A Call to Artsmen

A Call to Artsmen

A Poem by emipoemi

Ye raconteurs of literature,

Ye shooting stars of scenery,

Ye architects of portraiture,

And masterminds of melody-


Pray harken to what I’m to say:

The darkness keeps us out of sight.

Yet let’s not wallow in dismay,

We all must make towards the light!


For know how life without a sound

Hath placed us lowest of the low.

For many years we’ve roamed around

With numbers that proceed to grow.


’Tis by such circumstances plain

That we must rise and voices raise,

For we’re among who entertain,

And thus deserve a higher praise.


To authors, poets, dramatists:

Thy magic quills ne’er leave the page

Unless there’s soreness in thy wrists,

Or ev’ry written word is sage.


Thy works would come to life when read,

Then shortly would forgotten be,

And leave ye all as good as dead

In cold and dank obscurity.


Just memories would then remain,

Yet even that is not enough

To overcome the horrid pain

Of ever knowing life is rough.


Stay strong and persevere, I pray,

Ensure thy muses stay aboard.

Remember always what they say-

The pen is greater than the sword.


To actors of the stage and screen,

And dancers of the earth and air:

Amusement blooms in ev’ry scene,

Allure in ev’ry spark of flair.


For actors, all thy voices ring

With Shakespeare’s or another’s words,

As well as with the songs ye sing

Like choruses comprised of birds.


For dancers with thy feathered feet

Enhancing ev’ry glide and prance,

Thy bodies guide ye through the beat,

And ever keep a stately stance.


For all thy deep emotions shown

And all thy graceful movements stirred

Have always to the world made known

They’re greater than the spoken word.


To all musicians sharp in tune,

And singers lyrical in song:

Ye rouse the sun and lull the moon,

Ye steadily move life along.


Thy music whistles in the breeze,

And echoes from the hills and plains.

It skips through waters, sweeps through trees,

And raps on doors and windowpanes.


Thy tones and metres let us skip

Across the sea, across the air,

Aboard a magic swirling ship,

Without unease, without despair.


Particularly brief in time,

Profound and infinite in bounds,

Thy music hath a mystic chime

Compared to other daily sounds.


And last, to painters bathed in tints,

With canvas, paint, and brush arrays;

Photographers with film and prints;

And sculptors with woods, stones and clays:


Thy hands so deft, thine eyes so keen,

Ye always capture splendidly

A pleasant or a murky scene,

The abstract, or an entity.

In colour or in black and white,

Thy works without fail tell and teach

Their woven tales and themes despite

Their static states and lack of speech.


Thy works forever gleam with pride

Depicting flowers, stars, or birds,

Their tales extending far and wide-

A picture’s worth a thousand words.


We are the Artsmen! Willed and strong!

Our craftsmanship be weaponry

With which to rise against the wrong

The causes us such injury!


For none can live upon their art,

And such, alas, is sorely sad.

We Artsmen strive to do our part,

But end so starved and poorly clad.


And we’re among who entertain!

Thus where doth all our glory lie?

Our souls are crushed, our hearts in pain,

As though the Artsman’s end is nigh.


’Tis time to rise! With soul and heart!

And to the world our cause convey!

A better profit from our art,

And that would make the Artsmen’s day!


© 2018 emipoemi

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24 stanzas and each one absolutely captivating. Seriously, I think it’s so cool you were able to keep it up for all 24 without a single disinteresting line.

How I wish one could survive off creating beautiful things! But I guess it shows how much one loves doing what they do if they are willing to be eternally broke in order to spend all their time in it.

Loved reading it!

Posted 6 Months Ago


6 Months Ago

One shall not be eternally broke if one believes one day their time will come to shine. This is a cr.. read more
H L Rose

6 Months Ago

True, true. And of course! I did enjoy it!
OMG! I’m with revelatia on the “kick-a*s-ness” of this truly magnificent rhymed poetic rant. Technically brilliant and oh the message! I bow to you my friend. Master-Class, epic work by far! Huzzah, Huzzah to you emipoemi!

Posted 10 Months Ago

Annette Pisano-Higley

10 Months Ago

A suggestion only- You can self-publish as I did. I used blurb.com to do a photo book of poetry and .. read more

10 Months Ago

I'll take that into account. Thanks.
Annette Pisano-Higley

10 Months Ago

You are most welcome. We are here to help and support each other.
Pardon my 'French', but F**K YEAH!...
I read this aloud to my husband as he painted...
We're impressed...One of my favorite pieces so far.
Thank you very much for posting.
This kicked a*s :)

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

So glad you enjoyed it!! Yeah, this has been garnering praise here and there for nearly 8 years, but.. read more
Wow!!! I could never write like this. Excellent writing in the old style with good meter and syllable counts. More people should read this.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you! Feel free to request it to others.

1 Year Ago

............... I will.
I really like this, and there is so much truth in every line. I used to paint in oils. After hanging some of my paintings in my office at work, I had several people commission me to do some paintings for them. Needless to say, feeling compelled to finish because I was being paid really took the joy out of it for me. Having learned from that experience, and since poetry has always been of primary importance, I write for the love of it only. If money comes as a byproduct that's fine, but it could never be the driver for me to write. So many of the finest poets have died destitute, poor, and hungry. I truly think we are a more sensitive and intuitive lot, our impetus the heart and soul. Great write here!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I almost cried... I am amazed at your beautiful talent time and time again, but this one...man, true artistic talent!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

.....I almost cried reading this comment. Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
If you permit me I want to share this on my facebook I admire it

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

So long as you give credit where credit is due, I don't mind at all. Much thanks!
writ rajat

1 Year Ago

I will give you credit I am not a thief I am a poet

1 Year Ago

of course you are, I was only saying.
Wow! I definitely liked this, the words you used to convey your meaning, and all the "arts" you described. Really good!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.
You really are an artist. You have such such skill and intelligence. I feel spellbound by the flow of your beautiful words. I feel both inspired and humbled by your work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you so much!! Glad you enjoyed my work.

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Added on June 27, 2017
Last Updated on July 21, 2018
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