Barely old enough to be in this place
Urban-savvy, aware, not overly friendly
Reasonably pretty, ravishing in some ways
Life has given her hard choices
Enthusiastic in the chorus line
She would love to be the headliner
Queen Dee would have much to say about this
Understudies here have horrible accidents
Expect no one to be honest about this
Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
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Constance La France
With seven new rows added to their garden the grass is greener
By Author
At the hospital the media is following the birth of septuplets
The headliner is a mother, who brought seven JEWELS to life
Six girls and boy join their mother and father couplets
As the husband's SHADOW came to light he hugged his wife
The media's attention opened the GATE to curiosity hounds
Months later the prying knocks on their door shook their strife
The family would MUTTER each knock, wishing to stay in bounds
sunflowers gather
summertime fanfare salutes,
shining headliner
He’s got the place rock’n
He is a rock and roll king
Our boots began knock’n
Our posteriors began to swing
Where did you get this performer?
He came from Steve Tyler’s house, said Wormer
The amps cannot go much higher!
We were shocked at his fire.
Is he a headliner now?
I guess so, my friend said.
His meows are a wow!
He’s completely rock and roll fed.
Off to the big audition to be a showgirl
This lofty lady her big head all a swirl
In the grandstand was the grand plan
She knew she can can do that can can
At least at one point she thought she could could
Perhaps those old joints don't bend so good good
But damn the odds she took that mainstage
And kicked like hell to turn a new page
She shocked the pants right off those judges
So no regrets could hold old grudges
Could it be the next great show headliner
Be this ancient bobblehead with eye liner
Well!... No, that's not quite realistic really
But what a story!.. a bit simplistic and silly
The truth of this big noggin at one hundred
Was a standing ovation and compromise said
The judges gave her free passes for the show
Kick it up a notch now and then, or you'll truly never know
At the 150th International Golfers’ Annual Ball,
Headliner was a duffer named Donald Trump
An exceptionally boring time was had by all
As Trump insisted on reviewing his Par 3 slump.
Seems they had very little in common, in fact,
While Trump’s ball lay languishing in the rough
No one had anything good to offer, not even tact
Only Donald, it appears, had it so darned tough.
Turns out the 150th was the last annual ball
No one cared a repeat of the whining and such,
Having suffered through hours of the folderol
Especially when dinner turned out to be dutch!
Seems no one had the money they pretended
And half of the appeal was getting a free meal,
Not to mention no true golf “greats” attended
Seems the Arab league had seized their appeal.
Written November 26, 2022
They called me obsessed
for everything I did;
The endless hours driving
just to listen to you sing;
In a world that leaves you numb,
you always made me feel something;
Now on the main stage;
The headliner,
high above where you used to play;
Still wearing the same smile
in front of twenty thousand
that you did when it was twenty;
Connection through obsession
A festival known around the world
will soon get to experience your voice;
The one it took me an instant to fade into;
Everything I’ve done? I’d do it all again;
Now when you hit that stage
they’ll understand
your melody impossible to forget,
and never again will I be called obsessed.
Oh corona, corona
You deadly virus from China
Sweeping the world like little Hitler
Turning good, regular law abiders
Into panicky hand sanitizer stealers
Hoarders of toilet paper and pasta
You’re the top news headliner
Everyone’s like ‘corona, corona!’
You’ve invaded the White House in America
And infected the UK health minister
You’ve locked down Italy and China
And grounded flights from all over
But we’re fighting you with soap and hot water
No handshakes or hugging a neighbour
We’re sneezing in tissues to catch ya
Crowd control and hygiene are our armour
You won’t win, you microscopic monster
Roses From All Nations Scintillate In Complete Harmony
Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony,
Liberally rejoicing its natural mood, praiseworthy,
At times, beauty alone is an element that will outshine,
Given its prominent stature, the odds will be well-define,
Gracefulness is quite an admirable equanimity.
Through time, the rose is a regular fixture of unity,
Though it has been tested by all fronts, passive immunity,
It has withstood the annals of time to be on the front line,
Roses from all nations,
There are clubs and organizations in the community,
Their presence well spread, offers people an opportunity,
Only some countries have other flowers that are a gold mine,
Traversing over and challenging drawing a battle line,
Overall, a rose would be a headliner, approvingly,
Roses from all nations.
2020 March 06
Rhyme Scheme;
aabba aabR aabbaR
Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 15 syllables per + 2 lines x 6 syllables per = 207 syllables total
Fat sits the pumpkin’s gruesome gnarly grin
snarling at the darkness… wondering just when….
when will come the demons…fat shrunken little men
fairy, pixie, witch…. flying super heroine.
Warily he eyes them – peripheral this fear
without ears he cannot see them coming from the rear
a candle burns within his mouth a licking tongue of flame
adds a glow to flickering eyes and slowly fries his brain.
As footsteps fail… the din subsides
the lights go out…. the shadows hide
and he, headliner of the bash
sits atop tomorrow's trash.
©10/28/2019
submitted to Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest
The circus was coming to town
And of course I had to go see
For I'd heard the world's biggest clown
Was a headliner to be.
So off to the fairgrounds I went
And with the crowds high in the stands,
It was some afternoon I spent
With the wild animals and the bands.
But the world's biggest clown to see,
In his funny suit, long tie and mop hair;
He's why most of us paid the fee
For this act supposedly beyond compare.
Until saying anything he wanted
And flip flopping every which way,
In his clown suit how he flaunted
The absurdities of life today.
And maybe our eyes deceiving
But this clown I thought why the fuss;
I mean his act to be believing,
Surely, the joke must be on us.
Even Better Yet Horn Haiku
Was amicable
Also irresistible
Of beauty was full.
Nothing is finer
Horn poems are great headliner
And jeans designer,
Ho Ho James Horn
I hide.....
From myself and away from others.
I wear dark glasses and caps
And paint my body in drab shades of nonexistence
Then dance, alone in the darkness
To music I have imagined.
It's better this way.
I don't have to misread faces
Or think I am being judged (although,
Perhaps being misjudged is a better term).
I can float on clouds of thought, Pretending
That all is fine, All is fine
All is fine.
I have my coffee, my cigarettes, my pills.....
(Are you judging me now because I smoke?)
This is an introduction, by the way,
To my imaginary nightclub act
Where I sing, tell a few stories, a few jokes,
Smoke (They make concessions for me
So that I may smoke inside because I am a headliner!)
I think that the audience loves me.
They laugh, cry when I sing, "Send In The Clowns"
The applause is wonderful and
Feels like rain falling from the sky
To envelope me, soak me, cleanse me.
And then, my set is over and there is
No one in the room but me. Alone. Afraid. Scared.
I hide,
From myself and away from others.
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