Stephen Loomes

Rookie - 162 Points (21ST JUNE 1950 / SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA)

On A Queue To Fame - Poem by Stephen Loomes

I love the idea of a contest
Where you can win a lot of money
That will bring out the best
Even the “respected” will enter
Yet for me, the idea of writing my own ticket
Committing my numbers
To a blank page
Black images on the white horizon
Of other conscious minds
Is so exciting
Because every body loves to win
And this a prize with money and fame
My quiet world will never be the same
And respect as the bounty to be had
Why it is enough to bring out “gold-fever”
In even the most palsied-shrinking poetic brow
Oh but fail to win and none will know
So little to lose so much to gain
The allure of the gamble
The risk where not much is on the line
Then there are consolation prizes
Where I would happily forgive anonymity
To be on the long-list or better still the short
Might even get my photo in the public domain
Muse smugly on the spelling of my name
Telling those I meet I was on a queue to fame.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 28, 2013


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