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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!
1907, Saw the begining of forthcoming,Glasgow`s Sir.Willam Arroleco`s company
were credited, structural errecting of twas to be,Middlesbrough`s emblem,The
Transporter Bridge.Replacing the steam ferry,shuttling The River Tees.
Opening ceremony being October 17, 1911. Prince Arthur of Connaught, the chosen.
a delightful heartwarming structure,spanning The Tees 259 metres,an amazing view
from a height of 49 of the same.
An achievement,in itself as second largest of it`s kind.
World war 2,a bomb caused minimal but,effective damage.Gondalar hanging
midrift,waters lashing.
Folk crossing the high walk path, to reach Port Clarence,vice versa.
However,1933. A phenominal recognition, recieved highest honours. Institute of
Mechanical Engineers shone. A true sense of pride for Tessiders,alike.
Epic television and films alike, attracted our humble creation.Boasting Billy Elliott to
Spender and Aufweidersein pet.Dramatics and comedy on a worldwide wide stage.
Walking the steps to windy heights.Views a pleasure for the eye,the distance,Eston
Hills to Roseberry Topping.Foregrond,steelworks, hotels,dwellings,but standing like
a Mecca Shrine,The Riverside Stadium.( Our local football stadium )
The blue lights,reflecting every gurder every beam,at night
coming home is such a heart warming sight.
To commemerate the 100 years centenary of, THE TRANSPORTER BRIDGE.
.
Illumination from the entrance
Make it vivid that Jefferson is ‘crazy’
Scripts splatter on the bare floor
Engulf with writings from the mind
Dramatizing the lines with emotions
Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson
Displaying competency in a dramatics loom
Madness of characterization of the lines make the
Poems visible from his drama the dance steps
in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily
is Jefferson crazy?
Before I could write the last line
Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly
He lay like a tired butterfly…
Have you seen one before?
‘I don’t have a pen’ he recounts
‘I don’t have a pen ‘ he utters breathing heavily
I don’t have a pen too I respond
I was just writing from my mind
On the table I see the line
‘I don’t have a pen’.
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
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
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.
Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)
A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
from the barest thread
harkens back half life
of yours truly
comprising a few decades
in the pluperfect past,
when this husband newlywed
living hand to mouth,
when thy wife and me
occupied mine boyhood abode
sharing one kid size bed,
though dwelling under
same roof as parents,
this "pariah" did dread,
cuz prior to getting married
most every day
found me loathing mandates,
yet never fled
duet hoo bing
cowardly, yours truly
blithely endured pa
rant till fulminations,
and litany of"hateful"
broadsides at my head
minor misfortune, sans scant
details barely one
measly paragraph
tenuously stretched,
thus (with all manner
of dogspeed, I fetched
kvetched against restricted
poetic licensed finesse)
to complete
at least one
page (OpenOffice)
word document spread
attempting to convey penury,
but nonetheless I
consider meself
if nothing else
blue tiff lee well red
irrelevant to stand in good stead,
and pertaining to
profession of thespian,
never found me professionally
acting out a scene
neither did I glean,
nor memorized
scripts, thy counter
with applying literary mien
super tramp ping cheap tricks
to convince skeptical readers
"Quod Erat Demonstrandum"
just show up on opening night
when mine break
out character lean
on words since being "green"
behind ears of corn lean
refulgent klieg lights
will shine a light
asthma pantomime
dramatics mean
business and take
thumb page from playbook
portray me as
superb drag queen
when "lights", "camera,"
and "action" called
debut appearance
with stellar broadcasts
in every magazine!
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.
My friend
In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end.
In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend.
I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift;
I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give.
I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me.
I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece.
If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again,
Would I have left a good impression upon this world?
I hope you have been affected by the words that I say,
Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken,
Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl.
We are all here for a reason and my reason is this;
Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love.
If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived?
Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up.
I have said I am nothing, but something I am.
I could claim to tell the truth
And you could claim that I am a liar,
Or I could simply share my thoughts with you.
I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand;
Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do.
No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears.
My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen.
As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years.
But on the last day, on my grave it will say…
He was a poet, a lover and my friend.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Do you remember the first heartbeat,
can you feel the fire echo
upon the wings of your violet velvet intellect
as zero zimmers into the sums of your senses,
a spectrum of semi precious salts
hums to the success of your dramatics
while Destiny demands your rarest diamond,
Time running from Numbers hunting the Future
looks to you for leadership,
Age hesitates in the mirror for your smile,
God becoming intimate in a ubiquitous moment
kisses your hyper mind
a flame looking to warm the world
as love suffering
excites ultra awareness,
when will God realize
that you're not a child chained to eternity
that you're ready for the war whips,
You summon sophistication
on the alter of Youth
by burning primrose promises
atop lavender coals,
Libido listens to the locks of loneliness loosen
your nipples tighten for the truth of temptation
ego moans in flames on a winter wasteland
this is the place where hopes land,
the thick fact of Fate
throbbing against your hot cheek
tells you that self pity will be punished,
a wild snowfall feathers your face,
eyelashes tickled by the purring of a tiger -
J.A.B. 2020