Step out
Under the spotlight
Tap and Dance
Dazzle and Delight
Curtain up
The overture
The Great White Entertainment Way
The attention of Broadway
Start to Finish
Bow in distinguished
Orchestra upbeat
Dramatics and Comedy blending together
You haven’t seen anything yet
The best is yet to assemble
Audience applause
Roar of appreciation
Standing ovation
A show well done
Broadway theory among.
ANECDOTAL SPECIFICS -:-
increasing
prominent
ethics
entirely
new
&UNTAINTED BY CONVENTION
lively
dramatics
expressing
deep
affections
in WITTY TRACES
poetic
clarity
composing
tranquil
humour
California style
Southern California way
Vacations being a stay
Studios where stars are made
Entertainment under the same shade
Scripts lines after another
Blunders through retakes
Dramatics and Comedy combined
Greatness at the center
Oscars, Emmy’s and Grammy’s contest
Who will be on top of the list
A start from somewhere
Action everywhere
Determination and Inspiration
Some make it and some don’t
If it is not destiny, a person won’t
Confidence behind the scene
Script words in what they mean
The effect and Climax
Then the finale
That’s Hollywood
That’s Entertainment
Lights, Camera and rolling
Line by Line
Script detail
Conversate after conversate
Words matter
Dramatics rise
The circumstance
Situation at hand
Observation Move
Trying to prove on the segment
Camera follow
Determination and possibilities
Love cheating while
Calling yourself having fashion style
Giving love here and there
Coming back home expecting a bed warmer
A house doesn’t become a house unless moral and value roam
Our relationship somehow died, but do you even care
You were once in my heart, but my heart closed the door being locked well
You want love surrounding you in having a love slave
That slave doesn’t live here anymore and assured
You on the other hand need to understand what you want and how to maintain a relationship in commitment in love the way it is meant
Here’s your ring
Get out of my life and house
Have a good life
Good-bye
The Director announces cut in the tapping.
No Spotlight
No Stage
No audience
Straight out words
Life itself
Confusing and complexing
Drawbacks with a mysterious wonder
Sometimes impossible to bare
Forced possible to go through
Unforeseen
Death of a friend
Like a brother
Died in a car crash on Highway 707
Around Firestone Valley, car descends below in instant death
I weep
Crying river tears
Torn page ripped out of life
Discontinued Chapters never to see
Life seems unfair
How will I ever recover?
Wounds cut deep
Alone with my only soul to Keep
My mind thinks, but no true answers in how I will go on
Loss in my own demise of words
Thinking that my friend died in the flesh but lives in the spirit
Holy land soar
Feel alone with a lonely sensation
Yet, I am not alone as my friend’s spirit surrounds me and he is looking down on me
His death is a finale, but my heart will always remember
My mission to live on until my friend and I meet again.
I’m always the first one to raise the white flag.
Truth be told, I get tired of always being the peacekeeper.
I lose my temper, and you want to act like a high schooler.
Hang up on me.
Ignore my call.
Avoid eye contact.
Save me the dramatics.
Curtain rises
Rhythm and Tone
The start off with the Pianist hitting those ivories with gifted fingers
Melody enriched through
Suddenly the Violin joined in with string mellow sweeps of musical waves
Immediately the Trumpet added the flair of what music can create
The thought of wizardry of wisdom came to mine
Music freedom explored
All other musical instruments gathered in high and low dramatics
Marvelously in planted singing and all kinds of scenery accompanied throughout the music
Singing sounding like echoes in the distance in horizons
Tomorrows promise could be felt
Dignity and honor in composure
Music don’t stop, but continue to play
Orchestra combination
Like a thirst of elegant wine
Music here and there expanding too everywhere
Beyond compare
Orchestra night
Sheer sight and delight
Full blown ivories dazzled the finale
A never forget and always remember
The beat goes on.
No because sometimes reassurances aren't enough, you know?
Sometimes it isn't enough to remind yourself that you are alive despite whatever atrocities you've ever faced.
Sometimes telling yourself that it'll eventually get better, just isn't enough anymore.
Because sometimes bleeding feels better on the inside and it's a safer bet to drown yourself in the ethanol and pike yourself on a wooden cross in the front yard.
Sometimes trying to think positively is the last line of defense between your breathing lungs and your beatless heart, and it's ok to bite your own arms.
Sometimes it's ok to rip chunks of flesh from your own thighs and wallow in self whatever-your-choice-of-mental-poison-is.
Sometimes dying alone is not a big deal, and then sometimes it's the only activity you could ever possibly do to keep yourself from commiting a psycho-schizophrenic fueled genocide, because one overzealous "preacherman" told you that you are unworthy of rest, that one time.
Because every once in a while you need to hang yourself with a silk rope from an overdramatic oak tree, and that's ok.
Because sometimes dramatics are good for the nervous system.
Does your TV have a timer?
