Best Entertainer Poems
Charmed by her exotic glance
She enchants a sexy dance
In costumed display of art
Strumming rhythms of joyful heart
Choreographing slow grooves
In graceful, musical moves
As gestures paint passion themes
And song of love stokes their dreams
When desires-enamored spree
Hypnotized in tunes of glee
But look closely, watch her sigh
Hear the bawl of tearless cry
When crowds deceitful extol
Exhibit of anguished soul
As smiles aesthetic hide pain
And feigned visage cries disdain
Cheer for her to turn the page
For she longs to leave this cage
Leave realms inebriated
Of drunk notions, ill-fated
Categories:
entertainer, dance, desire,
Form:
Couplet
Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..
The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...
He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...
And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...
The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around taking off his lenses.
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
entertainer, beach, character, funny, hope,
Form:
Quatrain
Scripted television nanny
All the Lions roared their approval
dancing puppets
Stars shown twinkling delight
mask global death
My favorite football team
diverts my attention
Smiling ringmasters bow to each other
chosen talent cheered like god
(even call themselves jesus)
While blinded by the sun (tv)
the world devil cult
plays us like a game of cups
Cows, smiling, entertained to satisfaction
shuffling towards
hamburger
rapture
Towards
Hamburger
Rapture
08/28/13
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
entertainer, evil
Form:
Free verse
I am the Entertainer, I’m known most everywhere.
And every place I go, the people stop and stare.
For I have talent great, and I have talent rare.
And my life’s only mission, is that my songs I share.
My voice is strong and powerful, and has great quality
I know that all my audience, can’t sing as well as me.
I think I’ll get the left side, to sing against the right;
I know they all sound silly, against my talent’s might.
Once when cheering rugby, upon the Final’s Day
They pulled me out my seat, to show them how to play.
When tackled on my left side, and thrown onto the right
My cries and screams of pain, caused howls of great delight.
Once with a famous tenor, he made me sing a song.
He made my voice sound feeble; I wish I’d never gone.
These lessons made me hurt, these lessons made me strong.
I don’t know why I never asked, why should they sing along?
I am the Entertainer. You’ve paid to hear me sing.
I’ll show you all my talent, and you need not do a thing
I’ll sing unto my right side, and to those that’s on my left.
And though I’m tired and sweating, I’ll give you all my best.
I am the Entertainer. I’ll sing, until you let me rest.
Categories:
entertainer, music, me, sound, voice,
Form:
Verse
Curtin closed, sky is black,
The King you know, won’t be back.
Price of fame, made him go insane,
To live a life he distained.
Born to be the “Golden cash cow”,
Lost childhood, soul sold somehow.
Pushed to be the Perfect Entertainer,
Money, money, money, no brain’er
So it came to be, he had his wealth,
Lonely soul still sits upon his shelf.
He bought the World, still wasn‘t happy,
Just wanted real love from his Pappy.
Scares so deep, he could not sleep,
Now his dreams forever he keeps.
Twisted visions always will remain,
Of the Perfect Entertainer gone insane.
Owned he was by the people,
Perfect Entertainer sits upon pops steeple.
Heart was of a humble lad,
Never understood the teachings from his Dad.
Breaking within from all the pressure,
Turned to drugs to be his chosen mesher.
World built his image in it’s light,
Molded perfection, image too tight.
In a world that isn’t right,
He broke the mold of black and white.
Perfect Entertainer gone insane,
Will in time they even remember his name.
Categories:
entertainer, sadimage, drug,
Form:
Free verse
The Entertainer
Ofcourse he's watching
so entertain him with thoughts of morality and good deeds
Categories:
entertainer, art
Form:
I don't know what are God's plan for me
I am so tired living in misery
I was born with talent to please people
Some say I'm brilliant some think Im a fool
Sometimes Im serious sometimes Im funny
People loved me coz Im the life of the party
Friends come to me for serious advise
I got the wisdom they think Im wise
I look strong and perfect outside
But Im weak and very vulnerable inside
I wonder if people really know the real me
Perhaps my secret lover and my family
I've got dreams too Im just human
But I play nice whenever I can
I avoid people whose self centered and selfish
They wear me out till my patience vanished
One day will come I'll be gone
I'll chase my dreams even to the sun
I'll live my life the way I like
With no one knowing and out of sight. Bow!
