Best Showmanship Poems
Having lived on earth for some time now
Impatiently he dwells, harboring self doubt.
In face of impediments he loses his mind
Acquiring dispositions like hate and lies,
Hosting showmanship to look good and wise.
Never does he claim his world to be saintly
Letting dreams reign and thoughts go wild
Acknowledging failings incapable of verity.
Risking happy tears, triumphs he celebrates
Saving saddened ones to mourn disasters,
Banking on the strength of worn-out hands
As unforgiving minutes tick-tock forever.
When he gets a turn at the wheel of fortune
Losses seem to mount at every pitch-and-toss,
Regretting moments when he says:"hold on"
For he loses the ground on which he stands.
Yet he carries on, in treacherous currents
Swimming boldly in shark-infested waters
Accepting the reality of fish-eat-fish world.
Unsatiated reveries bestow vacant dreams
Never ever venturing to walk with the Kings,
Commoner he is, like his friends in drudgery.
Pride and joy of his family, a Man he's already!
Truth he owns, is the truth he delineates,
Being a flawed man, for forgiveness he prays.
October 21, 2018
Poem of the day on October 23, 2018
Placed first in..In response to Rudyard Kipling's poem IF
Contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select 12 by Brian Strand
Categories:
showmanship, integrity, life, men, people,
Form:
Verse
Airborne amongst the clouds.
Looking down on lands expanse.
Dreamlike swirls in foggy haze.
Mountain peaks rise fearlessly from surface...
Not intimidated by their height...
frigid spikes in awe of your weightless station...
...you are flying.
Movements absent of effort... sliding through airy elements with...
... just a thought.
Just a nod and then you're there, when you were just here.
Landscapes calling below... you laugh joyful...
Condemning grounds faulty gravity for crippling holds...
...in your waking hours.
Shallow elevation, mans craft at sights focus...
As you drift graciously through their skies.
Wondering of sleeping spirits cuddled below...
Do they know?
Can they feel the breezy wafts of air you leave behind?
Sun rising, painting rosy colors mixed with reds and blues...
Stark relationships with mountains darkened shadows...
Glory of Gods showmanship at your visions quest.
Moving swiftly, feeling wake upon you,
So much to know, to see, to feel. You hurry further...
...ignoring consciousness' tugging call.
Frozen breezes numb your cheeks, arms extended for winds embrace...
Pulling back to earthly vessel,
Your soul comforts into place...
...yet mind not wishing to leave its lofty travels...
reluctant, slow to waken body's senses.
You think upon the wondrous time,
You lifted soul into heavens graces,
And left your chains behind, inside that shell...
'Til daylights demand recalled,
Your spirit to its place.
And you wait anxiously for evenings call,
So another journey might begin...
But time dims hopeful dreams of flight...
And you soon forget the windy whispers,
That held you in their grasp.
But for a night and early morn...
You flew.
And Spirit held you in its soft, gentle...
Loving embrace.
Categories:
showmanship, imagination, inspirational, uplifting
Form:
Free verse
MY CULTURE
Every thing that is around.
North to South and coast to coast,
My culture.
Weather, land and people,
Pan-o-ramas and political views,
My culture.
The ways of talk,
The ways of walk,
The game and showmanship,
Work and play,
Night and day,
My culture.
The pros and teachers and striving reachers,
Artisans and preachers and other creatures,
Law people, tall people, all people,
My culture.
Fauna that's left,
Flora that's left,
Fauna and flora that's here,
My culture.
Relatives and friends,
Their thoughts and opinions,
People oblique to those views,
My culture.
Democracy,
Bureaucracy,
Hypocrisy and idiocy,
My culture.
We progress and mature
Through fault,
My culture.
Categories:
showmanship, funny, life,
Form:
Free verse
Folks asked, “why do I write poetry?”
And I said,
“I write to keep my words to my father.
I write to keep my commitment to his words.
I write to inscribe his name on the stone of history.
I write to engrave his name above the grave.
I write to sketch his statue with care and commonsense.”
Folks ask, “what is poetry?”
And I said,
“Poetry is not to showcase,
Cause poetry is not showmanship.
