MICHAEL JACKSON OF POETRYA Poem by DBURKE
When I grab my pen
I can see the spotlights pop on Everything is silent The world anticipates my words I allow my pen to touch the blank palate The palate a metaphor for the mind The mind a metaphor for an audience As expression flows Excitement builds The silence broken by the thoughts Makes me moonwalk across lines And throw my glitter glove in the air As I have given it my best Minds go wild Another great performance Different from the rest Leaving eager minds Starving for more Encore! © 2010 DBURKEReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 18, 2010 Last Updated on October 18, 2010 AuthorDBURKEAboutMy name is D.Burke. I was born and raised in Milwaukee WI. I write fiction horror/thrillers and poetry. I decided to pursue my writting career after the tragic loss of my eight year old daughter. My f.. more..Writing
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