Will it turn off automatic?
I miss the days of simple viewing and television static.
On switch
Off switch
No subscriptions and way less problematic.
Before never needing a broadband service ,
electric installation or a qualified mechanic
Thirty-nine minutes I've searched in a crazed and frenzied panic.
If you could see me now
How I am reacting...
you'd think I was about to board the sinking ship Titanic.
I've even looked in all the pockets, of everybody's jacket.
But how else am I supposed to watch my favorite drama?
And all of its dramatics
The only silver lining is my toddler's nursery rhymes
She asks for, so eagerly erratic
Ive not had to endure such noise or listen to its racket
Made up Broadway Show
Had to put you in the know
Marquee is set
Visual aid effect
The theory of Fast
The thought of how long
Rehearsals have been for weeks
You are in for a treat
Just don’t retreat
Clock ticking
Almost showtime
Wardrobe change
The background stage is ready
We can’t be late
Remember your script lines
You will do fine
Audience are in their seats anticipating
Overture has begun
You have been invited among
Spotlight on
Curtain rises
Feel the anxiety
The show of wheeling and dealing
Love affairs
Emotions
True dramatics
Rushes and hushes
Face to Face
Pace to Pace
Never ending
Always surviving
Never ending
The applause
The excitement
Amazement
Cast takes their bow
Curtain goes down
Music decreases
Broadway Night
Dazzle in sight
Entertainment
Fulfilling commitment
Uphill climb with time to waste.
We got a week to prepare
But let’s be fair
There will be a lot of stretching
Limber up
The music being just right
The stage and you in the spotlight
There can’t be any mistakes nor miss steps
We must rehearse and capture the music with every dramatic
Movement
Finesse
Every twist and turn feeling like a test
You alone will be the outcome of confess
Dance dramatics to the audience
Dance and feel the music
Let your feet and arms be your compass
Think of the orchestra as your Music Director
The rising curtain your chance to fame
It will be your name
Dance like the sun being bright
Let your movement radiate warmth
Show your love for entertainment and the audience
The raw of applause in what you have established and accomplished
Grace and creativity with every step
You are the effect
It’s showtime
Take your places
Spotlight on
Music
Production
Finale
Audience applause
Bow
Curtain down
That’s entertainment
(curtain raises)
costumes torn
lighting wrong
make up melts
rehearsals long
missing props
forgotten lines
nervous looks
backstage whines
feuding stars
director puce
sulky looks
uneasy truce
scenery falls
missing cues
singers flat
poor reviews
backstage romance
budget woes
producer quits
big egos
opening night
mistakes are hid
think no one saw
of course they did
run is done
sigh of relief
new show now
see you next week!
(curtain falls)
Just clench your presence and perseverance per each severance/
as it enlightens your sense you can be relied on like plans for anchorage/
I see additives that help create and crate addicts/
The statistics sit in and add ticks to brackets/
Try to be ragged to flats of the packs and all dramatics/
Kids logistics of it tips influence to ruckus/
It pits persistence off his ship to a rut Gus/
With influences rough hardship is a smut bus but a must/
Given is prudence with buff-man ship guts/
Driven by tenants of the heart to make plans fit in/
Heaven like expectant's at the start grew quick dance a hip in/
Smitten by this exuberance as if it’s a mansion to live in/
What’s written is luminous if it’s to mention don’t give in/
Andy the Handyman
Andy was cleverly skilled at his art
he built mechanical things part by part
Andy worked all the time couldn’t stop it
but the wife would blast off like a rocket.
He couldn’t understand the dramatics
when he built a carriage in the garage
The wife said it was a bloomin’ disgrace
she didn’t want it taking up the space.
His carriage was left there to rot and rust
the poor thing never even got a dust
Andy thought he’d have to leave it to trust
that someone, somewhere may think it a must.
Andy’s wife left long before the carriage
said she’d had just enough of the marriage
Was Andy pleased, did he really care
she had just answered his secret prayer.
The wife never gave him a moment’s peace
was always getting under Andy’s feet
Now Andy enjoys life living his dream
constructing a super flying machine.
2nd September 2021
Brazil, her flash, her colors, her dramatics, her languages, her flair!
Christ the Redeemer seen clearly from the airplane, high in the air.
Coffee beans roasted in such a way to make me salivate.
Football in a new realm; a thrill that I can hardly anticipate.
Brazil, her spider monkeys with their fifth appendage in the Amazon.
Her anacondas and pumas, slinking, as they sneak up on a fawn.
Sugar Loaf Mountain, welcoming people from every nationality.
Brazil, known for her wonderful eclectic landforms, her specialty.
Brazil, full of carnivals, especially in Rio de Janeiro. Want to go, Honey?
Gangs give tourists a scare; sometimes they kidnap those with money.
Her flash, her flair, her daring ways, her love of things old and new.
This is such a wonderful place to see. I’d like to go with you!
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