Long Musicals Poems
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Do your best with gracious zest
Rest if you must from work’s test
Minimize stressful pain
Falter not to share love’s gain
Solve life’s puzzles with God’s light
Lavish self with peace delight…
Tickle heart midst hopeful blow
Do cheer with merry* caring glow.
Do your best, and you’ll be blest
Relax… since you’ve reached gladness-crest
Minutes, enjoy… devoid of strain
Favor blissfulness to reign
So lay down your burden-blight
Laugh out loud; yes… that’s right
Till smile reaches tomorrow
Do thank the Lord for blessings’ flow.
*Proverbs 15:13 A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
(May be sung to the tune of "Do-re-mi" From the musical, Sound of Music)
March 28, 2022
6th place, "To The Tune Of Musicals - Part Two - Parody" Lyric Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 4/13/2022.
Many resigned people accept humdrum and boring as their usual
Sadly, it is not supposed to be this way, this was not the plan
However, society allows them to stew in their own gravies, with chunks of who cares.
Which is why musicals will always do well, especially the ones with the bright-eyed optimists.
Rose colored glasses make for terrific story lines and scripts.
Poems full of happiness, hope and enthusiasm will always attract a crowd.
For two hours we can parade outside of our same oh, same oh,
And become Dolly, Auntie Mame, and the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
If you want more, you have to give yourself opportunities for more.
Hone your talents, figure out what gives you pleasure, go after your soul dream.
The poets, artists, dancers, singers, quarterbacks, and wrestlers did not get there accidentally
They followed their heart, gave their soul what she needed and lived their truth.
This could be and should be you. Do whatever you have always wanted to do
Before you run out of time.
Outside you just see the marquis,
it’s ancient lights all glittery,
amidst a city past it’s prime,
hallmark of a more genteel time.
This was a movie palace once,
now mostly stage, theatric fun,
larger than Broadway’s hallowed grounds,
though it’s the only stage around.
Old New York has dozens of plays,
here just one means a special day,
the touring shows, when they come here
will always make the locals cheer.
The women like the musicals,
and a date night that’s eventful,
the men don’t get it, but they come
for ‘rewards’ from girlfriends when done.
That’s why I’m sitting in this seat,
enrapt woman right next to me,
the singing makes me roll my eyes,
but more often than not I find
that even if the play does bore
the theater itself is much more:
Gold chandelier perched up above,
casts light on painted gods of love
who frolic on ceiling plaster,
with eyes of cut alabaster,
above the stage, an ancient scene,
fawns and satyrs, a Grecian dream,
and gilt patterns around the sides,
just beyond where the curtain slides,
marble pillasters flank the stage,
frame the pit where orchestras play,
fancy seats with curving armrests,
splendid cushions in velvet dressed,
there’s opera boxes up above,
but I just do not make enough.
In pressed white shirts and vests ornate
the ushers stand ready and wait,
a pipe organ warmed up the crowd,
harmonic tones of richest sound.
It seems something from days long gone,
shines light on where the world’s gone wrong,
No post-modern black box so stark,
No building thrown up without heart,
But something built up to proclaim
that beauty should never be tamed,
even if Broadway makes me groan,
this building is art cut from stone.
Of course, I don’t say this to her,
she wants theater, not architecture,
but it’s what I appreciate
when dragged out on just such a date.
Sung to the tune ~ Candle in the Water from Pete's Dragon
You'll never know how much I love you
You've never thought of me that way
I can't go on concealing
What my heart is feeling
Emotions I have longed to convey
You'll never know how much I love you
Or that I dream of you each night
With your arms closed around me
Finally, you found me
Where the stars are always shining bright
And then the morning light surrounds me
I reach for you and find that you're not here
I'll wish that one day you will love me
Ever just a friend
My heart may never mend
You'll never know how much I love you
I can't admit how much I care
I'm hoping soon, by some chance
we will share a romance
In dreams I never feel despair
As stars shine like a flare
I'll always find you there
I'll always find you there
I'll always find you there
December 16, 2021
To the tune of - Musicals - Part One Contest
Candle on the Water from Pete's Dragon
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
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The team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein displayed prowess.
It seemed everything they produced would be a success.
There was triumph for some Broadway shows nobody could deny.
They included “Oklahoma”, “State Fair”, and “The King and I”.
Two more melodious plays that were absolutely terrific
were the widely-heralded musicals “Carousel” and “South Pacific”.
Along came an attempt based on John Steinbeck’s novel “Sweet Thursday”.
The plot was set in the California town of Monterey.
“Pipe Dream” opened on Broadway in 1955.
Many also expected this production to thrive.
Despite receiving nine Tony Award nominations,
for this musical, the critics had some reservations.
Problems resulted, and the show was a financial flop.
After only about seven months, they decided to close up shop.
However, some renewed interest has evolved into a revival.
It looks as if this show may yet experience survival.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Robert Pettit
Historical
Maybe it was his love
of Broadway musicals -
you can’t listen
to that stuff without training
an imaginary voice.
Same with opera,
you have to find a voice
you weren't born with.
On the phone he projected
like a turkey-cock,
venting sonority
from a T-shirt cannon
of printable sound.
You sensed his epiglottis
pole dancing,
while he pummeled fat words
into buxom shapes.
Most voices, in time,
collapse like wet tents,
but Osgood’s voice
expanded like a Billy goat's scrotum,
it became an overripe mango,
a bouncy castle for elephants.
Then one chill morning
his voice froze and cracked forever.
Osgood's large frame wilted,
beefy vocals became unctuous,
hands dangled unexpressed.
Eventually,
his voice crept back,
but only as loud as a kittens mewl.
He now whiffled almost audibly
through a hole between his teeth
we all noted with relief.
I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as well go. Then an ex showed up, someone I get along with fine to this day, but I was surprised in the dream that she screamed horrible curses at me.
As I was walking over a drum bridge at a zoo, I realized I had to take care of the Jefferson tickets which I'd wadded up and put in my right-hand pocket, the one with the hole in it. Fortunately it hadn't fallen through the hole, so I took the two attached tickets and tried to unwad them and smooth them out on the bridge's railing, but the tickets preferred to stay wadded up.
As I was waking up, something smelled like it was cooking and I momentarily wondered if I'd left the stove on the night before when I made spring-burgers. But the radio was on and they said the reason the atmosphere stank of barbecue was towns around Puget Sound were being "smoked" by forest fires in British Columbia. So good, I hadn't left the stove top on, I could relax.
I'd been up most of the night and hadn't gone to bed until about 4:30, so I fell back to sleep and dreamed I was wandering the countryside with the ghost of Johnny Cash. He was so pleasant. I was so happy to be with him. I wasn't sure he was dead, because here we were together, I must've misremembered. It's not my usual sort of dream, a happy one that is.
I didn't wake up until ten. Went down stairs and discovered the oven was on! Rhonda had put a big slice of apple pie in there hours earlier, then went off to work forgetting about it. Surprisingly it wasn't burned. It was dehydrated and flattened into a crispy apple tart. So I ate it.
I remember the first day well,
with your glorious bright red hair you burst into the room
like a struck match,and everyone's face lit up.
Model, comedienne, everyone's favourite Auntie, crush,
paramour in dreams, happiness in stilettos, all bundled into one
like a Swiss Army Knife.
Watching you smile was like opening a Christmas present,
and when you laughed, it fizzed and popped like party wine.
When you boarded my bus, akin to some lovesick schoolboy
I'd cross my fingers
and wish and wish that you'd sit with me,
and when you did, though I sat still, my whole insides went 'HOORAY!!'.
From Reiki healing to old Hollywood musicals,
whatever you spoke of
I was held rapt.
You could read the ingredients off the back of a tin of curry
and you would still enchant me.
I'm sure that the moment you were conceived, the Good Lord,
like a bomb disposal expert,
cut the wires marked 'sadness', and you emerged not with a cry,
but a giggle.
If you were any lovelier, you would have exploded,
and the whole town would have been covered
in a thick, gooey layer of lovely.
What a magnificent disaster that would have been.
Instead, you were taken cruelly-
Cancer isn't fussy whose friends it takes,
and on the clearest days my sunshine seems dimmer now.
Grief that soaks like cold rain only lessened by gratitude in having known you.
Just wish we'd crossed paths sooner.
Or I could live my life backwards.
Miss you x
Gaynor Wadsworth R.I.P 2017
For contest 'I wish I knew you when you were young',
sponsor Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Elizabeth Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
Barbequed ribs with the best sauce in town
pancakes with syrup and fries golden brown
Fried eggs with bacon and crisp onion rings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Cream-filled donuts and warm apple pie
peanuts and hazelnuts and cookies piled high
whipped cream and mozzarella cheese strings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Spaghetti with meatballs and sun-ripe tomatoes
extra old cheddar and double-baked potatoes
succulent mushrooms and buffalo wings
these are a few of my most favorite things
When hunger strikes
When rumblings start
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
Barbequed ribs with the best sauce in town
pancakes with syrup and fries golden brown
Fried eggs with bacon and crisp onion rings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Cream-filled donuts and warm apple pie
peanuts and hazelnuts and cookies piled high
whipped cream and mozzarella cheese strings
these are a few of my most favorite things
Spaghetti with meatballs and sun-ripe tomatoes
extra old cheddar and double-baked potatoes
succulent mushrooms and buffalo wings
these are a few of my most favorite things
When hunger strikes
When rumblings start
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
When hunger strikes
When anxiety starts
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
When my belly aches
these are a few of my most favorite things
topped off with shakes
(Lyric)
12/17/2021
To The Tune Of - Musicals - Part One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Song to the tune of (A Few Of My Favourite Things)