Performance

Performance

I wonder what you think about performance
Self consciences that’s a self residence
Its not only there for tournaments
Daily expected requirements
What are likes and what are resentments

Do you worry about your sexual performance
Or maybe life’s opulence
How much is left of life’s innocence
Or all your misjudgements
Have you really enjoyed life’s enjoyments

Rabbi’s, preachers, vicars, pop stars
I ask myself are they all performers
From teenyboppers to religious goers
Music to story tellers
Believers to unbelievers

At some point in life we all perform
I wonder if that comes from a brainstorm
Are we the glorifiers
Or is life just winners and losers
Secretly unknown, unheard performers

Do you remember your best performance
Dancing in front of your mirror
In your own world of brilliance
Flirting with your reflection, trying to look sexier
And none of us have really forgotten those days either

22/01/2014 22:26 Copy write Jonathan Danyali

Written for Århus poetry club, the monthly theme was Performance __________________

I've come across some performers in my time....

I shall say no more   

Ladygenie wrote:

I've come across some performers in my time....

I shall say no more   

gawd am I glad you didn't say you came across some sandwiches ... 

   only frankfurters  

Ladygenie wrote:

   only frankfurters  

you have been a sandwich between frankfurters then ?   
























 

Only in a hotdog roll with a dollop of mustard and ketchup  

Every month one is given a Word, that one has to make a poem about, and we were all given just one day, its a weedy i know. Not long ago Tommy Steele was over here (do you remember him) and he was on a show and he told that everytime he came to Copenhagen all he did was go from one hot dog stall to another, give him credit the crowd love it, when he sung Little White bull. now if anyone is still awake......