Poetry is within,
Cause poetry is a piece of oneself.
Poetry is not a mark of shame,
Cause poetry could make way for fame.”
Folks ask, “when do you write poetry?”
And I said,
"Poetry is sometimes in the morning,
But poetry is not always mourning.
Poetry is sometimes in the evening,
Cause poetry is everything.”
Folks ask, “what have you earned from poetry?”
I said,
If money comes...
Though, poetry is not always about earning,
Cause poetry is a way of learning.
Poetry is not about figures,
Cause poetry is a fountain of joy unseen.”
Categories:
showmanship, appreciation, confidence, courage, poems,
Form:
Free verse
The slump is in Trump's egotistic plump;
as all that pre-election rhetoric begins to change and die,
fallen to the sides by scary realigned protested cries
of verbal democrats and republican chides.
Recognize at last, all the lies unrevealed in the past
overlooked as the rise to the presidency is stonely cast;
fear filled questions, apprehension and doubts
lost in unwarranted name calling pouts and shouts.
Resign the nation to the silent watch guards be
held to the breast bone of all freedom's needs;
America is great with modifications yet to see,
man, woman, child, Asian, white, black must be equally free.
Hold the promise, dreams and hope for change
be watchful and observant of what we lose or gain;
a leader must set the goal much higher
with populace watching as he steps into the fire.
Push that arrogance and showmanship aside
and regal us with what you'll provide with your pride;
get facts, good advice, the daily briefings, look at all the options
and be a strong, honest, exhaustive conscience.
Comb that hair, dress business like, hold high the chiseled chin
remembering the peoples vote you did not win;
we view now in newer light, with wait and grace allowed
to make us greater still,
America is bold and proud.
Categories:
showmanship, america, business, future, political,
Form:
Rhyme
The Prairie dogging contra versies Oh, the queen of dramaturge absurd this stick stinking stirrer A interdiction of artless showmanship Dramatis personae that’s pure over acting bull in a glass house better left in an outhouse
Categories:
showmanship, allusion, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Grook
OLD FOLKS
Gone those elder-respecting days -
An ancient could well topple over
As uncouth youth speeds around him
The Walmart express departs
My God!
Look what’s been left behind –
A multitude of invisibility
A moss grown obsolete
Decrepitude on slow parade
Antediluvian yes
But stored with lost value
And sense of a valued protocol
What is thought of as 20s showmanship
Has for most these gaffers and hags
genuine sweetness
And selfless humble humanity
What is lost?
Lost is that hopeful neighborhood
Of togetherness –
The virgin feel of flesh
Only sensed in imagination
Those first daring touches
And a certain joy of discovery
Ingrained through early years of
Experiment and experience
Yes all this lost in wrinkles of course
But the spirit might be reviewed
If only now could take a look
Dave Austin – age 87
Categories:
showmanship, age,
Form:
Free verse
It’s a contest in Fitness talent that one has
But it is a competition to see if the competitor has pizzazz
It’s a matter in showing your body shape off
Being determined and destined of course
As part of the fitness competition, one must dance
It’s a matter in putting the audience into a trance
But it’s the scoring in how you advance
The razzle and dazzle being in the spotlight
It’s about showmanship in becoming a champion
Perfection being great
How your diet and exercise come together in relate
But one must pay critical attention and watch carefully what you eat
This is competition of shape in how you will compete
Having the right routine being the regime
Nutrition being nice and clean
Not cheating, but having a theme
Exercise and tone all combined
But in the winning circle, you can’t drink any wine
It’s about becoming Mr. and Ms. Everything Fitness
The audience is there to take it all in and witness
One must have the right positive approach
There can be humor and jokes
But it’s a combination of exercise, shape, commitment, dedication and smile
This is the competition during while
One who is caught in the Fitness Sting
However, it is fitness being entertainment having the right swing.
Categories:
showmanship, adventure, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form:
Epic
There once was a podium man.
Who gave to the world all he can.
He broadcast his message,
A dismal sad presage,
An excuse to push through his plan.
On point, there he stood smiling bright.
As he lied through his teeth, pearly white.
