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Dancing Through the Ages

I've Danced Through Many Ages, to Many Sounds On Many Stages.
I've Prepared For Those Who've Come To Town.
I've Smiled and Leaped and Never Came Down.
I've Worn Costumes That Had Laces,
I've Spent Hours Applying Make-Up
While in Far Away Places
There's No Applause to be Found,
When The Final Curtain Comes Down..
The Silence Can Leave You Deaf,
Once The Audience Has Left.
The Theater I've Always Called My Second Home.
With Other Dancers, or On My Own.
Friends You Make While In a Show,
The Contract Ends and Off They Go.
No Matter The Circumstance,
Nothing Makes Me Happier,
Then Just To Dance. 5-6-7-8
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member EASY STREET

Easy Street

What would you rather Easy Street, or Blessing Boulevard,
Before you answer be vey careful, for choosing the right one may be hard.

One is a way, wide, broad, and shady, the other straight and narrow by far.
Down the one least popular, one will scarcely make it, the righteous, is who they are.

Rapid and rushing, merrily, merrily we go, like countless little fishies going one way,
Everybody’s doing it, just follow the leader, the Easy Street travelers will say.

The other way requires, that those who will travel, will by faith, and their faith to renew.
Like with “The Eye of a Needle,” a rich man and his camel, must kneel and burrow through.

The way of the Christ, is through the gate called Straight, and few there be that find it,
The way of the world is down Easy Street, a death contract to those who will sign it.

You shall receive, a crown of glory, eternal life, the Blessing Boulevard way.
The pleasure and sins, of the Easy Street life, have the wages of sin to pay.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Life

In life,

Sometimes

the fire rages
and is so intense 
we are certain
that we will be left charred
like seared blackened wood

unable to ever lift our heads again
or ever recover

In the midst of that 
fierce emotional blaze
The pain grips us like a vice
refusing to relent

twisting inside of us
as if it too
wants to break free 

we clutch our bodies tightly
and rock and sway
in a motion to self soothe

some remembrance 
of the comfort found 
within our mothers' womb

our bodies crumple
under the enormity of weight
and mental ache

we weep

hot acid rain
that scorch our cheeks
 
and flow 
from only
the most
guarded parts
within us

our heads
 
droop into our chests 
and our bodies fold inwards
convulsing with
uncontrollable heaving

we gasp

to catch our breath
our lungs expand and contract 
like a bloated accordion


we can only hope
that our minds

collapse

under the enormous strain 
of that which engulfs us


It is the darkest
reckoning
of human anguish

that one
can feel,

in life

Premium Member Betrayals

What is this word, betrayals?
		How did it come to be?
	Is it simply something less		
		Than you expected?
	Did your hopes and your desires
		Fall short of your aspires?
	Perhaps others failed their duty  
		To protect you?
	Did the trust you put in 
		Someone fail you?
	Have you suffered grave
		Abuse?
	Did someone close
		Back-stab you?
	Was your loyalty 
		Unrequited?
	Was contract breached or
		Just misunderstanding? 
	Did a lover’s indiscretion 
		Distress you to the core?
	Does your object of affection
		Now love you less or more?
	Did secrets kept 
		Destroy you? Or
	Surprise with 
		Joy and excitation?
	Was concealment
		Worse than truth?
	What cost to hide 
		Even from yourself?
	Speak your truth, but speak with care
		The truth can set you free!
	But there is
		No guarantee!

"Three things cannot long stay hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."
	Gautama Siddhartha, the Buddha
© Mel Gill  Create an image from this poem.

Cue Sheets

Le Nouveau Monde,Le bistrot du Lounge
the foods here caused a conversation
One that had several people to find
 facts that made them wonder.
In film research, exploratory research
 is often referred to as formulative research
 or practice-based research. It focuses on
 gathering preliminary information to
 understand a new topic.There are many
 places named "St. Leonard" or "Saint-Léonard"
 throughout the world, including in Canada,
 Australia, New Zealand,
 Saint-Léonard, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard
 Parish, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard, Quebec;
 Saint-Léonard (electoral district), Quebec;
 Saint-Léonard—Saint-Michel, Quebec; and
 Saint-Léonard—Anjou 
, Quebec,  there are locations named
 St. Leonards in New South Wales,
 Tasmania, Victoria 
, Newfoundland and Labrador 
 Hawke's Bay  
 Otago (New Zealand) 
 The Treaty of Ghent
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is located
 on the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva,
 Switzerland. St. Leonard is located in
 Switzerland, but not directly on the border
. St. Leonard is approximately
 100-150 miles from the LHC. 
"development stage funding"
One woman told a story of her father dancing around happy
because he had won a contract to supply
leeks, onions and celery
to the caterers of a film company.
He sweetened the deal with a bull two hogs
and 60 chickens: a guy asked did he make a profit, she answered I don't know Mom lefted him after she found him dancing happily with a woman after winning the contract"

