Best Show Must Go On Poems
She's playing the lead
On the stage of her life
The role of a wife and mother
A rehearsed performance
Over the years
With lost feelings in the scenes with her lover
When the play first opened
Still learning her part
The acting, exciting and loud
She saw bright flashing lights
A marquee rising star
Performing for a make believe crowd
All of those years
With the same lines and scenes
She's lost that fire and zest
But night after night
In the final act
That's when her acting is best
It's all in the way
She says her goodnights
Wishing the word was goodbye
Honestly meaning
Each one from the last
Bringing a tear to her eye
Carefully crafting
The use of her words
To tenor the message she's sending
The voids became bigger
And harder to fill
Her desperate attempts of an ending
Used as a lover
She thinks of another
Feeding her hunger for hope
Still longing to feel
All of life's zest and zeal
Through fantasy she learned to cope.
With each passing day
She's gathering courage
To build a brave new life upon
But age has a way
To wick courage away
As they say...
"The show must go on!"
-A Daniel Turner & Jeannie Minor
Collaboration
My heart gently weeps yet again
For the long lost song of Mercury.
I know it’s been some 27 years since he left the stage we mortals call life,
But even now his light still is bright in this darkness we call our lives.
We all still honor his very existence every day.
Even if we don’t know it we carry on the torch of his music,
From merely jamming out to his glorious voice to creating an award-winning biopic about his life with Queen,
We still are the champions of the world even if we bite the dust, because we make sure Freddie lives forever.
His voice is that of angels singing and nobody can outdo it,
Even if you try with all your might he’ll whisk you away with the flick of a microphone,
For even his vocal range is as unique as he was.
Even in just writing a song, he can outdo the norm,
“Bohemian Rhapsody,” “Killer Queen,” and “We Are the Champions” just to name a few.
He drew out the best of people, rocking audiences to the very core,
For Queen belongs to even the loneliest souls of the world, the ones who just don’t belong.
We find ourselves in music, in Queen, in Freddie Mercury, and that you can’t replace.
Life goes on though, we always have to find the will to carry on.
We can continue to carry Mercury’s flamboyant torch onward though,
Keep on passing the torch down to the younger generations.
We can continue to rock out and enjoy life while we can,
Because nothing lasts forever and we don’t know when life will fade.
Queen lives on with Adam Lambert alongside Brian May and Roger Taylor,
Even if Freddie is gone, his life is carried on through Queen and every single one of us.
No matter what, the show must go on, for Freddie Mercury and Freddie Mercury alone.
Circus troupe at county fair
jump through hoops are dogs that dare
painted clown big shoes that smell
showers water from flowered lapel
bearded lady house of mirrors
changing shapes of those who stare
freaks of nature entertain
beguile the crowd without explain
all for laughter all for fun
as "pow" pops out from phony gun
elephants in colored costumed
lion tamer to the rescue
man with helmet shot from canon
into a net for safety landin'
no escape from three ring circus
caught the hype to entertain us...
She's playing the lead
On the stage of her life
The role of a wife and mother
A rehearsed performance
Over the years
With lost feelings in the scenes with her lover
When the play first opened
Still learning her part
The acting, exciting and loud
She saw bright flashing lights
A marquee rising star
Performing for a make believe crowd
All of those years
With the same lines and scenes
She's lost that fire and zest
But night after night
In the final act
That's when her acting is best
It's all in the way
She says her good nights
Wishing the word was goodbye
Honestly meaning
Each one from the last
Bringing a tear to her eye
Carefully crafting
The use of her words
To tenor the message she's sending
The voids became bigger
And harder to fill
Her desperate attempts of an ending
Used as a lover
She thinks of another
Feeding her hunger for hope
Still longing to feel
All of life's zest and zeal
Through fantasy she learned to cope.
With each passing day
She's gathering courage
To build a brave new life, upon
But age has a way
To wick courage away
As they say...
"The show must go on!"
written by Jeannie Minor and Daniel Turner
The Show Must Go On
Each of us is like a puppet as God above pulls the strings
A heart that needs to have a touch of love sent from heaven up above
The show must go on so the poets have claimed
We all should join each other by linking hands as in a chain
When the going get tough the tough get going
Were all in a test I must confess the hero does their best
Sadness fills the eyes of a very lonesome passerby
The show must go on with hearts that are bleeding in the night
A hunt for red October to help to never give up on the fight
To stay ahead of the game one might turn into the mentally insane
Still we press toward the mark of hitting are higher calling
Shout out to your neighbor were never given a second chance to repeat
Scattered clouds amidst the blue horizon amidst the doom & gloom
We are left hear out in the fields in search of are daily bread
A tug at the heart shall light the inner spark to what we are waiting for
Amidst the bitter turmoil that people have created lust in place of love
The show must go on in are Peyton place without having any regrets
There is a hero in us all there no use looking back when your hand is on the plough,
A blade of green grass plush & so sirene falling on it's soft shade of dew
With a whole host of angels cheering us on we must proceed in the song
Never relent to give in until you have reached your final destination
For love has gained it also has lost humanities greatest of cost
A pearl of great price awaits the goal for all souls that have faith & believe
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Attention seekers
Eager to meet the spotlight
Stage, front and center
I have relinquished my stage;
content now to be a silent audience
watching myself.
I observe that garmented voice
as it feed words into digital fonts
watch it act-out in a dimly lit theater,
a small auditorium yet it reaches far.
Occasionally this jobbing actor
glances my way
suspecting he is being watched,
he may take a bow
in my general direction. or clear his throat,
as if apologizing for an under-rehearsed
performance. It’s just as well
he cannot see my face.
If I were not there to listen
who would be so understanding
or patient?
Metaphorically speaking,
who would sweep the stage, turn off the lights,
then write a play or plot for the next time
that voice needed to play its part?
Frail crescent moon hanging feebly
Ghost of a shadow in the dark
Unpretentious stars take the stage
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025