To start out let me introduce myself. I'm Spicer Carr, the crazy guy who wears the bow ties, and I love art. I am an actor, singer, dancer, writer, and all around art enthusiast. In this blog I will talk about everything from shows that I have seen, to spotlighting favourite artists, to posting some of my own art, and to start of, I'll post two poems of mine. Now I already posted these ones on my Facebook account, but for those of you who have not read them yet, here there are:
Humpty Dumpty’s Plight By: Spicer W. Carr
“Help! Oh Help!” Cried out the egg shell,
But none listened
They all walked on
Only alarmed at the splat
“Goodness!” They then cried
All the rushed to help
“Help! Oh Help!” Cried out the egg shell,
But none listened
They all walked on
Only alarmed at the splat
“Goodness!” They then cried
All the rushed to help
Trying to pick up fragments of him
But it was too late
“Why are you helping now?” He said
What doth it profited me now?
How can these half-hearted attempts,
To clean up, help me?
“I am already finished,
It is too late
None can help,
But you could have!
“Why did you not?
I called for help,
None replied
“You all were too busy on you ways,
Buying your things,
Meeting your friends,
Not enough time for an egg
“But now in the sight of others,
And a mess on your hands,
You come now to help me
Hoping for praise in this ‘helping’ of me
“You just pick up the pieces,
Hoping it will work,
But it will not
But your guilt eats at you
“You cannot bare the sight of me,
Even now in my state,
For it reminds you:
You could have helped
“So you ease that guilt by pretending
To give some comfort to me;
By calming me down,
Sending for the Kings Horses and Men
“But all these wise men will tell you,
There is no hope,
But there was before,
So live with that, for I die”
As he passed on,
The horses and Men arrived
And all the Kings horses and all the Kings Men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
But it was too late
“Why are you helping now?” He said
What doth it profited me now?
How can these half-hearted attempts,
To clean up, help me?
“I am already finished,
It is too late
None can help,
But you could have!
“Why did you not?
I called for help,
None replied
“You all were too busy on you ways,
Buying your things,
Meeting your friends,
Not enough time for an egg
“But now in the sight of others,
And a mess on your hands,
You come now to help me
Hoping for praise in this ‘helping’ of me
“You just pick up the pieces,
Hoping it will work,
But it will not
But your guilt eats at you
“You cannot bare the sight of me,
Even now in my state,
For it reminds you:
You could have helped
“So you ease that guilt by pretending
To give some comfort to me;
By calming me down,
Sending for the Kings Horses and Men
“But all these wise men will tell you,
There is no hope,
But there was before,
So live with that, for I die”
As he passed on,
The horses and Men arrived
And all the Kings horses and all the Kings Men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
If My Eggs could talk
By: Spicer W. Carr
If my eggs could talk,
What would they say?
When I ate every morn’
Would they greet “Good day!”
Or would they beg for mercy,
As if before a judge,
By: Spicer W. Carr
If my eggs could talk,
What would they say?
When I ate every morn’
Would they greet “Good day!”
Or would they beg for mercy,
As if before a judge,
In a Texas courthouse
But I would not budge
I’d scarf down the screaming voices
Swallow them up fast,
For it is very easy
To forget the past
But I would not budge
I’d scarf down the screaming voices
Swallow them up fast,
For it is very easy
To forget the past
Well, there ya go. Leave comments and I'll post again real soon.
Yours,
Spicer
[First post, not sure if you sign off like that, but I will anyway!]
