Hebräisch.
Und Epsilon auch für dich
Das ist Griechisch.
Das zeigt, dass wir alle eins sind
Aber welcher?
Aleph, natürlich,
Meinst du Ralph? Beowolf?
Gamma davon.
Ooh, was für ein nobler Akzent.
Keine persönlichen Bemerkungen mehr, danke.
Es macht mir nichts aus
Nun, Sie haben nichts dagegen zu kümmern!

Now we will learn about transcendental numbers

Today we are studying topology
It must be brief.
And rubber
Ooh, you are rude, aren’t you
Look, this is not a crossword puzzle
No, but you are.You get cross and we puzzle
What about the words?
Just hum today.

Now we will learn about transcendental numbers
You may speak but we may not learn
Why, is it forbidden
No,we are just thick
Well,my IQ is  only 65 yet I  got a maths degree
Where from?
You can’t buy them.
That’s what they all say
I am a moron, you are a moron, they are morons
What about us?
You are an imbecile.
I’m not even French
Why have got that letter in your hand?
It’s a refernce from my tutor.”This boy is so stupid he can’t even spell Feck off and he has never heard of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Well E is not U
Are they The twins on Coronation Street
For God’s sake,read the Bible.
Will he be pleased?
No, but it will stop you talking so much.

Are you one?

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What is the binomial theorem?
Do  you mind speaking English,Sir

What is an isosceles triangle?
I won’t even go there.Are you mad?

What is aleph null?
Do  you mean who is aleph null.Sounds like an immigrant from  Israel with no money.
But Israel is not even in the EU!Why would they come here?
They want to know how the other 99.5% live
Sounds like God to me.
Sounds like God,looks like God.
Is that a proof
QED

What is aleph one?
The brother of aleph null!

What is aleph?
Do you not know yourself,sir?
It’s Hebrew.
And epsilon to you  too
That’s Greek.
That shows we are all one
But which One?
Aleph, of course,
Do you mean Ralph? Beowolf?
Gamma off it.
Ooh, what a posh accent.
No more personal remarks , thank you.
I don’t mind
Well you have no mind to mind with!

When the cost of love is hard to teach

Is love worth the savage pain of grief
As the caterpillar gnaws the patient leaf?
Is love  worth deformed and broken hearts?
When will come  acceptance,pain depart?

Is love worth the pain and woe we feel
When illness from the wife her husband steals?
Is  love real and what is its intent
Do we read the messages we’re sent?

Should we live   indifferent ,grey, unreached
Is the cost of love too hard to teach
Is love given  or taken by a war?
Who are all those walls and  bombs  made for?

Should we remain invulnerable to touch
When love’s an attitude and not a crutch?

Who can be called a poet?

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“What Do You Think?

Should we restrict the title of ‘poet’ to a few, mainly dead, poets? Not so much as a mark of respect, but as a political act, a symbol of what we believe has value?”

I’m in deep and it’s over my head

I’m in deep now, never been this deep before
The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door.
In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor.
I’m down, down. down. never been so dark , so more

I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am
I think I had an accident, fell over, then I swam.
Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s my man.
I guess I have to   stay   till my time is done

I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain
Would I choose to relive it, if I was born again?
The dark joy is the amazing gain.
But the sorrow is  damn sad, let’s admit it plain.

I’m in deep and it’s over my head
What was I thinking of, when I fell  out of that bed?
I look up and  the sea’s so  turquoise like  that mist   is red
When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead.

At first, it was all just black, black pain
But from the bottom of the  well, I looked up with awed love again.
That’s when I recalled, feelings are plain and sane.
Joy is much greater when we’re in the danger zone.

I dunno if I’m   ever comin out.
We can’t control it , ain’t that what life’s all about?
I’ll never love with innocence again ,nor not feel doubt.
But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout.

I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright
Down here we don’t have no day nor no night
Fish nudge me with  big grins  and   teeth white
Sea flowers fondle me and whisper, turn off that light

Rage

A force far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm

Annihilating all before it

Terror makes our rage deform

This force, thinking self is threatened,

Runs to rise and to protect,

Most murderous when we’re most alarmed

Rage an enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings

Depriving of the power to think

Like a nuclear tsunami

Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision ,focused ,narrow;

Eyes locked onto enemy’s

All the wider context losing,

Wipes out our good memories

Like a mother tiger fighting,

And the cornered eagle’s force;

We will destroy what we think other

Without bitter ,pained remorse.

Nature made such to protect us;

Yet our perception can be wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflections seems too long

Later, if we see our victims,

Will we know that we have erred?

For hate deceives ourselves and others

When our inmost terror’s bared.

How can we step back and ponder

See life from a wider view?

How can we become less blinded,

So we see our world anew?

Succumb not to final despond

Succumb not black despair.

Often there are those who see.

Often there are those that care.

Tempered by reflective wisdom

Rage can change when understood.

When we find another being

Who helps contain our frightful flood.

The energy that binds us into one

The energy that binds our parts to one
The creation of the world and then of man
The energy  of all our nuclear bombs
The sacred space  inside, the very womb

The space where we will die and fall  to earth
The sins we hid inside , our  dangerous worth
The heart which came too hard and  cracked and bust
The little pieces left that  turned to dust.

The hunter lusts to  shoot and kill and eat
The bodies of  gnawed wolves around his feet
The men who  save no  children shatter peace
The eyes of Jesus speak, the drum  still beats

The end is the beginning as we move
In spirals that say nothing of our Love

 

Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi?

Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
Murder has been done and there’s a War
I’m the Lamb of God and he’s my Pa.

All the angels gave a gulping sigh
Jesus ,don’t go back, you go too far
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi

Even Satan seemed   annoyed and jarred
Take away those leaders and their Whores
There’s the Lamb of God and his old Pa.

What’s my crime ,sweet Jesus, should I lie?
The Market’s bust and you are going to die.
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi?

We had a  powerful sacrifice bizarre
We killed God and then we  wore his Stars.
Where’s the Lamb of God,oh,ahaha!

The world is reddened by the blood of man
On the nursery slopes,   this War began
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
I was the Lamb of God but where’s my Pa?

No still, small voice, no Burning Bush, no God

No still, small voice, no Burning Bush, no God
No symbols of transcendence,no   shared rites
How to die without a psalm or prayer
How to smile the last time  in your life

No Joseph with his many coloured coat
No Moses in his basket in the reeds
No Sodom,No Gomorra, that’s a joke
As that is where our path now seems to lead

No journey  through the deserts of the heart
No Faith, no  aims,no  others by our side
Where did you think the images would  part?
No holy  meal,no connections and no guide

No images of angels  decorate
No steeples will point  up to Heavenly dreams
God has left us to our sorry state
Oh, Europe, you’ve destroyed with  wars and schemes

No sacred symbols but a  heart of stone
For we  are nothing more than flesh and bone

The spaces once held sacred are destroyed

The spaces once held sacred are destroyed
Like Salisbury plain where sheep  could safely graze
Now for soldiers  use and practice Wars

The Bedouin  who inhabit deserts cry
The Negev is no longer a free space
The places  for creation are destroyed

Before the birth of Christ, they wandered by
Their little tents and camels no disgrace
Deserts are  for democratic ‘Wars

To shepherds and their flocks we say,Good bye.
The land is used for shooting, so debased
The places  for creation are destroyed

The Lamb of God  is fined and unemployed
Search for peace, be treated with distaste
Deserts are  for  practising new ‘Wars

Of  the Spirit,  is there any trace
As the Lord God turns away his Face?
The spaces once held sacred are destroyed
Now for soldiers  use and  final Wars