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Andrew Layman Nov 2020
I've lied once
I lie now
I'm venomous
I'll show you how
Come in close
Don't look away
Illusions dance
Creations dream
Gods can't die
But they can scream
So many pretty things
Block your way
Now I've done my trick
And here you'll stay.
Traveler Nov 2020
As the bird sings
My poetry flows
Every day
I sing and go
So
While on yer busy flight
Buzzin the flowers
For the Queen
Or yer honey delight

Stop and give a listen
‘Cause like the bird
It’s an audience
We’re-all-a-missing

::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..::..;:.­.;;
Traveler Tim

Waves it goes in waves
Rachel Spell Nov 2020
car window moonlight,
familiar music plays through
crackling speakers,
serenading us.

muttered confession,
I pretend I do not hear
and will say I have forgotten
but I might never.

fearless actions,
stunning your audience,
I do not applaud
but I crave an encore.

quiet drive home
on deserted roads.
we panic at midnight,
then laugh at dawn.

--r.s.
Felicia Atanasio Sep 2020
bite into an apple
and it turns to dust on my tongue
constructing an illusion to try my trust

you carry a piece of me in you
and I don’t think I like it very much
the places we went
belong to you
nothing is mine
shoplifting my humor
and the rest of me too

coaxing figures in your diorama
bribes to reveal data
for you to
praise
punish

but you had no consequence
a knifefish in your own right
so hungry and full of electric

you always made sure we had an eager audience
I don’t think it was for them
you needed a way to create distance
while pulling me in close
a way to make us lie to ourselves about what we want

we’re far too enmeshed, even apart
still you want the words on my mind
and you’ll get off on seeing me compromised

I can smell the iron of our spilled blood
aftermath of our overflow

the garden of eden is covered in rust

you don’t believe in anything
you just hate to lose an argument
the pious are never wrong
their actions are always just

I don’t want to carry your rib
you can have it back
My lifes a show
Filled with sorrow and danger
Its not a promising film
You'll hear them say
As the scenes
Play across the screen
I glance at the audience
The theatre is empty
Except for me
I reach down and stuff
A handful of popcorn
Into my mouth
Hoping that'll stop the sobs
Even though
Theres no one watching
ill tell you, my lifes probably not the movie youll buy a ticket for
Good or bad
Speak only
As much as
The audience is willing to understand, take
Relate
Words
Shhh no - one’s not listening  :))
Serendipity Mar 2020
Do I write for an audience
or for myself.
There is a struggle
to distinguish between
the voices of critics
in my head
and my voice
of reason.
Erin Suurkoivu Jan 2020
The times have me gobsmacked,
petulant observer, no more endearing
than anonymous audience.

My own visions, shadows on cave
walls, storytelling secret
animal lanterns.
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 … !!!
Erin Suurkoivu Nov 2019
I hardly journey there anymore.

Those ruins are far and distant,
Far and distant, and black and grey.
Relics are moon rocks in the frozen landscape.

The grand façade of the pantheon has
Crumbled into sand. I could crush it all into
Dust beneath my heel.

The mind itself is an eye, a camera obscura,
Lit not by the moon—
That old pinged marble—

Over whose surface I skim in my tiny submarine.
The lunar scene fills my vision,
Film noir.

I spy the cold garden. In the heart of it
Gleams the litter of my chicken bones.
My cowardice the wicked reminder,

Consequence of the role I performed
For the impassive audience. I underwent
A sea change in the theatre of their minds.

On some other plane
Holy voyeurs peer through spyglass,
Seeking to undress the celestial paramour.

Such delicious vacancy—
**** statue in an arena of eyes,
Gristle picked clean by vultures.

The air is ****** dry. Cold stars
Abound in the black sky.
Smeared ink the lingering impression,

Smudged thumbprint.
What imagery! Featured along with other fine poems in my poetry collection, "Blood for Honey", available on Amazon or through Lulu.
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