Serendipity of the speaker.

by Steven Beesley   Sep 14, 2005


His words come forth in proliferation
Without much thought and never with confusion
A product of serendipity
Never a time shall he be lost for dialogue

Speeches always keep one enthralled
Graceful free flow of such beautiful diction
A mind full of wit and spontaneity
Your mind etched with his words and superscription

Vocabulary always so sumptuous and rich
He delivers his talks with proverbial eloquence
Knowing his subjects with prowess
He is indeed an expert in verbal intercourse

Intellectually stimulating, your mind he shall surely tease
Always involving the audience in close interaction
His humor comes with such ease
Visionary dialogue, always shall please

Steven Beesley (c)

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Awesome piece, my friend.... Great job...

    hugs, love, Ann