Ambivalence?
Rime Royal
I’m just an ordinary guy.
I do not court publicity.
I avoid the public’s eye.
I prefer anonymity
to being a celebrity.
I’ll never be a household name
Basking in great public acclaim
I watch the passing years go by
Observing others quietly
I see no reason I should try
To make the wide world notice me.
I would prefer that they did not
I am quite happy with my lot.
I’ve heard it said that pigs might fly
There is a possibility.
My work may catch somebody’s eye
Who is prepared to publish me.
Some one who likes my poetry.
I’d like to see my works in print.
Perhaps someone will take the hint.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Who?
Celebrities, it’s plain to see.
Rely upon publicity,
if they’re not in the public eye.
They have to strive to rectify
the situation which they see
as being ignored completely.
That’s why they pull such stupid tricks
and misbehave like lunatics.
The think the public have to be
impressed by a celebrity
Despite the fact he is a fool
who has done nothing as a rule.
Except to court publicity,
which he must do assiduously
Or disappear from public view.
Nobody cares what happens to
celebrities who used to be.
World famous but no longer are
their place usurped by some new star.
They fade into obscurity,
almost as if they’d never been.
No longer part of the Cool scene.
They’re has beens now, not wannabees
With nothing left but memories.
23-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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No Thanks! !
There is no way I’d like to be
somebody else: I quite like me.
I’ll never be a household name
but I am happy just the same.
Content to be ordinary
by no means a celebrity.
I have no wish to seek great fame
to me that is a foolish game.
I know my limits and accept.
I have no reason to expect,
that Lady Luck will smile on me
There is no reason I can see.
Why she should, although she could
or so I’ve always understood
The lady’s known for her caprice.
Although she does not always please
the person who she singles out.
Although entertains no doubt
I only hope she won’t choose me
I’m happy to be ordinary.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Choices
i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.
i prefer strawberry jam
to raspberry
mind you
raspberry is tasty
but it's got all those seeds
and i prefer strawberry.
i prefer mustard
to mayonaisse
mind you mayonaisse has it's place
amongst condiments
but is likely to go bad
if left out to long
and poison everyone
so on the whole i prefer mustard.
i prefer cooked meat
to raw meat
for much the same reason
as i prefer mustard to mayonaisse
although it also has to do
with the fact that i don't
like my meat to bleat
or moo or make chicken noises (BAGOCK!)
when i eat
so i tend to avoid the raw
though mind you
the meat that i prefer
may at some time have been raw.
i prefer not to say
why i think so
but i do
and i suppose it's all
just a matter of taste
so if you'd prefer to think so
then crunchy is better
than smooth
even if it does interfere
with the texture of the
peanut butter
and jelly (strawberry) sandwich
which ought to be somewhat
devoid of substance
merely a sticky sweet something
to fill your stomach
put mayonaisse on it
if you like
i'd prefer not to think about it.
poem by Laura Sewell
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I Was Prepared To Boycott Ignorance
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
If I made a poster and picketed with it...
Those who couldn't read...
Would not get incensed.
And the ones politically aware,
Might become offended...
As an attack upon their pretensions.
And some who knew exactly what I meant...
Would avoid me like I was diseased,
With a plague they would prefer not to share.
This awareness for them is best kept ignored.
Not made a public fanfare.
I was prepared to boycott ignorance,
But decided against it.
Too many would perceive me,
To be its advocate.
And more of it would be solicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Sings
Nobody sings.........
And goes largely unnoticed in a crowd
He doesn't crave affection, attention
Fame or celebrity
He is proud of his roots, of being 'a nobody'
It means he is free
To live simply
quietly and be,
Himself
Most importantly
Like an unspoilt day
In an artists gaze
Unframed
Never twice the same
But being 'ordinary '
Means always longing to be 'somebody'
Famous
Powerful
A ttractive
Bright
The 'ordinary' wannabe a 'somebody'
Not out of sight...but always SEEN,
They cleave to ideas of 'celebrity'
Cheap cosmetic alterations
Achieved on higher purchase
Cloning serf for 'SELF'
[they are never free....being 'ordinary']
They feel lost on the shelf!
