I’m a poet. I’m a singer. A painter with no brush. An acrobat walking on a tight rope high above the tent floor. The stage is my canvas. My words are the paint. The microphone my instrument and the applause my reward. The stairs the tight rope and all around the laughing clowns. Yes I am a poet, a singer, an acrobat and a painter. I am all of this and more.
Wanting to touch your heart. To scare you and make you laugh. Yes I am all of this and more. The stage is my canvas. But I would love more
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Oh my goodness. Thank you ever so much.
This was of many first poems that I wrote in the beginning.
I know the feeling of coming off stage after 3 encores .... to nothing!
A real feeling of loneliness,... and wishing there was more. Well penned. You certainly hit me in the guts with this one.
Sorry. No hurt was intended
Can you put music to this poem.
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Meno, what you are is an ARTIST, entertainer, thought provoker, emotion inducer, and humorist. Love to read your work.
Thank you kindly
Your poem is lovely, wish I could see you perform on stage I'm sure it would be an amazing performance
If my poetry could be brought to live with music it would be fantastic
I, too, have had a taste of performing, and the feeling of the connection you make with the audience is intoxicating ... never leaves you, does it. Enjoyed your fine poem, meno!
I would love to publish a book someday. I have many is rough draft form. Would like love to share poems like this one. And making money from it would be nice too. But reaching peoples heart would be wonderful
Good write, may your canvas be filled with words of colour.
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