Best Behind The Scenes Poems
He scorns all these young potheads and their habits.
He vows he’d never do a thing like that.
He pours himself a glass of amber liquid,
Locates his keys and dons his tattered hat.
He drives down the street a little over legal,
He surely doesn’t want to check in late.
The light turns red just as he gets right to it,
He drives on through, he hasn’t time to wait.
He’s just a good old boy and steady worker.
His boss depends on him, he’s told him so.
He is admired by all his fellow workers.
Although he drinks a bit, it doesn’t show.
He carries a big lunch pail and a thermos
And counts the hours as they go slowly by.
It’s not so much he’s hungry, but he’s thirsty,
When a man works hard, he gets a little dry.
The afternoon goes slower than the morning.
It seems the hours grow longer every day.
He’s thinking of the tavern on the corner.
He always stops in there to cash his pay.
His dried out supper doesn’t even tempt him
He tells his wife, “No man can eat this slop.”
Just to be sure she understands the message
He throws it on the floor, “Now get the mop.”
As she bends down to try to mop the juices
Before they run across her nice clean floor,
He gives her a small nudge with his sharp boot tip,
And warns her if she hollers, she’ll get more.
Next morning he awakens with the daybreak,
In good humor and no memory of the night.
His wife shrugs off his hug and keeps on sleeping,
And he feels a bit rejected at the slight.
On the TV, cops arrest a drunken driver
As he’s filling up his thermos at the sink.
He shakes his head and says “It is a pity.
A guy who cannot hold his ‘likker’, shouldn’t drink.”
I consider this my best twisted poem because I was trying to show the twisted thinking of the individual in the poem and how we do not see ourselves as we truly are.
Love behind the scenes
With a few kind words, a gesture here and there, a hand shake starts us on
the road to some where, a building block this a must, leeding us on a unnamed
road of trust.
The thought of her every day is a new beginning and a new way to deal with
life's challenges, tragedies, and responsibilities. The new view on what's right
with only one thing for me. The only girl that's right the one I see.
Before she enters the room I know it's her without thought. Her scent blows
through and then she speaks, it's like chims in the wind, God's blessed me
again. Its music to my ears this puts to rest all of my fears.
Riding this bus of misguide trust and steering this wheels of lust with no
destination in cite. Knowing one day she will notice having me is a must.
As I hold my heart in the palm of my hands, I speak out with my presentation,
it's pumps out sincerity with clarity. I heard the words of rejection then felt the
words of devastation and then clarification.
From the windows of disappointment comes tears of emotion falling into the sea
of devotion . Please lord for give me, for I have sinned, forgive me for this lust.
Once again i have miss used your trust.
By
Rowdy
Yates
Wear the mask that conceals your fate
And try to fit into lies that you adore
Adore with all your shredded heart
Read the map- it clearly states that
Everything you learned went out the door
With all the love that failed the audition
Action, camera, action!
I don't feel the need to waste more tape now
I try to love impurity
As much as I deny it
Deny it for
All the sins that wish
To stay with me
Do you know that mask doesn't fit your face, darling?
Did you know that your lies were caught on tape, darling?
Action, camera, action!
I don't feel the need to waste more tape now
I try to love impurity
As much as I deny it
Deny it for
All the sins that wish
To stay with me eternally
I try to love complexity
As much as I hate it
I hate it for
All the things you told me
The things that had been already erased
I hate to admit this...
I hate to admit this...
I hate to admit this...
But it's me who hasn't been
Reading between the lines
& here comes the jester with his funny clothes
With his loud laugh, hilarious deeds & jokes
The great funny jester that we love in all stories
seems a little bit different …seems to be lost along the roads
I've watched him washing away his makeup & putting down his tools
As he noticed that he's not only the jester of the show
But also one of the greatest fools
Living behind his fake smile
That he forgot what's a real smile & who the real "he" is
But... he didn’t give the true "he" a try
& also got lost in a blink of an eye
There are so many other characters in the show
But those were all I could introduce to you
I just don’t know how it feels
To be the one behind the scenes
There is always something left for u to figure out
Something that u should know alone that may fill u with doubt
Just follow your sense; no one can hide behind that fairy tale forever
Reveal the truth from behind those curtains in front of you
Try to understand what happened to those characters of the show
So take a look behind the scenes
Or do you like the things the way it seems …
Give me a moment, just one more in time.
I'll give you a love dear, I'll make it divine.
Yet I have some problems, like you'd never believe.
Stand around long enough, and maybe you'll see...
All of these things that are wrong with me.
Right now you say you love me, I doubt that it's true.
People like me just don't deserve people like you.
I know what you're thinking, how strange I must seem...
To someone that doesn't live in the same world as me.
Maybe you're different, you might stick around.
But wht take my chances, when I'd much rather drown?
Then you call me selfish, for this joke about my life...
