“Spotlight on Guitar” by Alfred Gockel
scrambling for the stage
self-indulgent pop culture
endless shadows parade
social media shallows
in search of some light
fifteen minutes of fame
unafflicted by virtue
unburdened by purpose
the husk of celebrity
turned into trophies of
cheap weightless plastic
that no one will cherish
while genuine heroes
work serving humanity
somewhere and everywhere
outside the worship of
popular beacons unfazed
by their tragic obscurity
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Seeking after popularity is like chasing after the wind. Once you thought you have it, it quickly blows away out of your grasp. However, when we strive to serve without expectation of return, we create a permanent mark in the lives that we help.
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wonderfully stated
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And to those who cannot take the heavy weight of fame became crazy and became suicidal … Fame is not for a gentle heart … It can be one thing that destroys you as well … Perfect poem, my friend …
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That is such a thoughtful , sensitive comment. Real heroes know how many times you actually die in the process of saving lives….
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Yes, true.
Never an easy thing to save lives.
But fame is really something else to different people. Some people just couldn’t take the pressure. You are lucky enough to stand tall over and be normal as you can be.
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your thoughtful comment is deeply appreciated
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You are so welcome, dear Paul!
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Fantastic! Wonderfully said.
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thank you most sincerely
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Celebrity is the fool’s paradise . . .
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and the fools are legion
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A curse of our times dealt with an artistic, ho-hum, tired of it all panache. Excellent read as ever.
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I’m beginning to wonder if it was ever different
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Love love love this poem 😊
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you made my day – thank you
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This poem is a singularity of truth about our pop culture – pointless and useless! 🙂
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it makes one want to scream
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Ah yes, the race to aquire momentary fame, to then mire in its reflection, cursed by achievement for achievements sake. irony. nicely put.
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appreciate your thoughtful comment
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The pop culture thing seems like a fool’s paradise. Or another version of the Emperor’s New Clothes. Your words of praise for the real heroes are grounded in a simpler, truer world. Thanks.
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it’s the world that I know, but it seems increasingly overwhelmed by a vacuous culture
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I was writing recently about everyday heroes but didn’t post it. I might look again at it in light of your words. It galls me that those who rise to daily challenges receive no recognition – are almost deemed as no marks – while others are lauded for nothing of merit. It’s a sad state of affairs that when you ask children what they want to be when they grow up, they say, ‘famous’. The world is topsy turvy.
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makes parenting all the more difficult – and vital
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