Subject Poetry Contest.

You go, Moonbird! :wave::wave::wave:

Okay guys, I'm expecting a lot of interesting poems out of this one.

The next subject is........................... Mimes.

I'll set the deadline for January 15. Good luck!

They watch Bill's face, his legs, his hands.
He don't need words. He's understood.
He wonders if his Sally stands
Among the crowd. He knows he should
Make sure his heart stays off display
Since Sally left him yesterday.

Way to start us off, YesNo :)

We Are The Haunted

Silence

becomes you

white faced

like a whisper

contorted within
your own illusions

a phantom

moving black & white
photographs

without memories

haunting the streets
in muted
constructed
realities

without escape

Ooh, spooky-sounding poem, Dark Muse.

Okay guys, 5 days left until the deadline!

What is the point, and who has the time
To give his attention to the lowly mime?

With his painted face and his stupid clothes
He's a clown in a world nobody knows.

Annoying and foolish, he does not entertain;
His presence isn't wanted, his actions are vain.

[A sort of sonnet you're not allowed to read out loud]

Across central park, he knew that there was
another mime, no mere competition.
Had he but words enough and time, he'd cuss
the other off, and scoff each position.

In rage, he could cage her, locked in a box,
or blow her away like a winter gail.
He would not forgive how she lived for gawks
of HIS crowds! Such mox was beyond the pale!

Any mime worth his stripes knows to do shows
where another mime goes is a high crime
to be punished by hanging from the toes.
Yet within earshot she stood e'ry time!

"What's this?" He thought, as she lassoed him near.
Softly, she asked "Want to go for a beer?"

Thanks to both of you for your posts.

Also: Dark Muse, is "We Are The Haunted" this first line of your poem or its title?

Is the title of the poem

ONLY A MEMORY

My lips are sealed
but you could always read them anyway

My fingers make as if to catch
some flickering shadow
but too late now all is smoke

My arms hold onto spaces
where you stood
but never tight enough to trap your centrifugal molecules

I fabricate a smile
my grin forever etched upon a map of sorrow

I shed no tears
and yet their traces gossamer my cheeks

I take another bow
now there is no applause

H

seems much more fun here, i post one too

Mimes

They call him clown
A person walking a tightrope in the air
Because of lack of experience
He almost falls off to the ground
But soon control his body and mind
Reenter the play difficult
They are a group of onlookers
Sometimes amazed by
His outstanding performance
But more of a gloating mentality
Waiting for his poor fate
They never realize
When he stands overhead
They become of his mimes

another piece:

Am I The One?

I take this poem
You wrote for me
No addressing, no hinting
But I still try to find my trace
Applaud secretly
Delight stealthily
Oh! Am I the one
Who you miss very much?

The Mime

Trapped in a box
Invisible to others
Alone on the street
Using makeup to cover
The lines from tears shed
The agony inside
Leaning on nothing
For most of my life
I make people laugh
But they never see
Beyond the funny motions
A broken heart beats

Pendragon

We have some great entries here! I will post the results tomorrow in case anyone has a last-minute submission today.