Tag Archives: acting

I Know A Young Barmaid Named Page

I know a young barmaid named Page
With whom I try to engage.
But when I ask her to dance
She says, “you have no chance,
As your bar bill you haven’t paid!”.

I know a young actress named Page
With whom I tried to engage.
But when I asked her to dance
She said, “you have no chance,
Then she threw me off the stage!”.

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Choreographed

She arrives in Jeans.
Changes into a dress.
Does a little to impress
In carefully choreographed scenes,
And departs in jeans.

I am exploring having “My Old Clock” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange

I am exploring having my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” recorded, using Audiobook Creation Exchange (ACX).

ACX allows authors to record their own work and upload to various audio book channels to facilitate it’s sale.

Alternatively authors may advertise for the services of suitable readers using ACX. I have gone down the latter route.

My pitch for a reader to narrate “My Old Clock I Wind” can be found here, https://www.acx.com/titleview/A3EGFIZRP3GE9R.

“My Old Clock” is currently available, in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill, http://moyhill.com/clock/, and as an ebook only from Amazon, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.

Acting

Acting is your forte.
Your part you did play
(Was it really only yesterday)?
So incredibly well
That it was almost impossible to tell
What in your heart did dwell.

It was a mere sinch
To convince
Me you meant no harm.
But your charm
Should have sounded an alarm.
I know you to well
And the slight smell
Of doubt
Ought to have caused me to throw you out.

I suspect
Someone tells you your lines.
While I ought to have seen the signs
There is a grudging respect
For your acting skill.
I wonder will
You fluff a line
One fine day
And stand, tongue tied with nothing to say?

Surely your charm
Can not forever disarm
The suspicion
Of those who should recognise pedition.

Yes, one day you will trip
Slip
And fall off the stage.
The audience will turn
In rage
And learn
Who feeds you those almost perfect lines.

The Play

Sitting on a bench in the school playground
With children milling all around.
Yes, I remember it as though it was yesterday,
The actors came to perform a play.
Me weak
With a longing only half understood.
Unable to speak
And gawkishly shy,
I would
Die
Where I to address
The girl in the summer dress.

I recollect nought of the play
Yet thoughts of the actresses with me stay.
With age
‘Tis said one becomes a sage.
Today
Different actors perform upon the stage
And now my hair is grey
I pay
To see the players play.
As with the actors of yesterday
They too, will fade away.