The perpetual victim who,
Drew the short straw
destabilised
Always wanting more.
But the 'somebody'
Always wants to be 'somebody else'
Never satisfied
Discontent
The somebody wants more and more
Without relent,
More fame
More notice
More cars and money
More easy uncomplicated love
More adoration
Infatuation
From the 'powers above'
Being 'somebody ' means
[You are never free]
To catch a plane or bus
Without a fuss
A face in the paper
Or on T.V
Being somebody
Means always wanting more
Unsure of what it is [exactly]
Somebody's become a bore
Predictable saboteurs of their own 'ascent'
Relentless in their' perfect argument'
They 'fix a face' for every public event
And become the architects of their own
Very public 'descent'
Blaming pressure of fame
Drugs and booze
Childhood trauma
Domestic abuse
Later they return
Dogs to their own vomit
With cash in,
Tell alls
confessionals
And talk shows
And daily journals
And finally their own column
Or show
Being a somebody means always wanting more
They are unsure of exactly what this is though?
Not really free just to be
'They' are always coming back for more
So being a nobody is much easier by far
Simply living your life
Being who you are
Not some faded has been/wannbe 'star'! !
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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I know who I am.
I slept and in my sleep I dreamt.
I must abandon my attempt
To achieve worldly success
There is no one I need impress.
With a display of luxuries.
I only have myself to please.
I do not care what people say
I choose to live in my own way
I see no reason to court fame.
I'll never be a household name.
Though some may find it curious
I'd rather be anonymous.
Than subject to publicity
Like some well known celebrity.
Friday,20 April 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Modern Poets And Modern Poetry
Modern poets and modern poetry seem far too complex to understand
For such as I a common labourer from the boglands of Ireland
Though whether it be good or not so it is not for me to say
As I'm not a poetry critic and so I'll keep my tongue at bay.
Maybe some of these modern poets are special and the poems they write are great
And maybe they are superior thinkers writing from exalted state
Most poetical critics now acclaim them and prefer the modern style
And 'twould seem that modern style poets are now the in thing and their efforts seem worthwhile.
But for me it's old style ballad, give me good old fashioned rhyme
To the modern style of poetry I'd prefer it every time
Like I say I'm just a labourer from the boglands of Ireland
And the complex modern style of poetry is far too hard for me to understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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This persistence as private firms continued because it ensured the maximum of anonymity and secrecy to persons of tremendous public power who dreaded public knowledge of their activities as an evil almost as great as inflation.
quote by Carroll Quigley
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Publicity is a great purifier because it sets in action the forces of public opinion, and in this country public opinion controls the courses of the nation.
quote by Charles Evans Hughes
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Publicity, publicity, publicity is the greatest moral factor and force in our public life.
quote by Joseph Pulitzer
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Daydreamer
I'm a daydreamer
I dream away
Another dream
Another day
I can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
To take a nap
And slip into
Another world
Another view
I can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
What is the use in being
Unhappy with the truth
When you can just go to sleep
And revert back to your youth
Happy times
Happy days
Get rid of wrinkles
Get rid of greys
Can't quite cope with the real world
I would prefer
To dream
To daydream
To dream away
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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And the American public was able to make up their own mind whether this verdict was a just verdict or not. So I think there's a lot of value in the public being able to see how the system works or doesn't work, so I think there's a definite value there.
A Notorious Scribbler's property
-Notice of sale at public Auction-
Notice is hereby given that the following mentioned property will be sold at Public Auction on the 30th of November,2009 at or after8.30 A.M.
The sale will be conducted at Lower depths, Happy ending Road, Missing Island, Zip 12345.
The Manor in the thick jungle
A skeleton of a Dinosaur
Clothing, furniture and other household items.