With showmanship air,
He feigned how he cared
For his countryman's desperate plight.
A leader of such strength was he;
Incorruptible, honest, and free.
Was showered in praise
All through ruling days
While his rivals were crushed secretly.
He lives in all ages of time.
Deceiver of men, he is prime.
If you feel disgusted,
By a man you once trusted.
Be sure he is known for his crime.
Categories:
showmanship, people
Form:
Limerick
A proud bird, fan-struts across the grass; feathered-eyes, full-flared.
Yellow, blue and green neon glows, in the afternoon sunlight’s rays.
Crowned head, held high; puffed breast, shiny feathers; a grand peacock display.
Categories:
showmanship, animal, bird, nature,
Form:
Sijo
showman is marksmanship
showman is a higher mark of a marksmanship
a higher mark is a higher marksmanship
a higher mark is a higher showman
showmanship is marksmanship
science is a marksmanship
science is a showman
science is a documentation
documentation is science showmanship
the universe is a documentation of a showmanship
the universe is a documentation of science
the universe is a higher mark of a documentation
the universe is a higher mark of a showman
science is a showmanship of a documentation
showmanship is showmanship of science
showmanship is showmanship of a documentation
the universe is a universe showmanship
a showman is a showmanship of a marksmanship
a showman is a showman of science
a showman is a showman of a universe
a showman is a higher mark of a showman
Categories:
showmanship, science, time, universe,
Form:
Free verse
FRIEND-SHIP
Friends exchange friend-ship
Engendering an awesome companionship
Just like birds of a fellow showmanship
In the circus of life mentorship
Ringing the dig-dong affair of relationship
On the ambiance of mutual partnership
Categories:
showmanship, anniversary, best friend,
Form:
Acrostic
Who is the Ringmaster?
Who is the pawn?
Who will decipher
When the patrons are gone?
Enter the Big Top spot the trapeze,
Allay all your fears, put them at ease.
Barnum, Ringling masters long past,
Legends of showmanship destined to last.
Performers who push human boundaries,
Whose skills outstrip all practicalities.
It's raw talent on view in center ring,
Unique marvels of practice really happening.
No single skill matters outside the ring,
Performance in life, that's the thing.
Suspend for a moment what you know to be real,
Fantasy is fostered, it's the circus appeal.
Listen to the Ringmaster's full vibrato
As he shows each act with flair.
Paces his rich voice staccato
Presenting, making you connect and care.
Never lets himself become the show,
Top hat in hand in center ring, beginning to the end.
Tells you all you need to know,
Master of all the fun, every patron's friend.
Categories:
showmanship, allusion, care, fun, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
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February 11, 2022
Contest : A Conversation With A Fictional Character
Sponsored by : Natasha L Scragg
Categories:
showmanship, character, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
On a runway suited to launch anyone to anywhere in the world;
On a jet plane engineered and well equipped to take me there;
Without a doubt, I was determined to be a world traveler.
I dreamed, prepared, and was driven to be the best.
My biggest supporters were my Lord and my mom, and
such support would come to be the 'one sustaining anchor'
for my soul to successfully launch my dream and chosen work.
I had a model for success, and he was my human hero.
Others had charisma and showmanship. My hero had
character and humility, ingredients that I knew were
required for the kind of success that I was seeking.
Not long after launching, there was lots of turbulence,
but that was only the beginning of 'dream-altering'.
The plane was highjacked, and I along with hundred
of others were blindfolded. The pilot was forced to land
in a desert.
From that day forward, my dreams, like paper planes
we made as kids didn't fly; neither did many parts
of my dream that became a nightmare. But we kept
making paper planes..
Remember this: The vast majority or nearly every plane
that launches also lands safely. However, 100% of planes
that do not launch, never land. Life happens and throughout
my journey, I have learned that 'dreams that turn into nightmares
do not have to make me a nightmare'. By God's Grace alone, I
weathered the storms, and in spite of all that went supposedly
wrong, God has been good all along the journey. Launch!
081122PSCtest, PAPER AIRPLANES, John Lawless
Fiction based on truth
Categories:
showmanship, confidence, courage, dream,
Form:
Verse