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At the comedy club, there were chuckles galore
And the crowd was applauding and hoping for more
When then room rather suddenly went rather dark
And we realized it wasn’t just meant as a lark.
People whipped out their cell phones, providing some light
And the comics continued, still primed for the night.
As the club workers fiddled with wire and fuse,
The audience laughed – we had nothing to lose.
So we drank and we listened as darkness remained;
The comedians gamely kept us entertained.
The show must go on, as they say, and it did
Though the club never tracked down the glitch in their grid.
Sometimes life has a habit of tossing a curve,
Leaving some with a consequence they don’t deserve.
Still, the laughter last night sure provided a spark
Which was all that was needed to light up the dark.
Midnight comes and I'm lying in my bed wide awake due to
Anxious thoughts of what will happen tomorrow at the
Staff Christmas party. No doubt the alcohol will flow leading to
Questionable decisions made by myself in order to entertain others
Unnecessarily to cover my true inner self. I am seen by others as an
Extrovert, when in reality, I'm longing to be alone. Ideally, I'd be more
Reclusive than I let on, but the show must go on, and as the office clown, I
Am always expected to do a prank on a co-worker or spin a yarn. I am
Definitely hiding behind a mask, as so many others do. It's easier than
Expressing my true feelings and being who I want to be.
My memory lane
Entertainment in can’t complain
That would be lame
The Great White Way BROADWAY
My time at the Town Hall Theater on West 43rd Street in New York City
A City big and wide known as the Big Apple
The show was “I NEED A MAN’, a small role with a big cast playing a Date
Moment that took effect where time wasn’t wasted
It was as gospel play leading to spiritual
Nothing unusual
Showbiz seen through entertaining realize
Utter in the sound and it will be heard throughout the town
I hear voices chatter of words of who and how being heard
Care to dance or do you prefer to sit it out
The show must go on
The stage is where I belong
Life is never easy
Certainly not cheesy
Learned the Piano and Organ through a Professional Female Opera Singer and Male concert Pianist and Voice
Sometimes I cry and ask I want fame beyond my real name
Isn’t it rich
Be patient now
Through the light and dark, I have gone far
I know I was born to do this
Dancing is only part of the twist
Don’t stop me now or you will see my fist
Wait a minute, you told me you would give me that kiss
I guess it is a hit and miss
My memories in Pennsylvania came about through SHERATON HOTEL AND CONVENTION CENTER Lily Langtry Dinner Theater in Valley Forge, PA King of Prussia area
Juke Box Jubilee and Egyptian King
Ruling over colonies with dancing girls
The King was ready to be entertained
Appeared in “THE CHRISTMAS CAROL, THE NUTCRACKER and various other shows
One in particular being MOUNT HAVEN RESORT in Milford, PA in the. Heart of the Poconos
It was a musical moment of make believe delighting the audience
Some have said to me personally, “ I don’t know enough”
I call their bluff
All I can say is Spotlight, Dazzle, Music and audience applause
Showbiz best
Forever reminded
Uplifted and Determined
Encore being my finale
Showbiz friendly
My time being my fondest moments
Showbiz accomplished.
Flapping gay garment hung on balcony bannister
Trots obstinate flung spun over railing
Fixated brazen Brigette immune to embarrassment
Boosted bemuse formats never failing
Composed to procure prominence, step with stars
Stage bound show must go on motto
Constellation shift slides velvet curtain aside ajar
Planets orbit origin wins Lyceum lotto
Horoscope high hope performs fame premonition
Bright light box office tickets Brigette
Halcyon sky spiral beehive secures each audition
Sixties seductress frequency fills seats
23rd June
Absurd Truth
Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
guitar strings broken
drum pierced and deflated
harpsichord pawned
a moth ridden curtain stuck midway
chords hang silently in quiet retreat
audience retired with petty applause
the show must go on without crowds
sotto voce all that remains
cradles crescendo’s refrain
tunes into a lonely requiem
the music has fallen long ago
notes gather dust on the sheet
usher a melody of resilience
defy the ticket collector’s flight
a poet is birthed into voice
mutes the noise in his mind
a bit sore from his message
stands alone on the soapbox
orchestrates memory’s chime
soothes the fountain of words
defers his premature epitaph
17th May 2020
Allusion
There are many doors we all walk through every day;
Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason,
The door is unavoidable and it is always the season.
A never ending end,
Never been a friend;
Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts.
Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black.
If there was a way to never see Death again,
Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is.
Some say it is to raise kids;
Some say it is to accomplish dreams.
My reasons are the same as many other opinions;
Opinions are ten a penny.
People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess;
But you cannot know until it is the end,
Of the bitter sweet symphony show.
The show must go on!
Surely this is not the last song?
We need an encore for life;
We need to have hope before we are gone.
(Knock, knock, knock.)
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
my hands are cracked and bleeding
I gag as bone protrudes
but the show must go on.
my hands are tightly bandaged
once i disappear behind the screen
and light illuminates my hands
I look perfect.
I steady my tremors
and put my focus
into my performance.
I wish that someone
would peer behind the screen
kiss my hands
and hydrate my skin
with tears
but instead
I watch others puppet shows
at the slightest mistake
I waste no time
I rip the paper
but there they stand
soft, unscarred hands
I’m forbidden form their theater
for ruining the show
I learned to stop letting
my insecurities show
but I always worry
that others
struggle the same
almost to a fault
but instead
I hide behind the curtain
bandaging my broken hands
Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension
Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches
Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors, not jeer
Matches roll with blunder
Rumbling and grappling like thunder
Crutches and splints spread over
Bodies of the bruised fall over
Grueling matches live on
Under any pressure show must go on
It's not "business as usual" that linger
Players of theatrics in danger
Venues are slated by dates
Participants stipulated as mates
Previews of expected bouts
Reviews that excite and shouts
Year after year is the Rumble
Inside the ring that crumble
Event that sounds so noble
Fame, not fortune that bubble
A prelude to Wrestlemania
An interlude of regalia
A shot coveted in spotlight
A spot asserted with delight
Let's get ready to rumble!...
Unconventionally brilliant
Champions that are resilient
To being rocked down the chart
Living forever in our hearts
Sounds make you want to break free
From the boundaries of conformity
Let them rock you til you drop
Play the game, never stop
Like Mercury rising up the gauge
Under pressure to perform on stage
A kind of magic then ensues
The crowd erupt so enthused
The show must go on still
That would be Freddie’s will
He wanted somebody to love and trust
Not another one that bites the dust
Mr Fahrenheit will live forever
Their songs so many will treasure
Killer Queen come what May
But not without the great Mercury!