Abandoned stable and Cocoa fields
A brass kennel (Who slept there on full moon days when he was drunk)
A Library without books(The books already sold in rough climates)
A boat without oars and a large World Map that highlighted his lonely journeys.
His unfinished novel titled as 'The Abortion rights and a poor Eunuch'
dedicated to a Homeless.
*To Louis Armstrong for his beautiful song 'What a Wonderful World'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Never cry for failure
Why at all I should dream for unreal things?
When there is no such possibility for something
I am here in form of human being and that is only fact
Who may feel for me and guide to the noble act?
“No one may” be the ultimate answer to the question
It has found several times the burning desire with mention
The relation is built till the attainment of some real worth
It was not at all considered and was coming forth
The world is nor for wicked and weak
Your struggle and work in volumes must speak
The world may take note only when it is sang all over
You will need then no help or any cover
The world can be bent to your choice
As you are now powerful with your voice
Your word is having some weight and means
Everybody is realizing your worth and somehow leans
You have never cried for failure
It had made your life miserable and very unsure
Still you kept on struggling with full determination
You have every reason to smile at the result of examination
It is not the wealth that you inherit from parent
Your talent and usefulness may look apparent
When you resume to work or come to the public notice
They will towards you with hope and full of promises
You can call it a day of resurrection
Not of repentance but reward for actions
World has taken a note of your contribution
As man you have stood alone for real distribution
All great visionaries were ordinary individual
They took it as challenge and treated as casual
Nothing seemed to them torturous or unusual
They kept simple life as means and ideals
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Outstandingly average.
Outstandingly average.
I’m extraordinarily
ordinary. My only claim
to fame is my normality
I’ll never be a household name.
Nor do I think I’d want to be.
A bit player in life’s game
I do not court publicity
I ask for neither praise nor blame.
I’ll settle for obscurity.
I have no goal for which I aim.
I am content to simply
be a spectator of life’s game.
Express my views in poetry
To no effect quite probably.
Wednesday,13 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Undervalued for Friend Leslie Alexis
Some gain fame undeservedly
The spot light of publicity
can transform a nonentity
into a new celebrity.
Like shooting stars across the sky
they brightly glow and quickly die.
They do not last although they try
Because there is no reason why.
They achieved fame in the first place.
They disappear and leave no trace.
Becoming just another face
amongst the teeming human race.
Replaced by some other would be
famous well known celebrity.
Selected by the powers that be
who can control publicity.
What makes me really furious
they have nothing to offer us.
At least nothing that’s serious
They act the fool and make a fuss.
The worship of celebrities
is a modern age disease.
Which fills me with a vague unease
It may be that I’m hard to please.
I must admit that it is true
Perhaps you think the way I do
I’m sure that there are many who
don’t get the recognition due.
Whilst some so called celebrity
receives unearned publicity
The heroes we don’t hear or see
languish in obscurity.
Nobody seems to recognise
the little men the working guys
are worth more than celebrities
who gained their fame by blatant lies.
6-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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No Memo From You Did I Receive
What would 'you' prefer?
That I pretend I am not a writer,
With an interest that is expressed.
Or would you prefer I stay within boundaries,
Your mind has restricted to your limitedness?
Or would you prefer,
I reflect more of what you suspect I should be?
And would your suspicions have their development,
Centered from your perceptions?
Either way,
No memo from you did I receive.
And I admit,
Guessing is not what I do best.
And the only tests I 'prefer' to pass,
Are my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The performances of my works in the last 10 years are probably equal to all the previous years put together. There are so many venues now and there is a completely new public for opera that's grown up outside of the traditional core opera public.
quote by Carlisle Floyd
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As far as being in the spotlight and under public scrutiny, a lot of that's about how much you put yourself out there. It's not like we go to every premiere and every celebrity function and every charity auction. We really just try to maintain our privacy and never let our public persona get out of hand.
quote by Reese Witherspoon
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