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‘A festive song for thy ears’, Sang the jovial busker; Brimming with gratitude, With pennies of silver Or the coppers from well-worked hands, The heavy gold of the rich; Once weighed down pockets Generously giving. ‘A festive song for thy hearts’, Sang the jovial busker; Playing with precision, With clarity and care Or the subtlety of pristine art, The blending sound of the voice Soothingly warming.
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Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 12:50 PM UTC
December Pennies
He recites poetry before sunrise. Belts out Broadway ballads as the dawn glows.
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
On Moorhouse
On cobble stone street people move in haste as street connoisseur of sound stands. He’s the mighty busker with instrument of choice poised and ready. He’s a special breed whose stage is one in every city and town. He's there to share grand talent and give one a taste with hopes a coin gets tossed. Buskers attire matters little for his art is there to benefit. Many passerby’s move inattentive, uncaring stuck in their whirlwind of their life. Many a bystander will listen for less than a second breezing by without proper acknowledgement. Oh to the street performer I pay homage to the one who gifts currents of air. Oh to the side walk master I bow as my coin gets tossed with prayer... That their talents get posted and their You-tube goes viral.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Entertainer
Summer rain, summer rain; I’ll come shining through, They say that every cloud has a silver lining, But it’s raining down on you. You’ve forgot your coat and umbrella and now you’re wet right through! I’ll come shining through ~ this summer rain. You can hop from tree to tree; Use a bag, or a magazine, Take shelter in a coffee shop and soak up the caffeine! The streets are ner deserted; There’s not a soul to be seen, Summer rain, summer rain, I’ll come shining through! There are clouds up in the sky, Whistling winds are blowing by There are rain drops big and round What a sight, oh me oh migh! Summer rain, summer rain, I’ll come shining through, Yes I’ll come shining through This summer rain. Summer rain, summer rain, I’ll come shining through, They say that every cloud has a silver lining, But it’s raining down on you. You’ve forgot your coat and umbrella, And now you’re wet right through! I’ll come shining through, this summer rain. I’ll come shining through ~ this summer rain. Summer rain, Summer rain, Summer rain. Youtube link to song https://youtu.be/GDk_JtCQL2E
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Summer rain
His voice of crackling static is known from round the corner. It's raw from shouting news reports and the music of an empty pocket to a world, only half listening. A toiling madness of chord and thread - frayed, plucked fabric, strings hanging from cuffs. This plaid ragdoll and his bird **** stained guitar case are collecting change like a magpie His incompetent lips are their own shower flecking the pavement. What music gathers in the whited joins of his mouth is urban   desperation, but their grubbiness suggests you could still plant potatoes in his fingernails. Twitching and lined, his visage isn't as old as his art. The jarring strum and lacquered voice   serve to remind us, that the tongue is the only muscle in the human body stronger than the heart.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
The Busker
Town was packed. But today was a good day. I noticed you as you put your guitar down from a long hard days work. We said hello. I have no idea who you are but something about you makes me feel a certain kind of way. We start talking, I asked when you were playing next. You said in 5 minutes. Great. Wait. Where? Oh another street in Dublin? Awesome, I'll come. We walked and talked a bit about ourselves. You were from Australia. Halfway over the other side of the world. We sat in that old coffee shop/pub. Wait weren't you supposed to be playing again? We talked for almost two hours. Then we went our separate ways. You go back to tour on Monday. But you invite me to see you again on Sunday.... I don't know much.. But I know I will be writing about you for quite some time..
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Talk to a stranger