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Frivolous thorns thought
They would receive huge applause
For protecting 'roses' beautiful and pristine
But to their dismay
They find themselves thrown away
While 'roses' getting praise and care all the way
They regret why they born
Nobody appreciates the thorns!
Grace May 10
I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?

I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand

I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am

Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?
Dancer
by Michael R. Burch

You will never change;
you range,
investing passion in the night,
waltzing through
a blinding blue,
immaculate and fabled light.

Do not despair
or wonder where
the others of your race have fled.
They left you here
to gin and beer
and won't return till you are bled

of fantasy
and piety,
of brewing passion like champagne,
of storming through
without a clue,
but finding answers fall like rain.

They left.
You laughed,
but now you sigh
for ages,
stages
slipping by.

You pause;
applause
is all you hear.
You dance,
askance,
as drunkards cheer.

Keywords/Tags: dancer, waltz, waltzing, applause, drink, drunkards, neon light, strobe, flash, flashing, crystal ball, chandelier, lap dancer, exotic dancer, stripper, peeler, strip, striptease artist, burlesque, Moulin Rogue, dance, passion, champagne, gin, beer
The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,

reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness

as remembered as the sudden light.

Originally published by The Raintown Review

Keywords/Tags: Sports, locker, lockerroom, clamor, adulation, acclaim, applause, sentiment, darkness, light, retirement, athlete, team, trophy, award, acclamation
Big Virge Nov 2019
Like Most People I Like … " APPLAUSE "  
But NOT From Those Whose Conscience Gnaws ...      
Away At … " Them " … !!!!! …        
        
Who Do It …  
Just To Fit and Blend ...      
With Those Who LIKE …        
The Words I Write … !!!!        
        
So Listen Up …        
If You Don't Like My Spoken Words …      
Or Those I Write …        
        
Do What's Right DON'T Applaud … !!!        
        
TRUST ME That's FINE … !!!!!      
        
Don't Give FALSE Cheers …        
Let's Get THIS CLEAR … !!!      
        
I DON'T Believe In False Veneers …        
Cos' Those With Them Are Quick To … " SNEER " … !!!!!      
        
I've Seen It Done A Thousand Times … !!!!!      
This Seems To Be A … " Part of Life " …  ?      
        
Don't Applaud Just To Be Nice … ?!?      
Or Even WORSE To Be ...  " Polite " ... !!!!!      
        
Polite Can Mean A Number of Things …        
Like … TACTFUL Yes … !!!      
Which May Mean That ...  
They're NOT Impressed ...      
And Say … " NICE Things " …      
That ... WON'T Upset … !!!        
        
"Oh dear, that sounds like most poets !      
Those who are, yes, self-obsessed !"      
        
Many of Them When They Applaud …      
Are Simply This … Applauding FRAUDS … !!!!!!      
        
Who … HATE To See Good Poetry ...        
Cos' This Could Mean ...      
The END of Their DELUDED Dreams … !!!!!      
        
This … Of Course …        
Could Include … ME … ?!?      
        
I'm Afraid NOT ………. !!!!!!      
        
If Your Words Do NOT Impress …        
I'll Tell You STRAIGHT … !!!!!      
        
"You need to change professions mate !!!"      
        
But If I Like The Things You Write ... ?      
I'll Try To Quote Some of Your Lines …        
        
But If I Can't Don't Be Surprised … !!!      
It's Hard Enough Remembering MINE … !!!!!!!!!      
The Key Thing Is I Think You'll Find …        
        
I'll Give Applause …        
But NOT Like Those Mentioned Before …. !!!      
Whose FAKE Applause ... Should Be Ignored …        
        
Their Actions YES I Do ABHOR ... !!!      
Cos' ALL They Do Is Keep ... DUD Scores … !!!        
        
And Call For Those Whose Form of Prose …        
Will Stunt The Growth of Shows They Host.      
        
Lyrical Woes ...  
You Know They Go …      
So … TERRIBLY Low … !!!!!      
        
Like Those Who Clap Within A ... " Claque " ... !!!!!      
        
"A hired body of applauders, in a theatre"      
        
Like Those Who Go To … " Farrago Slams " …      
Or Probably Those That Go To … " The Cellar " …      
        
**** .....
Applauding FRAUDS Are EVERYWHERE Man … !!!!!      
        
Even …. " Unplugged " …..      
Becomes A SHAM …        
When False Applause …        
Is What's Asked For … ?!?      
        
Words Like Those ...  
Will ROCK Some Jaws … !!!      
        
And Won't Get Me …      
Inside ... " Their Clique " …        
        
Or Their Shows … !!!      
        
" Oh, What a BLOW !!!!! "  
        
I Guess My Prose Just Does Not Get Enough APPLAUSE …        
For Them To Give My Words … " The Call " … !!!      
        
EXCUSES Yes ...  
I've Heard Them ALL … !!!!!      
        
" Too Black !!! "      
" Too Tall !!! "      
        
" I'm waiting for Virgil to call at my event,  
and watch the people, I present !"  
        
And THIS Of Course …        
        
"Virge doesn't make people applaud !"    
        
That's NOT What Poets Are Here For … !?!      
        
Spoken Words Or … Other Sorts …        
Those Like Me Provoke DEEP THOUGHT …        
And DO NOT WANT CONTRIVED Applause … !!!!!      
        
There's Still A Few Who Share My View …        
And CLEARLY Do Have STRONG BELIEFS … !!!!      
About How Poetry SHOULD BE ….. !!!!!!!!      
        
Sometimes It NEEDS TO BE ANGRY ...        
And Should Reflect ... " REALITY " … !!!!!        
        
