Best Talent Poems
Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
As Ella Fitzgerald told us, 'Sammy's pure talent' distilled
November 07, 2019
Your Favorite Artist Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Notes:
1. See 'The Birth of the Blues,' (movie) c. 1955, b & w,
to view Sammy's exceptional singing, trumpet
playing, and tap-dancing ability. (4:39 clip)
2 See 'Tap,' (movie clip) 1981, to view Gregory Hines,
a remarkable tapper himself, in awe of Sammy's
(and his friends') tap-dancing.
3 See clip of 'Ed Sullivan Show,' 1964, (3 minutes,
27 seconds) to see Ella introduce Sammy as 'pure
talent,' and then to view their incredible jazz singing.
if I had only
one message to leave
it would be
to love yourself enough
and in such a way
to make the most
of your many talents
to pursue
your every dream
if I had only
one gift to leave you
it would be a magical cloak
to protect your heart and soul
from all disparaging negativity
so you would never veer from
living all your dreams
Published in my photo/poetry book ~IF ONLY~ 2019
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 13, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 11 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on December 2, 2018
While doing my daily internet loop
I read some poems at Poetry Soup
Some souls were bared
Emotions shared
By a wonderfully talented group
So many unknowns are gathered together
Brandishing their talents without a tether
Notable skills
From gifted quills
Flocking together like birds of a feather
Whether mundane or totally bizarre
Through words they express just who they are
Some young, some old
Some shy, some bold
Each as marvelous as a shooting star
To the nameless owners of this great site
Thank you for giving our poetry flight
No longer adrift
Because of your gift
You are the beacon that brings us to light
The mellow chords of a cello draw tears:
as its bow vibrates a combo of strings.
And when that sound found its way to my ears:
it tore my heart apart and clipped my wings.
The violin, akin to the fiddle,
expresses cheers and fears within its pitch.
And, I find my mind teased by a riddle
granted an hour of power to bewitch.
French horns, like brass thorns, both piercing and sharp,
float above each note, and I'm left reeling.
And the sweet bleat of a lingering harp
haunts and taunts with a heavenly feeling.
Music, on the whole, leaves my soul in awe;
every sound, bound to the conductor's will.
Perfect, and yet imperfect, like scrimshaw,
a way to convey both talent and skill.
Hey Mister Tom Cunningham,
You are definitely the man,
Your poetic talents reaching far,
Your taste buds tantalized by a
Marmite jar!
sun, your brushstrokes
in golden honey cloak;
pencil, brush, chalk,
or charcoal all faux
cannot capture your talent.
colour, shadow, or life fluent
taken seriously,
stuck in still-life beauty,
but the present, sunny.
3/17/2020
Talent is when you know how to do something
without any understanding of why or how you do it
Talent is automatic, talent is enthusiasm, talent is pure love of doing
She comes in all shapes and sizes
She falls out of the sky
She tweaks your nose
She is playful and friendly
Talent is your best friend
But sometimes your worst enemy
if your talent is something everyone needs
but no one wants to pay for.
Talent is excitement, talent is love, talent is hope.
Talent is obvious, but sometimes not to you.
However, to everyone around you.
Let's look to the land of Legerdemain
locale with surprises by sleight-of-hand.
Cards, coins, magic wands tax one's eyes and brain;
absorbed, we watch street performers grandstand.
Legerdemain - skullduggery pre-planned,
audience rapt in magic so diverse
assistants can pinch your wallet or purse.
True talent of prestidigitation
would never aid legerdemain’s perverse
misuse of skillful manipulation.
March 22, 2020
entry in Beth Evans' Delightful Dizains
Some people are bored.
I am not.
Some people live the same day every day.
I don’t.
Some people never change their opinions.
I do.
Some people have not picked up a book since high school or college.
I am not one of those.
Some people do not believe in life-long learning.
I do.
Some people like to clean.
I don’t.
