Walking blind through life I failed to see,
That the weeping willow actually weeped for me .
The moon sailing slowly across the midnight sky.
Birds soaring up so high ,
you can barely see them fly .
This was as a living screen.
Nothing like it, had I ever seen.
Fish jumping, playing in a brook.
I sat down the forgotten book.
Cause anywhere I cared to look ,
new sights I was being fed.
Not alone in my head.
Didn't need to turn no page ,
To see all nature was one big stage.
Each life preforming their own little scene.
Like something from a dream.
From my eyes it brought a tear .
Gave me this feeling of peaceful cheer.
The moon up in the sky
It beams light , filling every eye.
Life is the heartbeat of this living stage .
With nature ,you never have to turn the page.
Categories:
preforming, anger,
Form: Rhyme
We’re told of your peaceful philosophies
yet hear your voice of hate,
As we wonder what kind of fools you mistake us for
You champion the cause of human rights
And preach how we should love
Yet it’s evident your simple mind
Know’s not what it’s speaking of
You insult those to the right of you
With obscenities and bias claim
Telling followers to hate the rich
Because somehow they’re to blame....
for children without fathers -
and mothers who love their drugs
You preach your words of justice
While praising violence done by thugs
Having murders in the streets,,,
and hungry homeless is not cool
But blaming successful people
Are the rantings of a fool
Corporations are made of people
Who go to work each and every day
Preforming the task required of them
Because they have bills to pay
Instead of bringing unity
Showing pathways which will work
You encourage riots in the streets
Proving you are just a jerk
Where does your ignorant bias end
Categories:
preforming, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Crows love an audience, not with people but with the gentle folk and others of their own kind .
and if their lucky it would be with jet her self.
My wife has taken to wearing heavy shoes upon my pleading because of the fondness the crows have for her skinny self ,
It doesn’t take a lot to make a crow laugh .
One just has to know what to say or do ,
My wife being such a weedy woman and I suspect part genetically related too the gentle folk anyway,
only has to turn sideways and appears to vanish from their noble view .
this has your average murder in stitches.
I’ll hear a fading squeal of delight as my thin woman is carried up aloft into the branches by and to preform for said murder .
I’m the one who has to rope up and retrieve my preforming wife every valiant time ,
if crows can shrug a dismissal ‘then that’s the very thing that greets me for my intrusion when I eventually reach the crown of that great oak
and then breathlessly exclaim “really “
So that is why
‘it’s always heavy shoes to be worn outside please (for her ),
as a way of deterring that ancient
Black feathered
Fan base abducting my thin wife ( Again).
Categories:
preforming, best friend, cat, earth
Form: Bio
You fell for a punchline
when someone’s telling a joke.
You spoke to an undercover cop
trying to buy some coke.
You like repeating quotes,
spoken words,
You wish you wrote…
You see when a poet speaks
words are spoken.
You listen with your heart,
and your nose is open.
Right this minute preforming my pro’s
the metaphor went over your head,
look there is goes.
Giving you the urge
to daydream, meditate and reflect.
You like the way it tickles your intellect.
Now in retrospect
it has that effect,
my words put your
Hearing in check.
But wait!
No disrespect,
with my words
you’re in the zone.
I got your number
and I’m ringing the phone.
Like a businessman
that became a crook.
Now that you’re a little curious
and want to hear
A second helping from the book…
You don’t know it yet,
but your mind is hooked.
You fell for a punchline
when someone’s told a joke.
You spoke to a millionaire
and found out he was broke.
Categories:
preforming, humor, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
He goes by the name of Dizzy, for he is a dancing dervish
On the banjo his fingertips always pick’n a lively tune
His mama was from Dixie and his papa was a busking man
They lived a simple life sharing music on the streets
Or playing the lowland bars on a rowdy Thursday night
Now Dizzy is bent and even a bit stooped, all grizzled with grey
A slow shuffling man whose hard luck never got him down
Every Friday noon you’ll find him sitt’n with the AA folks
Following along and do’n the steps, his banjo playing a song
Then he heads off downtown to his favorite corner spot
Dizzy remembers his papa preforming here not many years ago
As his fingers tingle to feel the vibrations on the strings
He releases the notes of the banjo’s twang and his little jig step
He bows to the memory of his mama, blowing her a little kiss
He’s the last of his family and his name is Dizzy Danny Dubois
Categories:
preforming, imagery, music,
Form: Free verse
Not a more beautiful sight to see then two dancing on ice
holding each others hand while bowing to the crowd
Starting their harmonic swings with such grace and harmony
Then twirling and spinning with loop jumps through the air
Catching her with only inches to spare excitement to much to bear
The sake blades shaving the ice as they create a lutz loop
The edge jump salchow is continued then blended into Axel
While the wind from their speed blows their tassels though the air
With the score of nine all across the board winners they become
Figure Skating is their life a love for ice with beauty beyond compare
The strength and agility involved in preforming such moves while skating
Is underrated by watching the ease they display putting on this ice show
Categories:
preforming, dance, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns
Categories:
preforming, fear, horror, humor,
Form: Rhyme
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus clowns
Categories:
preforming, funny, horror,
Form: Free verse
My radio just went silent
Another episode of mimes
Most of them are reruns
That they play from time to time
I'm pretty sure I've heard this one
Where they're in that tiny box
Not sure if they're trying to get in or out
Either way I wish them luck
I don't know how they do it
Mimes on the radio
Oh listen, it's the pretend to fly off with the umbrella routine
Truly a favorite of them all
You can pick them up on several stations
Though I'm partial to AM59
Out in the middle of nowhere in a rain storm
Seems to me to be the best of times
So if you find yourself in radio silence
Don't reach to change the channel out right
Just sit back and enjoy
The finest in Radio Mime
WAIT A MINUTE...THIS IS CRAZY
Is that three mimes that I don't hear
Preforming the famous Zambolini Mime Trick
In which two mimes died last year
I don't think that I can listen
The silence is killing me
Don't they know what they're attempting
Is pure insanity
Someone tell me when it's over
It can't take the suspense, this heart of mine
For there is nothing more exciting
Than an afternoon of radio mimes
Categories:
preforming, funny, humor,
Form: Free verse
This is the day the Lord has made .
God woke me up to face another day.
I got out of my bed by faith,not knowing if the day will bring peace or dread.
I open up the Bible,to feed upon God’s daily bread,that I may face the day with strength and courage.
That I may be lead around the land mines,my enemy has planted in the battle field I must tread.
That by walking in the Spirit, I will not loose my head, when my enemy’s action cause me to see red.
That people I come across while preforming my job will see I am a follower of Christ, not a hypocritical slob.
This is the day the Lord has made,let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Nov. 03,2011
Categories:
preforming, character, conflict, growth, power,
Form: Free verse