Yet you know nothing of the pressure of being a girlfriend,
with no intentions of ever becoming anybodys wife.
That's quite enough though, no more about me.
I would gladly become what you asked me to be.
If you promise to love me, forever and always...
If your actions prove to me something I never knew...
I will some day become yours in eternity.
behind the scenes
always a photographer
never a bride
AP: 2nd place 2021
Let me introduce the characters of the show
The real ones & who they try to be
U can choose who you'd like to know
& who u will forget by the end of the day
Can u see that girl who's supposed to be flying?
The one who took the fairy witch role
I watched her breaking down, crying
She didn't try to fight just let her self to fall
For some reason she didn't give her wings a try
But all I've seen that she was lost …in a blink of an eye
& can u see that man out there
The hanged one from the strings
The puppet, was the only role he could dare
& accept it for whatever pain it brings
I watched him as he realized
That the person out there is not him
When he felt he could never live undisguised
Feeling misery for the "puppet" man he had been
Again …he didn't give his strength a try
To let go of these strings
& he was also lost in a blink of an eye
& can u see that young man
I think he's the knight
With his great sword & his horse
Always ready for the battle to fight
Exposure
Stress whirls, while the mind spins
Stuck in a trap, with no way to win
Only to lose things without a choice
Screaming inside, to have a voice
What our country is doing, regarding health
All for their gain, ongoing wealth
It is beyond comprehension, as it unfolds
Patients bounced around as if they are sold
Powerless one is to fix what led to the trap
There is no direction, eventually no map
Stripping hurting people of their livelihood
This is NOT American, when understood
Behind the scenes, stealing from those in need
Until there is no way at all for some to be freed
Assistance is a farce for those on disability needing care
Medicaid requiring high deductibles, no money to spare
Yet given free to those breaking law or without problem
They are helped with no costs, no deductibles for them
Because they chose on their own to have zero income
They receive the so-called assistance ‘sum’
It is twisted, evil and it is all happening here
While people are dying and no-one even cares
Heidi Sands
4/2/18
Some things are never as they seem
Perfection has imperfect schemes
We often think the things we see
Are really what they look to be
Perhaps it's an elusive dream
Some things are never as they seem
The things you never thought were true
Will shock you when revealed to you
A con man, with bible in hand
May be the preacher on the stand
Some things are never as they seem
Quiet storms may have deadly themes
A pretty smile will hide the tears
Of abuse, suffered through the years
A nightmare that becomes a dream
Some things are never as they seem
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1/26/16
icicles dripping
winter's worst now behind us
~ silent storm brewing
Global warming
Jealousies
Me: cool :)
25/5/2022
The doctor’s practice went to waste
the moment that the medic faced
A call from his reserve platoon
to fight a battle all too soon
The CEO of Pharma-Tech
would leave behind all hands on deck
When his brigade came calling him
he knew the war was no mere whim
The principal of my kids’ school
had fought the call, but overruled
He swiftly left his chair unmanned
The army had ripped up his plans
‘Coz ev’ry year since 'forty-eight
Disruption's marred the Jewish State
Behind the scenes, they do the most work
Sometimes, they get frustrated and a little hurt,
A little hurt because of the fight in the air
All because, they're trying to deliver your prayer.
They encamped round about you all night and day
Making sure that, you're doing ok,
Standing around waiting on you
For you to give them something to do.
Now that he has made it up there
He hands the Lord your prayer,
The Lord in turn gives him the solution
For you to be free from the imps' persecution.
Now that he's on his way back to you
Once again, fighting his way through,
Fighting his way through the fowls of the air
Bringing the answer to your prayer.
If you don't know by now, he's your Angel
He helps protects you from all hurt, harm, and danger,
This is our Angels everyday routine
He works all day Behind The Scenes.
Be sucessful
But remember who you are
Know who stood by you
An who you put behind the scenes
But never forget the ones who tried to fail you
...
I know from behind the scenes
I still will love you.
I am of art
I am an artist
Taking a stance in life
I sit and ponder in thoughts
Trees in cubanism surround me
Paths so pure of white
The aroma in my soul
Of air in wilderness
I am embedded in as I dwell
In the scenic atmosphere
My eyes upon you
My head in the sky
Feet in the ground
The tranquility I found
While I whisper no words
Just think and enjoy God's love
Of the arts my stance I say
As the clouds around my head
My body is no blemish in land
Its subtle the thoughts I project
Tweet - tweet - tweet
A bird looking for my feet
I'm silent - I hear the breeze
My mind weathers telepathy
And the bird just sits listening to me
With the aura beneath my skin
Critique now at hand can begin
The thoughts I must then contemplate
And the mind tells the bird sit and wait
With thus we see the power of woman
Self confident with God's creation of land
I am the artist
I explored reality
I pondered and saw wit
But now the bird just flew
And I draw the conclusion
Defining a little LINE in my soul
I am of art
I reflect with hue.....