Courtesans of the arts of many schools
Through out time- all end up finding to-
Find it’s a pathway of vanity
Scratching, creeping our way to no where
Scraping clay to mold it into sculptures
Painting it with flesh alive colors
Drawing eyes that follow, to find they walk away
Sparkling flints in orifices of written oracles
Cutting pretty costumes, sewing with fine threads
Mixing vials and oils of sensual scents
WE the artesian learn to take a bow
To merely get a curtsey-
Everybody is an art critic
They will cut you to the core
You learn to not hear their hurts
To hurt no more--
We do it all for free, none of us are paid
And when we are it’s a day of feasting
Rejoicing ends fast the next day
We are scratching, hungry
For some cash- then we are
In famines, can’t pay the bills
Waiting for the pay load
That never comes-
We learn to be happy
For a beggars, begging crumbs
It’s a battle of egos in need,
We all want to be famous
To find fame has no need of me, thee
Thinking we are brilliant
To find others wrote our words
Some of them stealing others
Heard them too-
Working hard to fix it
We sand it some more
To find another-
Sculpting a master piece
people prefer some others verse
Doesn’t matter if your good
Or you’re the great epiphany
Finding you are always
At the bottom of a ladder to no where
Even if your on top, there isn’t
Any pudding in a world
that’s full of flops
It’s a vow of poverty, to rise and fall
Again and again, it’s a party of vanity
Fighting your own, to never win
So, we paint more pictures
Sharpening up our pens
We quill the spoken word
And fight until the end
Hoping through our gateway
We learn the rule of a green thumb
Write for the future and believe
You have already won
Leaving bits of pieces
You dug and molded in clay
Scrapes of little papers
Sculpting, drawing, painting it paper shattered
To be eaten by blind mice’s
Leaving nothing but a bit of our soul
Working harder, and harder
Watching our selves grow old
Painting some pictures ugly
Drawing many pretty, and a few maybe brilliant
At last we learn the secret
We are humbled courtesans
Of a dying – already
Mastered art.
So, we just keep working
Being happy for today
And pray the words we have written
Is not just another brain fart.
Try to be original
Looking through piles
Of our own written muck
We pray and pray
To get better
Hoping, in humility
What we do was
ART?
Written 1st drat 11;18AM
Note to any readers: I am really busy right now canning my vegetables, drying herbs etc.
If anyone wants me to read their poetry
Please invite me-
Spend personally very little time online-
And most likely will not read unless you invite me or comment
That way I know you are using your valuable time on me and I return the favor-
My time is very limited and I do have to do other things to earn a living
Some days I do not get online at all or work on my website
This is garden season I work outside and have many projects going now. more online in winter, I am also up for review for something right now- much I write is never shown.
Showing online any poetry is a test market procedure, also I do want to note that I really do copyright my work, many of the things I do write has been written I also time
And date all notes of things written have since the 1980’s and it is highly suggested that every artist of any school should always time and date notes to prove
Inventor ship - I also do purse any infringements-
Original words and verses are very hard find
Often without realizing it people read things, pick them up, hear them on TV or songs movies and too often I read poems that are words well know or sayings
I read many things on many networks and I keep reading the same stuff
If you are truly serious about being a poet it is highly advised to study copyrights, trademarks - this information is free online. And the masters of old books
There you find the coolest stuff and inspirations-
Be original that is how you do get noticed, published and if you are eventually
You do get notice, this is honest I am just now getting where I feel I have
More original thoughts to say and it has taken many years-
No matter what we think, there is always someone better at every art-
You just keep trying and if you want it bad enough sooner or later every dog has their day?
Have a really wonderful day!
Peace be with you all!
Your blue rose
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