‘Here come some more of them
Plenty of little kids too
Time to put on our funny faces
Entertain them for a while’
‘Chase each other round and round
Make lots of high-pitched sounds
Swing from vine to vine, almost falling
Miraculous recoveries our signature calling’ ...
Like clowns in a circus, they put on quite a show
Yet what’s in a monkey’s heart, no one really knows
Romancing the silver screen
Setting a million hearts ablaze
Through amorous dreams
Of actors lost in
Love, desire and longing
A make-believe that entertains
Takes us on flights of fantasy
With a clap of the clapperboard
A professional obligation begins
That ends with wrapping up the scene.
Say hello to my little friend!
I sit them on my lap.
The stage is ours for us to lend
Towards you as you clap.
Following this brief applause,
My friend and I converse.
Much difference between our jaws
And dialogue disperse.
Normal as I speak my lines
In verbal application.
As my friend talks, there are signs
Of voice exaggeration.
The words are mine - as they unwind,
My lips almost in seal.
This procedure, you will find
Is there for your appeal.
Any movement from my friend
Is simply improvised
By my hand in styled trend...
Pre-planned and devised.
Our purpose is to entertain
For more applause there after...
Aiming to avoid disdain
And to promote your laughter.
Postman Pat and Fireman Sam,
Ballamory and Desperate Dan,
Thomas the Tank and Winnie the Pooh.
Hours of fun that entertain you.
Bob the Builder and Rolly Mo,
Rosie and Jim as they come and go
Georgie Shrinks and Tigger too.
These are the favourites that entertain you.
Little Red Tractor and Fifi Flower,
Dora the Explorer and the Troll that glowers,
Swiper the Fox and Lions in a zoo.
These are the things that entertain you.
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
"The sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul"
Earth Seeks to Entertain
No sound pleases me like falling rain.
When it drums on my roof
It banishes my every pain.
Its little drops both cheer and sooth.
When it hisses majestically out there
And I'm keeping warm indoors
It makes me want to show I care
And I thank the heavens, its source.
Thunder also talks to me
Whether it growls, rumbles or cracks.
Of greatness an epitome
Alone such awesome power packs!
Waterfalls are no less wondrous,
Especially when they are multiple.
Their clamour is continuous,
Playing for us a natural fiddle.
Out in the veld when I hear a croak
From the husky throat of a crow
It dresses my soul like a cloak
And I think: "What a show!"
There's a myriad of healthful sounds
That Earth seeks to entertain with.
The list of these knows no bounds:
Sounds of Earth that scare or sooth!
Date written: 8/20,2022
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He can entertain himself for hours
We saw what she meant when we spied on him
He was four, the ideal age for garnishing make believe
He doesn’t need toys? We asked his mother
He creates worlds out of his imagination, she replied.
Give him sticks, moss, leaves, a feather or two.
It is amazing what he will do with them.
He came in for lunch but barely had time to talk.
I am building a zoo and a circus out there, he told us.
The ringmaster is annoyed that I came in for lunch.
What kinds of animals do you have in your zoo?
Llamas, penguins, polar bears and dragons, he said.
I remembered for a minute that I used to be able to do this.
Create my own world with bits of fluff I found on the ground.
I wanted to run out there and play with him, so asked.
Sure, he said, but you have to watch out for the ring master.
He has a mean temper. I figured I could handle him.
The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,
We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty.
It was just me and my brother ages four and six,
We tried to dig to China with a shovel and sticks.
Into the hole my brother presses down his ear,
Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear.
Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking,
Dig further down son, you might see them walking.
How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained,
Though times were hard, we never heard her complain.
My children live in luxury with every electronic game,
If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
They wait their turn,
Watching from the sidelines.
Cheerfully chattering, they speak,
Perhaps of weather.
Then suddenly they’re off!
Swooping down, they glide,
Wings extended in crucifix,
They brake. Alighting softly
Onto the pavement.
Here there are seeds scattered.
Tossed each day by a frail hand
From the porch above.
There is a bond here. An understanding.
Food for song.
Cheaper than cable TV,
At times more entertaining.
They finish now. They’ve had their fill.
They launch together,
Land together,
Watch and wait together,
From the bushes at the side
Of the pavement below the porch.
Tomorrow the hand will come again
To pay them for their song.
My family is busy, so I leave them alone.
They have young children all over the place.
Did they call? An old guy asks me daily, hourly, every second.
I roll my eyes. He has never taken care of children. He does not get it.
Are they coming over this weekend? I ignore him.
It is tiring answering the same thing over and over and over.
They have plenty to do, I tell him. They do not have to entertain us.
Of course, it would be great to have someone to entertain him.
I need some attention he says.
He is a four-year-old living in a sixty-eight-year-old body.
Sorry, I think. I do not entertain old guys.
Never have.
Never will
Because I can entertain myself.
E-uphoric
V-ertical
E-xpression
L-ets
Y-our
N-ame
M-eaningfully
A-pply
C-onnotation
A-s
W-ords
I-n
L-oveliness
E-ntertain
Topic: Birthday of Evelyn H. Macawile (March 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-reetings
R-ightfully
A-pply
C-heerful
E-vent's
N-atal
O-ccasion
T-oday
A-s
R-egards
T-ruly
E-ntertain
Topic: Birthday of Grace Notarte (March 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-irthday
E-xpressions
L-et
L-ines
E-ntertain
B-y
R-igjtfully
I-mplementing
O-ne
N-ame's
E-xceptional
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Belle M. Briones (March 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 15, 2020
L-et
O-ne
V-erse
E-ntertain
L-etting
Y-our
N-ame
I-mplement
N-ote
A-s
M-essage
E-mploys
L-ines
I-n
T-houghtfulness
A-nd
N-atal
T-heme's
E-xcellence
Topic: Birthday of Lovely Niña B. Melitante (February 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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