From The Research Papers of
Doctor Strangegrinn
Chapter 22 thru 30
objectives and goals
Form: Ballad


Hope

Hope
poem
Lionel Derbyshire

A dim day
Cloudy and grey.
Murky and smog
No sunlight 
Coming down
Like a contract with doom.
I could not soldier on
In dire straights 
And this does not bloom
On this hazy day.
Feeling nasty filthy
Abolished and adopted
I dimly view
My dinky ship to sink
I limped to and fro
But stumbled upon a
Holy dictation 
A psalm of 23 .. 
Which gave me hope.
Afterwards did not
Give a damn about
That awful devil
Standing in my way.
Those psalm words of hope 
Were discriptive
The instructions clear
Afterwards I did not fall
In holes
The awful devil dug
On his parade today.
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Fox Duet

Ol' Hannity and Tucker,
    Now there's a real pair.
Following the Trumpest drumbeat,
    Without rhythm to share.

Both enjoy stirring the pot,
    Regardless of the brew.
As long as Rupert can still
    Count, all the revenue.

The crap they espouse, is 
    Simply poison that they spit.
Yet it's venom is complex,
    And no antidote exists.

And while the puppet-master
    Has, oh so many minions.
There is a severe lack of truth,
    Among all those opinions.

Since patience is needed,
    When judgement day arrives.
I can only wonder who'll be 
    Standing, and who is absent and hides.

I only know for now, I can't watch any
    Fox channel, even my favorite, the NFL'd.
But who knows, maybe when that contract
    Renews, the league can inform Rupert . . .
        He's been cancelled.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Tis Murder Aforethought

'TIS MURDER AFORETHOUGHT
Euthanasia and abort, modern
skills  to will.to kill..but never
to be taught.
A liberating process.some say
sub contracted to others,
doctors,nurses and the like,
so the protagonist can look away.
Avoid a look at the bucket of
once living flesh and blood.
avoiding a memory,which in
nightmares would always stay.
'Tis murder aforethought..
cleansed of the deed,to so 
easily destroy one's once living 
seed.
Again, another liberating process
arrives,on our stage,it's freethinking
error to wage..
Again,let someone else euthanize..
never us or me to do the deed,a doctor
a nurse to sub contract our need..
to administer  the drug
while..I ..we ..one step removed..
watch my ..our ..kin.. ..my ..our hands..
unstained..but this fact..still ...

'Tis murder aforethought..
to will..to kill.

You hear me recite most of my PS poetry on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Form: Verse

Truth

As the clock ticks towards that final hour
some may wish for sweet words in place of sour
but I do not live in an ivory tower 
perverting my view
paid for with the proceeds from
a million dollar modeling contract 
for in today’s world the value of
what a woman writes depends on how pretty
is she who wields the pen
I’ve been bruised and beaten by reality
for far too long to sing a bullsh*t song
I do not deign to drape myself 
in a shapeless white designer dress
that would double for a sheet 
worth enough money to provide food to eat 
for a hundred famished families 
like mine as a child for months
as I recite empty idealistic fantasies
to end another loathsome year of hate and fear
Though such poetry may sound pleasant to the ear
what many people want to hear
I write what is true not what will please
no flowery fictions to set souls at ease
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Help Wanted

Help wanted.   See the details below.

I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor, 
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner, 
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps if you’re a sink un-plugger, and a flower arranger, 
And a calendar planner, and a good back scratcher, 
And an organic gardener that can make things grow.

Later I might need a daycare provider, and a taxi driver, 
And a paramedic, and a pre-school teacher.  
You’ll be the go-to person that everyone knows. 
It helps if you’re a gourmet cook, and a chic hair stylist, 
And a party hostess, and a homework tutor.  
Your duties will expand as the company grows.

There’s a retirement package no one else can match.    
But I gotta warn you that there’s just one catch.
So if you think you could handle all of the above,         
This is a twenty-year contract for a full-time love.
So if you want the position, click the link above!      
Might be a thirty-year contract for a full-time love.  
Maybe a forty-year contract for a full-time love.

I really need a secretary, and a home decorator,
A shiatsu masseuse, and a fashion coordinator.  
There are no limits to how much you can grow.
I can offer you some health insurance, maybe college tuition,
Free company housing, and used transportation. 
So what do you say, why don't we make a go?

Help wanted.  Click the link above.  Help wanted. Find somebody to love.
Form: Lyric

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