It Should Be Sweet And Flow With Beats ...        
        
That's HIP HOP ... !!!!!      
And NOW WE KNOW The Youth RESPECT …      
  
Poets Who ROCK … !!!      
Promoters Should WATCH …      
They Might Be SHOCKED … !!!      
  
Poetry NEEDS Controversy … !!!      
And This Will Bring BIG CASH Money … !!!!!      
From Simple Use of Fluent Speech … !!!      
        
But Let Me Guess … !?!      
They've Got The BEST … !!!      
Within The UK's Poetry Scene ….. !!!!!!      
        
How Can This Be … !?!      
What NO … " Big V " … !!!      
        
Sorry … " BIG VIRGE " ...      
A Man With TRULY Conscious Words … !!!!      
        
They Know It's True … !!!!      
And Yet They Choose ….      
To …................................................. Ignore Me ……      
        
They're Being RUDE … !!!!!      
So Words Like These Are Just To PROVE …        
        
I'm Watching YES They're Every Move … !!!!!      
        
I'm Sure They Think I'm NOT That Great … !!!      
But Listen Close They've Made Mistakes … !!!!!      
        
My Hearing's FINE … !!!!!      
        
There Have Been Times I've Heard Them Try …        
To Act As Though They Like The Way My Wordplay's Styled ...      
But Still Won't Have My Name … " Headlined " …        
        
If That's The Way They Are Inclined …        
        
It's NOT A Stress … !!!      
They Can Bring Their BEST …      
And I'll ... Take The TEST … !!!!        
        
Let's ...  
START The WAR … !!!      
Cos' Now I'm SORE … !!!      
        
And Think It's Time To … HOT UP Floors …        
And See Which Names Bring In The Hoards … !!!        
        
That's The Way To YES … Keep Score … !!!!!      
And STOP This Phoney …. FAKE …  
  
........... " Applause " ….........
Written back when I used to perform at poetry events in London, with all the Bourgeoise, Clique-Filled breeds of London's Poetry Society Fraternities. its all good though now folks, i'm not so sore anymore … !!!
annh Sep 2019
As his feet moved even faster, and he twirled and whirled and cantered across the stage, it was as if he existed in an indeterminate space - blinded by the footlights, deafened by the orchestra, absorbed in his own rumbustious choreography. Beyond the pit, in the anonymous darkness, the audience rippled and flared appreciatively in response. So he danced on until, with a final rapturous gesture of his outstretched arms, he plunged to earth as dizzy as a snowflake. And waited.

The silence shifted. The soft rumble of engine noise played softly in the background, while the chain-link fence rattled in the squall which blew fresh off the harbour. He opened his eyes and watched the cars crawling across the overbridge above him; the empty basketball court littered with yesterday’s snack papers lay in shadow. In the middle distance, a familiar figure walked briskly towards him.

‘Matthew! Matthew! You come here this secon’ or I’ll whip your **** right off, already.’
‘Yes, Auntie.’
‘What you doin’ tryna waste good time?’
‘Nothin’, Auntie.’
‘Ain’t that the truth, boy.’

As he stooped to gather up his satchel, Matthew saw out of the corner of his eye the concertmaster lower his instrument, incline his head, and begin to tap his music stand with his bow. From the balconies the first of a thousand rose petals began to fall with the evening rain, the applause thundered while the lightning clapped, and there in the gods stood his mother waving and blowing kisses at him, as he followed his aunt down East Street towards home.

‘And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.’
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Gabriella Aug 2019
Here is the thing darling, no matter how many cheer,
The world remains an empty place.
There’s an abrupt sound of palms hitting one another,
But the moment is fleeting.
The lights shut off. The curtains close.
Applauses end.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2019
This piece speaks with subtle attitude.
Its whispers echo over the crowded gallery
Yet only I can hear.

My eyes are fixated on its delicate details,
Tracing every stroke of the brush.
My sight is paralyzed.

The colors move and swirl,
Caught in a maelstrom of creativity.
The hues melt off the canvas,
Bleed down the wall,
Pool at the bottom,
Mixing but not blending,
And all I can do is watch.

Slowly the others follow suit,
Bleeding down the walls in a patient rush,
Stretching across the floor
So desperate and calm
Until It caresses my shoe.

It climbs my leg, rising and rising,
Staining my pants and skin.
It rises and rises still,
An orchestra of color making permanent residence.
I am terrified yet my breathing is slow,
Watching the details form.

Engulfed by color I turn to see
All the masses staring at me.
Speaking to one another with subtle attitude,
Whispers echo the crowded gallery,
Their eyes fixated on the delicate details,
Tracing every line,
Paralyzed.

My fear was met with thunderous applause.
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Well maybe it’s a shame in the weekend
To toil aimlessly about dreams in bed
Counting sheep only lasts for so long
And maybe it’s a shame to waste the day

Someday we’ll be alive
More than we are right now
Someday we’ll start a fight
Let’s end our show with a bow

And we’ll close it out with a round of applause
They’ll look to us
Because we’ll be their stars
Right now we’re young and we’ll never grow old
But even if we do
We stand with the bold
The Millennials' Anthem
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Big Finale


I spit my lyrics out loud,
To make them hear it so shout:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I wrote this simply for you
So you could all sing it too:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I made it easy to sing,
So just sing along with me:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I wrote this song for you all,
For each of you I adore
REACTION!  REACTION!


I had to write you these words,
And say thanks for letting me hear the
REACTION!  REACTION!


I want you to seize the day
And go and do it your way
REACTION!  REACTION!


So give yourselves an applause
And let me say thank you for your
REACTION!  REACTION!


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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