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Paper Star

Paper Star

Born to a family with great clout,
endued with fame, there was no doubt
she, too, would take the world by storm.
Yet, she went against the norm.

Coached in wit and charm and fame,
she didn’t want to play the game.
Sure of herself, without a doubt,
she felt no need to preen or flout.

She renounced usage of the name
and chose a lifestyle much more tame.
Given a choice, selected knowledge,
studied hard and went to college.

Took lifelong sabbatical
from being brash or radical.
Did not grace the silver screen.
Lived out her life private, unseen.

Avoided fame and tabloid papers,
forwent scandal, Oscars, capers.
Became a mother and a wife.

Gave up fame, but had a life.

Word prompts today are radical, coach, usage, endue and doubt. Image by Markus Spiske on Unsplash. Used with permission.

 

Not Dually Noted

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Not Dually Noted

He was an integral part of his community—
much more notable than either you or me.
With anything that mattered, he was associated.
His social calendar was full. Its pace never abated.

As they unrolled red carpets for notables to  enter,

he always made an effort to be there, front and center.
In short, he was ubiquitous—adept at being seen
in every newspaper column. In every magazine.

Yet when he slipped this mortal coil and reached the pearly gate,
standing at the back of lines became his final fate.

A shock, because the truth of it had not been very quotable:
In heaven, every denizen is considered notable!

 

The prompt words today were anything, integral and effort.

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/02/fowc-with-fandango-anything/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/integral/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/rdp-saturday-effort/

Fame

Fame

I don’t want to be Gwyneth, Julia or Pink,
Madonna, Shakira or Cher.
Their kind of renown is simply too much.
Much more than this woman could bear.

Though there’s no famous person that I’d rather be,
it’s not that I wouldn’t like fame.
It’s just that I want to be known for myself
and not by another one’s name.

I want to be known for my words and my art,
but not by my form or my face.
So I can dine out and walk down the street
without all the bother and chase.

I want to go out for a coffee or tea
and see someone reading my book.
And without her knowing, to study her face,
interpreting how she may look

as she reads every page, be it smile or tear,
I’d be known by my writing alone.
Like watching your child go out in the world
to establish a life of its own.

I want to stand hiddenunknown by the world,
to observe someone viewing my art.
To see if what registers there on his face
is what I’ve revealed of my heart.

Unnoticed, unphotographed and unpursued,
I could walk at my usual pace.
I’d get to the finish in plenty of time
without ever joining the race.

I wrote this poem four years ago, but it is perfect for today’s prompt word of  famous.