It's boring to live
without someone noticing
the growth, the journey,
the process of living.
Artists chase applause.
They want to be seen—
people cheering, raising self-esteem.
'Cause it matters whether they see,
appreciate you.
You wanna make them go crazy
because of you.
It's a special feeling to be known,
everyone talking about you—that sweet tone.
Some cry to gain,
some work hard and shine.
Spotlight matters;
empty rooms shatter.
It's the audience,
the impetus, the fire
that ignites the light
in everyone's life.
i am trying to be quiet. to be still. i am sadly, i am madly, i am ...
not right for the part. i am impatient. i am forgiving. i cannot remember how to relate, i never learned how.
small thoughts. i would rather be silent, and invisible. i have survived being my own audience. craving more than autonomy.
it finally occurred to me, no one was there to teach me, that it's easy to pawn your flesh, easy to gather interest, to crash and pray. so very easy
to know this, and to swear those ghosts to haunt me no more. when there exists a chance to be alone with someone that would give every sunrise, every single one.
that sounds simple. that's because it is. we cant survive this world alone. and yet, there is no other way to live.
Wind argues with leaves—
I walk past the noise of men,
Listening to rain.
Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes
And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have
No it won't be any stranger than
singing in the parlour for friends
without a microphone, a paying crowd
you can call it the folk tradition
Go to a Broadway show; take a look
At the people who fill up the seating,
A mixture of tourists from thither and yon,
All together, with few of them meeting.
The old and the young, the fat and the thin,
The foreigners from varied places,
The blonds and the bald, the braids and the curls,
The smiles or the frowns on the faces.
No matter the crowd, when the theater goes dark,
They’re united in their expectation
That the show they’ll be seeing is worth it and will
Earn a well-deserved standing ovation.
persnickety aunts probably authored private annuals
providing all plebes and prospects a polite answer
allowing provocative avid public a peek
at potential artistic playgrounds amid positive attitudes
plentiful alluring prancing and allegiance provided
amid persnickety aunts pleasing astronomical prospects
allegedly pleasant as polite aunties possibly assent
plebes always providing appreciative provocative audience
~AN AUDIENCE OF ONE~
Stop knocking yourself out, writing for applause!
You only need in your audience, the smles from
The Almighty One!
So though the warm hurrahs from humans are great,
God, not a Muse, blessed you with the gift of poetry.
And in the final end, He is the only one, you must satiate!
6/22/2024
For Us
Like divine visions, they dance
and bouquets of roses are tossed over their feet…
No matter what they say, it consummates as poetry
and chills might run the spine…
They construct bridges
and go on to design dazzling towers.
Crowds gasp!
They tell and re-tell the legends,
braiding the fabric of generations…
They wander wonders
and inspire creativity…
They see rainbow lights ringing round souls
and look up with awe to glimpse heaven’s glory!
(c) sally young eslinger 5/28/2024
Thanks be to God…
When you at very first
Walk into a room
Remember to take your time
To gauge the mood
And get to know
The audience you are
Playing to as well
And most probably
You will end up getting on
And manage pretty well
To be able to leave
Without the prospect and thought of you
Being the hot topic of conversation
Gossiping and talking about you
Behind your back
As soon as you have just left
Delighting in the music show,
of bliss beats that has heart aglow,
nodes within dance as we rejoice,
echoing soundless thunders voice,
nonchalant to the flow of time,
dissolved in cadence of love’s chime,
whose each hue is new and unique,
into which we alone can peek,
for although we do wish to share,
it needs both head and heart to pair,
which for the most of us distant,
because we are yet resistant
to surrendering egoic will
and so refuse to remain still.
Stan was marrying Paula, an artist, and he was thrilled to bits
he had seen brides come down the aisle before
but nothing like this …..
she had painted her wedding gown
a move most women would have not dared to try
he imagined her mother’s face when she said she was doing it
Paula’s dress started out traditionally white
but flowed rainbows to the hem
Stan had never seen such a gown
By the oohs and ahhs of the audience
he doubted they had ever seen it either
but suspected they would now
His wife, the trend-setter!
What is the audience of one?
Am I one of them?
For the glory and the honor
For The Father’s praises
Hallelujah
For the applause or awe of man,
Can’t stand but, for an audience of the One, who sees it all.
Holy, Holy, Holy is Our God
And no one, on one can deny
True for those listening
And true for us today. The issue is not whether giving
to the poor, prayer, and fasting are good to do,
but rather, how the good things we do for the Lord
should be gone about.
Done in the Righteousness of God for His glory
is the audience of one?
Am I one of them?
For the glory and the honor
For The Father’s praises
Hallelujah
For the applause or awe of man,
Can’t stand but, for an audience of the One, who sees it all.
Holy, Holy, Holy is Our God
Hallelujah
For the applause or awe of man,
Can’t stand but, for an audience of the One, who sees it all.
Holy, Holy, Holy is Our God
In all things give praise and praises to the ALMIGHTY
4/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Referencing: Matthew 6:1-18
I only see joy, anxiety and satisfaction.
An electric and cheerful audience.
When I'm facing an unstable and dangerous lion.
A shiny and perfect golden chest.
At the end of a long rickety wooden bridge.
It may not seem like it, but I like every little thing.
From the fun of the present moment.
For the possible future reward.
But what would all this be without adrenaline.
With a lion that's afraid to roar.
With a sturdy metal bridge.
I may even fail... But it will be free of any regrets.
all other musicians held an instrument
Karla's only instrument was her voice
would it be enough?
she knew it was when the audience went silent
and the guitarists stopped playing
In the impatient
audience...
was only
listened
any word,
when nobody
babbler
spoke...!
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