By: Jun Abines www.junabinespoems.blogspot.com
Categories:
entertainer,
Form:
Couplet
In a hot sunny day, a sweet refreshing breeze
Wanted to help and please
Born to be used for a purpose
To profit from and care less
No need to be upset
Live with no regret
Forget I, mine, me
Be what they want you to be
The lonely entertainer
Sorrow and melancholy container
A shadow in a dark place
A forgotten smile on someone's else face
Categories:
entertainer, uplifting,
Form:
Lyric
He always started his 1-minute video with the intro: "Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems, like this one!..." and then he'd read one of her quotes he'd chosen. Kind of like how this haibun is starting out with a paragraph... except he didn't conclude it with a haiku. What he did do was explicate her meaning --applying it to us today-- for 1 minute. Short and sweet, sometimes silly, but serious at times too. And he didn't just TALK. He acted out his point with scenery, characters, and drama. He made me laugh, as well as reconsider my values. Hey I read her Diary myself, but I learned even more from listening to this guy. I still need to tune in from time to time, to remind myself how to prioritize what's most important in my spiritual life. I actually didn't start bingeing his whole series until after it ended. It's hard to believe he's gone; I'm still in denial. I miss him although I never met the guy! But I believe he was an authentic kindred spirit among the believers of "Divine Mercy in my soul." Marc Massery himself was beyond a mere "diamond in the rough." His words of encouragement were clear, his charismatic style polished, and his sweet heart was genuine. His soul sparkled with the beauty befitting a jewel in the crown of Our Lady. So now I say, turn on any video of "Marc Massery's Mercy Minutes," and you'll find spiritual gems... because he's one.
True Entertainment
Amusing analysis
I watched every single one
Categories:
entertainer, how i feel, life,
Form:
Haibun
She is a personality too few people know.
I see her each night behind her white grand piano.
Her sweet singing voice fills the air.
People drink in the lounge, but do not seem to care.
This woman looks as attractive as the way she sings.
She dresses in a silk gown with sparkling earrings.
Playing with great dexterity and singing like a lark,
she renders her beautiful version of “Piano in the Dark”.
Despite the wonderful voice and talent she owns,
this entertainer ranks among the multitude of unknowns.
Categories:
entertainer, on work and working,
Form:
Rhyme
For the briefest moment His face shines upon you,
You are the center, the focus, all that is important in that flash.
In His gaze your are nurtured and grow to your prime,
In that single glimpse you see in His eyes the briefest image of what you can attain.
But soon, he begins to look away, you begin to wither.
The undoing lasts far longer than the flash.
Soon He has looked away; it was but a vapor as they say.
He looks away.
Life, He is a spirit of great charm, intoxicating beauty, but he is fickle.
The greatest of entertainers, the briefest of friends, the cruelest of enemies
shortest of all our acquaintances.
Inspired by Tithonus
Categories:
entertainer, allegory, angst, confusion, death,
Form:
they have a goal
like the wind blow
they love the road
thats where they unload
sing dance prance
do it better than ever
just page theyer on stage
ENTERAINER HEAVEN
Categories:
entertainer, adventure, dance, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
Her life started in Tucson, Arizona.
She would be known all over America.
This pretty brunette had many hit songs.
A personal place of admiration is where she belongs.
Melodies like "Different Drum" sounded very sweet.
This lady always performed on stage in bare feet.
Her career had to end due to a physical ailment.
This bad stroke of luck forced her into retirement.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
entertainer, music, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
My uncle’s name is Keats.
He eats all kinds of sweets.
This habit, his caring wife hates
Saying that his sugar levels it dilates.
One day one of his friends visits his house,
Hands over a box of sweets to his spouse.
To have one from it he tries,
This, his wife strongly denies.
Secretly he looks for them like a mouse.
He opens the lid of every container.
Oh, he is such a perfect entertainer.
She tries to hide sweets from his sight.
And thinks what she does is quite right.
Categories:
entertainer, 5th grade, sweet, wife,
Form:
Clerihew
Up on stage the worlds his own
He gives the crowd a spellbinding show.
Leaves the stage to rapturous applause.
And always leaves them wanting more.
But as the curtain falls and the lights are dimmed
The demons inside him begin to set in.
His doubts and fears eat into his skin.
As the walls around him begin to close in.
Frustrated his life's forever on show.
He just wants to hide but goes with the flow.
Persuaded by all that the show must go on.
Feels he's falling apart and everything's wrong.
He wonders how long he can disguise.
The feelings inside - he tries so hard to hide.
So he laughs and jokes – paints on a face.
And leaves no room for thinking space.
Convinced he's fake and his act is stale.
He craves to escape, believing he’s failed.
For him the sweet smell of success has turned rancid
And his questions “what if” remains unanswered.
The deadly solitude after the show
Eats into his brain as he drives slowly home.
He cannot think straight as his minds in a spin.
Paranoia and self-loathing begin to set in.
He opens another bottle - his mood is still sinking.
And swallows some sleeping pills - to help him stop him thinking.
I guess he just wanted to bury it all.
But has tragically performed his last curtain call.
Categories:
entertainer, angst, anxiety, business, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme