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Musicals - Part 1

Have you ever been in a musical show?
I have done some, so this is how I know.
They first hooked me when I was in high school,
but stage fright made me feel the fool.

So, I began on the backstage crew,
Oh the things we had to do.
Painting sets and handling props, 
sometimes I wished I was a farmer harvesting crops.

Dressing all in black the day of the show
moving sets in the dark so no one would know.
We did some things that only a crew can do
I'll try to list a few here for you.

For example, during the "King and I",
There is a tearful scene with a Buddha to cry.
Since our Buddha was a person who spoke to Tuptim,
We did all in our power to get a laugh out of him.

Two of us moved his pedestal onstage,
his scene was to be all the rage.
We had to hide below his pedestal for his soliloquy,
So we tried to crack him up for all to see.

I worked behind the scenes again, for "My Fair Lady",
Some of the things we did there were also shady.
Professor Higgins takes a big drink in one scene
so we decided to pull one of our pranks on him.

The bottle he poured from was usually filled with ginger ale,
when we switched it to the real stuff he turned pale.
He could barely speak the next few lines
and was off key in his song the next time.

The classic we pulled was in "The Unsinkable Molly Brown",
our prank was the talk of the town.
If you don't know the story let me enlighten you
because then you may get a laugh or two.

Molly is aboard the Titanic's first trip
and the scene has to deal with the sinking of the ship.
We had a lifeboat with people on stage with waves across the floor,
she gets their attention by firing several shots in the air.

During the final dress rehearsal before show night
we knew this scene would be just right.
The Titanic sinking in the background, the waves, the lifeboat,
Molly pulls her pistol, raises it to the sky, and began to shoot.

The auditorium goes silent as the people raise their eyes to her to engage,
When a rubber duck came flying from the wings and landed on stage.
You never saw a director as mad as that
if she had a gun she would have blown off your hat.

"Who did that? Who did that?" was all she could say,
as the stage crew just laughed as we went on our way.
I finally got the nerve to perform in some shows later on,
But for now...this is just an introduction.
© Dan Cwiak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Haunted Pillow Case

One Halloween night as the tired Gran, was
Putting her wee little darlings to bed at last,
The youngest begged her for a bed time story,
Make it scary grandma, please, oh please,
Just one story?
Scary she said, to the wee little lad, well
Then you will go to bed without a fight.
For your Gran is tired on this night
Of fright, the tiny wreck agreed, I will her
Grandson whole heartedly did, promise,
And thus begins our tall tale my spooky,
Friends!

Did you ever hear about the Halloween night
When the old witch had her enchanted pillow
Case was stolen, by a mischievous child?
At first it seemed just a harmless prank,
The youngster went house to house,
Begging as the others did, trick or treat,
Did the lad shout out, and each gave him
A tasty sweet treats confection.
But as the night wore on people started
To run out of their goodie candies delectable
Gifts, but the pillow case wanted more!
At the last house on the young lads block,
The lady beneath the lamp light post,
Shouted to him, sorry son I’m all out,
Better luck next year!
Then just pillow case began to twist and shift,
At hearing this ill news, the child didn’t
Understand what was happening, he
Realized the bag had a hold of him,
And would not allow the child to
Release his grip?
Give me candy or your life will I
So take, what a trick to play on this
Halloween night, the pillow case
Spoke in an eerily haunted voice!
But there is no more the child shakenly,
Replied then it’s your life.
 Then just then, in a swishing flash
In swishing flash, the witch came down
From the darker side of the moon.
Bad pillow case, what have you done,
I’ve come to take you home with me,
From this thieving son of humanity!
The lad was instantly released,
As the old hag retrieved her stolen
Merchandise, I’m sorry, so sorry,
The child spoke shakenly, I won’t
Ever do anything like this again,
I so promise, and vow?
As the witch flew away, she said
Next time I’ll let my pillow case eat
You child of man, as she hackled
With a witchery laugh!

Oh my Gran, I’m too scared to sleep
Now, the old gran looked at her
Grandson, and politely spoke, go
To sleep young man, or I’ll get out
My pillow case, it’s hungry and wants
Something sweet to eat, then she so did
Laugh, with an eerie cackle, herself!


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

Tortured By the Cure

It felt like someone was tugging at his veins
His head…
Ow!!!
A carnival of noisy masquerades!
His head hurt
His eyes hurt too
His tongue was dry
The side effects of “the cure”
IVs
Tablets
Needles
Tubes
Machines
PaIN!!!
Discomfort
Nausea
He hated this feeling
He missed his life
This wasn’t his life
Someone must have played a really mean prank on him
This life wasn’t his
He couldn’t wait to give it back
He missed his life!
This was medical torture
The cure!
The torture!
He couldn’t take it anymore
He didn’t look like himself
He didn’t feel like himself
He wept!
This was too much to take
He had no strength to talk
The cut was healing
But it hurt like hell!
He held on to his bible
The words in this book consoled him
They strengthened him
They filled him with hope
He needed hope
This journey was difficult
He fell down to his knees
He wept so hard
He cried out,
“Lord help me!
I can’t carry this yoke!
It’s heavy…heavy…so heavy!
It’s crushing me!
Please lift it off me!”
His tears wet his cotton shirt
He was so sweaty
So he dropped the book
He continued to weep
He cried out to the Lord
He wept!
Tears and sweat
Washing his face
He heard a bird chirp
It chirped so sweetly
His cry interrupted the beautiful song it sang
He stopped
And he listened
Eyes close
He enjoyed the melody coming from outside his window
It was so sweet
So perfectly harmonized
He opened his eyes
The bird was right outside his window
Perfectly colored creature
Red
Pink
Yellow
Black
It was magnificent!
What a great Creator!
He looked down at his bible
It lay open on the floor
He smiled at the highlighted verse
A message of love
It brought him more hope
Strength
And courage
He wiped his damp face
A message of hope
A promise
He received it with faith
He encouraged himself
He would beat this illness
He would win the battle
Oh yes he would!

Deuteronomy 31:8
King James Version (KJV)
And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; 
he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.


By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2016

Thanks4giving Me Reason To Write Mish Mashed Gobbledygook

this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste 

soon as he goat back 
   to his domicile nestled and encased
in the bucolic, democratic, 
   and fantastic spit non defaced

woodland partially hydrogenated oils baste
surrounding Highland Manor Apartment our ace
in the hole, whence he i.e. mice elf 
   (Matty Mouse) with threads of gratitude laced

within a feeble attempt 
   to burble, cobble, fiddle, easy as gravy, 
   an insrutable letter placed
in the output queue 

   soon as all 
   the typo O graphical errors erased
and, though struggle to convey love 
   for such an endearing older sister, 

   which digitally squawking, 
   aye did not cut and paste
boot doth admit to allowing, 
   a saucy bit of small potatoes sayest 

   in ma trademark (truemark) 
   stuffing of fluffernutter (that taste)
G---R---R---E---E---A---A---T 
   (courtesy of flaky Tony the corny tiger), 
   which gimmerish aims to waste

juiced spare moments, 
   and tubby direct, earnest and frank
lemme communicate without resorting 
   to caginess, 

   but free roaming thoughts to thank
ye and Rich for welcoming a small group 
   of family and friends 
   to your Woodbury, New Jersey abode, 
page number two:
   
   somewhat near Redbank
to relish the salad days of times gone by, 
   when as kids, 
   we tricked each other with a harmless prank

such as hiding a fuzzy wuzzy Willie, 
   or scaring the other 
   with the molded Creepy People that doth rank
as laughably innocent, these topsy turvy times, 

   when faith no more 
   eroded cameraderie 
   among fellow Americans to tank
especially as the world wide web 

   iz going to fill in the BLANK
thus moments to share 
   a tasty repast did help me to crank
out this artichoked gibberish, 
   which when placed 
   atop pyramid of cranberries sank.
  
as didst this heart of darkness 
   within soul asylum 
   of papa and momma genes
to two beautiful young women 
   re: daughters, whose absence 

   felt as gloomy fiends
similar to the Ogre encountered, 
   when goose that laid golden egg stolen
   by Jack of beanstalk 
   of story book fame as a cash cow means.
Form: Elegy

Net Neutrality

inalienable, inimitable,
     and inviolable sacrosanct
contentiously debated enshrined Constitution 
     ratified June 21, 1788

     preceding hallmark Bill of Rights 
     (adopted effective December 15, 1791) rank 
despite British Monarchy exerting, sans lanced 
     strong arm tactics in response to "FAKE prank

asserting original fledgling NON GMO, 
gluten and msg free 
     thirteen American colonies 
     (with a great hee hoe)

severely itching for 
     (and declared) autonomy 
     from Britain with mojo
memorialized On July 2, 1776, 

     when Second Continental Congress, 
     (with more yes votes then no)
met in Philadelphia voting 
     unanimously, where  this poe

whit notates historical 
     declaration of independence, 
yet since Information Technology Revolution 
     trumps Founding Fathers (well nigh
 
     almost two hundred 
     and fifty (CCL) year status quo
as into uncharted figurative waters 
     American Democracy doth row,

especially problematic to adapt 
     couched freedoms show
cased within storied 
     novel innovative though

now confounding, frustrating, 
     and immobilizing supposed call
ling on learned scholars 
     adept doctors at law,

     resistant to brickbats 
     heaved by protesters with gall 
or perhaps consulting 
     entertainers at Faneuil Hall,  

how in tarnation can the tenets, rubric, 
     and precepts, sans seven score
     and four plus orbitz ago
 before advent of tele

     communications companies 
     exhibited fiercely greedily 
     hungry indomitable up pall
ling monopolistic control, 
     via erecting a unscalable fire wall  

authorized with an A okay by the FCC
Federal Communications Committee to glee
fully relinquish control 
     (blood) letting "Big Cable", thus 

     allowing, enabling, and promoting key
purrs of the Internet remain 
     under jurisdiction me
ning all content and applications
     can willy nilly nee  

i.e. be deliberately blocked as well  
     particular products or websites pre
venting unfettered access to thus re
choir ring every man, woman and child even three
yar olds to voice objection, 
     and take prescient action NOW!


Premium Member Soul Stance River - 7

August is ending with a heat that gives no mercy to the land or man
so intense that the air swelters off the river into the tree tops,
looking ahead, its as if we are passing through the gossamer of summer's spector,
Private Shanon has been missing for six days 
although, we believe he is lost, not captured or deserted
only God knows where his feet have taken him,
evidence along the riverbank indicates that he is alive and pursuing us
perhaps mistaken and disoriented,  thinking that we are further up river,
Old Dorion is seeking him now like a clever wolf,

Shanon was seperated from me while stalking a coyote
a most mischievous animal that is entirely foriegn to us except in prank,
a bottle of whiskey goes to the first man who can lay a coyote down,
yesterday half of the expedition went hunting the prarie dog
a critter more cunning than a cat and jumpy as a log spark,
after several hours of scrambling around like lunatics
Private Sheilds has finally caught one with pork bait and a twig basket
the poor rascal squieks like a cheap violin,
eventually I will send it to Washington with other novel specimens, 
President Jefferson and the Philosophical Society will be good guardians, 
the men and I have been refreshing ourselves on the jewels of soil
the wild grapes are so succulent that the Italians would believe
Bacchus himself had seeded this earth with a secret serum
and the plum groves cuddled in the most unadulterated coves
invite the mind into Eden's shadow,
on this journey we have observed migrations of pigeons
that have rivaled the stretch of storm clouds,
crowds of squirrels so numerous they have canvassed the ground with a sea of fur,
and now the mighty, mythical buffalo walks before us
a legend amongst beasts, monstrous in girth
with hooves that peel the Plains and horns shaped by vengeance, 
as they graze we seize the prize of their offering with thanks in our aim,
not having horses strategic concealment is critical, they are reknown for retaliation,
we dropped seven of them in a great pandemonium of panic
the gun smoke, field dust and perspiration meld into a fragrance of sacrifice, 
our sustenance is secured, their lives feed our future,

J.A.B.
Form: Epic

Premium Member Thru Maritime Miles

Thru maritime miles of minions in motion
We hedge our opinions while pledging devotion	
To serving the Captain and sharing our smiles
Through barrels of onions and flea-bearing trials

But even the pirates who pose in a rumble
Are learning the merits of those who are humble
The path of our choosing where sinning is pleasure
Is better for losing than winning a treasure

I plunged overboard when I soared off a plank
At the point of a sword and a sore lady's prank
The captain's first mate made her daddy agree
That my fate was a date with the fish in the sea

I knew she was baiting my body at brunch
To catch me in waiting and serve me for lunch
All pirates are worthy to fish and to feast 
But no one should make me a dish for a beast

From well on the brink to a splash in the sink
I fell in a flash for a female fink
I knew she was watching me fall in the tank
And laughing discreetly with Daddy to thank

I should have resisted the words that she said
But when she persisted they went to my head
I told her I loved her but so did my mate
Who never returned from his very first date

It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind

You think she is true but you never can tell,
Her saltwater stew is a bitter farewell,
A mob in her keep is the poorest of help,
Who force you to leap in a forest of kelp,

Though mad as an adder I drifted from reach
To bob like a bladder in search of a beach
The Great White beside me was my willing host
To have me for dinner and eat me the most

Then something resembling a storm with a tail
Came surging at me in the form of a whale
I lost my composure and when I passed out
She tossed me all over to sit on her spout

Upon this brave lady who skirted the water
I fled for my life from the ship captain's daughter
She brought me to land on the girth of her blubber
To flip me ashore like a lousy landlubber

From deep in the sea to a seat by a seal
The freedom I keep is a cheap kind of deal
The beach that I sleep on is sunny and hot
So happy to be where my honey is not...
Form: Epic

Funny Memories

"FUNNY MEMORIES"
                 THE SWEET REMEMBRANCE 

SWEET MEMORIES MAKE US HAPPY,
MEMORIES ARE TREASURES,IF THEY ARE FUNNY.
WE ALL HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
THOSE,THAT WE OFTEN CHERISH.
SWEET MEMORIES ARE NOT JUST BERRIES,
THAT,AFTER THE SEASON,PERISH.

I HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
I MUST SHARE,
STILL FRESH IN MY MIND,
I MUST SAY,SINCE I CARE.

THE CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ARE THE BEST,
THEY LIVE IN MIND
LIKE THE BIRDS,IN THEIR NESTS.

WHEN WE ARE CALM,IN MIND THEY SPARK
LIKE BIRDS CHIRP ,IN THE PARK.
WE LIVE THE MEMORIES YEARS LATER,
SWEET MEMORIES,MAKE LIFE,SWEET AND...
OF COURSE BETTER!

I STILL REMEMBER,MY CHILDHOOD DAYS,
I CAN RECALL THE EXCUSES,I MADE
THE CAUSE IS THAT,STUDIES I HATE.

I DID NOT LIKE TO GO TO SCHOOL,
EVERY TIME,I MADE OTHERS,FOOL.
IN THE NAME OF SICK AND FEVER,
I USED TO PRETEND,ILL AND SHIVER.

JUST TO PLAY EVERY TIME THE GAME,
I USED TO HIDE IN SUCH PLACES,TO NAME.
I USED TO BUNK CLASSES,IN MY SCHOOL DAYS,
TO PLAY THE GAME OF,PUZZLE AND MAZE.

I STILL REMEMBER,HOW MY CONDITION 
MADE OTHERS SCARE,
TO SCOLD ME, NOBODY COULD EVER DARE.
ALL WAS JUST FUN AND PRANK,
THEN ,I HAD NO REAL PAIN TO BEAR.
I WAS,NO DOUBT,THEN,A BIG LIAR.
TODAY I SAY,I HAD NO FEAR.

THE REASON WAS FALSE,
BUT MY HEART WAS TRUE,
WITH THAT EXCUSE,
I ALWAYS GREW.

I PLAYED THE GAME,
AND HAD ALWAYS,ON TOP,MY NAME.
THE GAME WAS PUZZLE AND MAZE,
AND I WAS ALWAYS THE WINNER...
NOT THE HARE,BUT THE TORTOISE.

I STILL REMEMBER THE STEALING OF CAKE,
EATING TOO MUCH OF WHICH,MY STOMACH GOT ACHE.
IN THE NAME OF HUNGER,
I FILLED MY TUMMY,LIKE A BUNKER.

I STILL REMEMBER THE AFTERNOONS IN SUMMER,
THE HEAT OF SUN THAT MADE THE AIR WARMER.
I STILL REMEMBER,I HAD TO HIDE,
TO PLAY WITH FRIENDS,BY RIVER SIDE.

DARK AND DEEP,
LIGHT AND BRIGHT,
OUR MEMORIES ARE WITH US, ALWAYS,
 SIDE BY SIDE.

SWEET AND SAD,
GOOD AND BAD,
MEMORIES ARE THERE,
TODAY,TOMORROW AND FOREVER.

PAINFUL MEMORIES,MAKE US SAD,
FUNNY MEMORIES MAKE US GLAD.
SWEET MEMORIES,WE CAN TREASURE,
WE CAN SHARE,...THE CROWD TO GATHER.





Contest Name: Funny Memories
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Date: 11.01.2022
Form: Rhyme

The Brain Beguiled

It’s so difficult to sustain the life 
in this senseless-tiresome-dry world, 
and that’s why I decided to fool the world to ease my life.

I took my head out of my shoulders and put it on the road
the very spot where I decided to beguile the others; 
the way was happened to be a moderately sloped downward road 
and that’s why my conscience rolling downward with very little or
no effort at all.

For I was moving forward without any hindering object or resistance
it became monotonous; I felt like play a prank for some fan,
so I bounced up and down, danced around here and there,
but it didn’t do any good because these were another dull
and slothful recurring motions. I closed my eyes being languid.

On the way I saw the snobs, who impudently
insist upon themselves are the microcosm, 
arguing each other wearing the ridiculously ugly masks,
“my territory has to be greater than yours.”

Because of those ridiculous masks 
finger point one another with infuriated yelling
I opened the eyes terrifying. As I woke, 
I saw a giant standing before me holding an apple 
in his hand staring at me; and ridiculous masks carry the explosive.

Who is this giant? And what is the explosive? I tried to 
move forward again after gave a moment of thought;
but this time, I was trapped in the midst of a battle field
where a rusted lump of heavy iron moves back and forth
on a double-headed serpent’s back, throwing flames from its mouth.

I gave up moving forward thinking, 
though it may not be the place to dwell, 
here is the place where I have to take a root; 

after rooted, the gray hairs grew to the limbs 
and branches of a dead tree, and bear the leaves 
and flowers, and some of them fell on the ground blown by the wind, 

then the rolling leaves on the ground 
become stones and road side footmarks.  
  
When colorless paper flakes
bleach the road side footmarks, 
they turn into the scentless petals
and cover the crushed masks lying here and there;

though these distorted masks didn’t say a word 
a goldsmith comes in the evenfall displaying proudly,
sprinkles the gold dust tinted with the reddened glow.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

Chimeric Illusions of Grandeur

Seventeen thousand special K 
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.

Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.

I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.

He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.

Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank

key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose) 
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.
Form: Rhyme

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