Some people stay with one political party or one religion because it was their parents’.
Laugh.
Some people are garage-door opener sellers because their mom was a garage-door opener seller.
Really?
Some people never find out that they are a cartoonist, a poet, a painter, a gardener.
I did.
Some people live the same day every day.
Exactly as their parents did.
Other people live a fresh new day, every day.
The bound out of bed, delighted to be wearing mismatched socks, both fluffy of course.
They pop into their stretch pants, and their saggy, baggy, comfy, sixteen-year-old favorite Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and they head for their art studio.
Or they run to their office and plunk themselves down with a coffee or a tea and a piece of pie or something equally delectable, and they begin to write or draw or throw glitter in the air.
Guess which one I am?
She never knew she had them
that the basket had been placed
upon her past and future
by the color of her face
He gazed upon the sunrise
at the shadows walking thin
entering the schoolhouse
but they wouldn’t let him in
She had no shoes – no fancy dress
could not read the hymnals prayers
sat outside as music played
a welcome to soothsayers
He wore a ring of ever-dirt
from which he sought release
razor eyes forever searching
bringing hunger to the feast
Their talents were the seeds that fell
upon harsh and bitter ground
gifts that withered on the vine
a talents loss forever bound
contest - The Parable of the Talents
sponsor – Holly Hippocampus
©10/5/2018
raw buried talent
unexploited potential
treasure abandoned
AP: 1st place 2020
posted on April 7, 2018
God gave me talents and abilities to use!
The love he blessed me with. I wouldn’t refuse!
I wanted to use what was given. I really did!
I had no idea this would change how I live!
I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession.
Using my God given talent was my obsession!
People from church listened. It didn’t seem to matter.
There was too much “business”, “gossip” and “chatter”
I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart.
I could tell he didn’t care…
Right from the start!
In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried.
There were many nights I laid awake and cried!
In my efforts to use God’s talents, I often felt alone.
I didn’t want to go anywhere. I stayed at home.
I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me!
But I was alone now… It was so plain to see!
The many from church that I thought were my “friend.”
Would often criticize me again and again!
They told me that I wasn’t good at what I wanted to do.
“How could God use somebody like you???”
God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down…
He filled me with his spirit.
His presence was all around!
He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could.
Everything I was going through... He understood!.
I’ve been able to share his mercy and love that he’s given!
His power and grace have
changed how I’m livin’!
I don’t need others “permission” for the talents I received.
His will in my life is what I aim to achieve!
His word and love have blessed me within!
I’ll do anything for my savior and friend!
By Jim Pemberton
Most things are natural,
even for the one who is unique
It can be extremely difficult
and discover your own talents
You may still be highly competitive,
but now you're competing to win new business
Take very close note of moments like this
In a perfect world, everyone would get to use their strengths
15.07.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I should tell you before I begin
I don’t have any talent.
When I sing, I sound like a parrot,
on my toes, I cannot balance.
But I’ve a story to tell,
if you’ll listen for a while.
It’s a story, I think, that
will make you smile.
When I was a little girl
my mama said to me,
“You’re going to be a singer,
you’ll even hit high C.”
No matter how hard I tried
I simply couldn’t do it,
every time I opened my
big fat mouth I blew it
I wanted to sing like an angel
but I knew I’d never make it.
Mama said that if’ I didn’t,
she’d grab my neck and break it.
So I practiced half my life away,
till mama said, ”We 'll try ballet.”
It really hurts to make this confession,
the dance teacher changed her profession.
When I was only ten years old
my outgrown shoes fit granny,
and when I tried a graceful leap
I fell right on my fanny.
So Mama bought a piano
and said I must learn to play.
She dreamed of listening
to my recital someday.
But what mama didn’t figure
about her precious creation,
was my short fat fingers
and my lack of coordination.
So I grew up to be a writer
What else could I do?
and what 're my children doing -
voice lessons, piano, and ballet too.