Jared Pickett Poet Rhyme

Cocktail Lounge Debut

Flowing down his cheek, perfusly,
sweat.
His attitude bleak, confusedly 
windswept

In surround sound, his name,
his call to fame.
So many stories, poetry tales.
"Loves Mystical Fable"
                                        Limited only one,
                                               NerVouS. 
He walks with pride, head up.
Composed in his 
confidence.

His breath on display,
amplified.
His voice starts in disarray,
terrified.
 
                                      Takes a deep breath,
                                                 okay!!!!

Smooth. 
His voice crisp, 
words on point.
The audience settles,
a picture forms.
Quieting the critic scorns.
 
                                             They felt him.

he no longer feels meek.  Inspired,
by a standing ovation.
A show again next week, he's hired

                                 Prepare for a mental vacation!!!!!

...........:JP)....7/09

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Doris Culverhouse October 14, 2009 at 12:13 PM nicely penned, I would not know this kind of fame.

James Fraser July 26, 2009 at 11:17 AM Kool poem Jared, an artist with words>>James

July 23, 2009 at 12:48 PM What an interesting perspective in this poem. I like the artistic presentation. Surprise ending! Thank you for sharing this piece with us and for your kind comments. Keep on writing! Have a nice day! Karen

Steve Meadows July 20, 2009 at 7:53 PM this is good. good job