Long Star of the show Poems
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Mona Lisa's Reflection Speaks To Me
Leonardo's painting of the enigmatic Mona Lisa
took place in the fifteenth century near Pisa.
His oil painting of the model has evoked the mystery
of her and the artist, making it the most popular in history.
In the painting, the sitter is cloaked in a pleated brown gown,
sans eyebrows and lashes, common during that time, and a frown.
Or is that a smile? One thing about the artist is his use of the technique
of squaring the lips and eyes, creating the background, illusionist he speaks
Today she sits in Louvre Museum, forever immortalized, by visitors,
in the inquiry of curiosity as to whether she is smiling or taking prisoners.
In the history of art, no other person has been the recipient of such fanfare,
being the most talked about, visited, parodied, sung person, posing in a chair.
As I explore Leonardo's painting, I see his imaginary tears raining down,
so visceral, as he is turning in his grave realizing Mona stole his thunder.
I also hear lightning, his anger, like who made you the star of the show,
Mona, my dear, if it was not for I squaring those lips you would have no glow.
In that half smile, I see my alter ego coming into play, rising to the surface,
for even I sit lukewarmly, half-committed in life, with a half and half purpose.
Leonardo was brilliant for he brings forth a painting that brings people nearer,
.... of seeing themselves in a mirror.
connie pachecho
1/19/17
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
For years, I heard the sound of applause.
Audiences cheering loudly.
In silence, I hear the audience of myself.
A sea of versions, shouting proudly.
I feel the judgement of the crowd,
They've seen me perform before.
The new routine didn't stick as well,
The panel of experts were unsure.
"She's not used this song before,"
"It's too unique of a mix."
"Those moves don't fit the genre..."
"On the scorecard this won't stick."
I'd never seen this me before either,
Performing now makes me trip.
If I was the panel and the audience,
And also the star of the show...
Would I fit their boxes blindly?
Or be brave and give them what I know.
Shouldn't I give them a showcase?
A combination of all of me.
Screw the genres and the boxes,
Rip up the scorecard on stage freely.
Stick up the finger at the judgement,
Because I'd been hard enough on myself.
Step outside the guidelines with pride,
The audience acknowledging my wealth...
Of knowledge and courage,
Genres created out of the blue.
No way to score this one,
Too good to dismiss and better than the top few.
The audience hugs me outside,
The experts meet me too.
They couldn't give me the trophy,
A bite too big to chew.
While I lost the competition,
I won the applause.
An outstanding performance.
That broke all of the laws.
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
I know this will be a sensitive topic, especially at Christmas with people caring for or visiting their loved ones afflicted with Dementia or Alzheimer's—such a sad condition. Apparently, the worst thing to possibly do is try to jog the patient's memory, as it causes more stress.
Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
This is because brain regions involved in musical memory and processing (e.g., the cerebellum) are not as affected by Alzheimer's or dementia until much later in the disease course.
Please watch the video; it is so beautiful and touching. Marta Gonzalez was a professional ballet dancer who developed Alzheimer's. One thing she never forgot was her Swan Lake routine She passed in 2019.
1 Last Poem for My Scotian friend
Moonlight Silhouette
Moonbeam a stream of moonlight
So vigilant is your way
Assertive is your mood
Your beam caresses infinite desires
Always showing us a better path to follow
Casually blinding us by your moon dog glow
Quite perfect not to be the star of the show
Let your rhythm go
Dance like it ain't all that bad
Listen to what feels right
Let your rhythm go
A lyric of love
says an ode to an oath
Path to your heart holds no grudge
A design from way holds back
little protocol in being yourself
Although never free
Is it just a spark of what you write
Your effect is felt through visions
All fitting to the pattern of your dream
Hit three buttons for romance
Extra fancy slow moves
Extra flirty
Extra ferocious
Goodness and graciousness couldnt promise a cure
Winds of change fly off with the Northern breeze
Memories most belong to when I 1st met you
How do you feel when the love of your life
Whispers those three magical words
Perhaps you're feeling the glow of contentment
You get from the bees and the birds
Knowing that someone thinks you're real special
Makes your little old world worth living
You wake up each morn with a smile in your heart
The star of the show, top billing
Ready for every obstacle that lies in your path
Love makes them seem so much smaller
You walk with an extra skip in your step
Your stature appears so much taller
It's likely caused by your most confident air
As you travel through life unabashed
That skip in your step is a definite signal
You've reached a plateau unsurpassed
It's unbelievable what true love can do
It can change your life in an instant
Hoping you've found YOUR special person
If you have, don't let go for a minute
Stage set: Nineteen Seventy-Two
Enter threshold Jolly Jumper bouncing baby girl
toes grazing the shag
Next scene a little quicker
Clad in plaid she's a Big Wheels and corduroy blur
moving the plot along
Intermission (Orange Crush, Pop Rocks and Pixie Sticks)
Action: The games begin
Go Fish your Fisher Price Little People
out of the sandbox
you're too young to play with Matchbox
so cool until that Etch A Sketchy kid
sends your Slinky down the stairs
Plot twist: the corner store Mexican Jumping Beans
were infinitely more entertaining than Pet Rocks
The End
Well not "The End"
Training wheels are off and so is the star of the show
Careening towards the eighties
With her Choose Your Own Adventure collection in tow
18.02.25
Composed for Line Gauthier's
Where were you in the 70's?
An invitation arrives to my first dance
I'm hoping for some sweet romance
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
Hope I find some creative flair
Top hat and tails and lots of glam
If I don’t find a dress it will be a sham
Off to the thrift shop I must go
For a few dollars I can be the star of the show
I pick up a stylish pink feather boa
Like the posh ladies wear from Genoa
A designer dress for a couple of bucks
Hope the guys come here for there’s a lovely tux
A pair of high heels and my outfit is complete
Those society ladies simply cannot compete
I will simply be the belle of the ball
For my outfit will look the best of them all
When I arrive at the dance I simply steal the show -
That night I go home with a handsome new beau!
Contest:-) Putttin on the Ritz
Sponsor Judy Konos
10th August 2015
Jan Allison
I’ve Seen The Future
I've known the truth, since the day my eyes were opened,
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show;
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon;
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I know.
This whole thing is an illusion, were just part of the plan;
But even if that’s true, I'm still a man.
Who can see such beauty, in such bitter sadness;
Who can't be happy, even when surrounded by happiness.
Experience teaches us things, we don't want to know;
But if you learn from your mistakes, you will know it's time to go.
My friend died of a heart attack,
Is there no way I can bring him back?
I want to learn immortality, so I don't end up like that;
But I don't want to live forever, for Heaven sounds quite a laugh.
It was written in a book, two thousand years ago.
The prophets spoke of things to come
And Jesus was the star of the show.
He sacrificed himself, to free us all from damnation;
But now were condemned to end the world.
There is gonna be a termination.
Einstein lead us to the bomb, that condemned all human beings;
For power leads you to be evil, there can be no happy ending.
The end of the world is nigh, they've been saying for years;
Now their words will become reality…the end is here.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Stars falling from the sky like diamonds from a crown.
Jewels fell through time, to fall all around.
A woman cracks a smile, you pass and they frown.
Greased lighting passing between the posts touchdown.
She's the star of the show by far, as the moon came down.
The chitter chatter starts, you're the talk of the town.
Free of charge, or sale of the century or was it a shakedown.
I'mfalling just falling, if I screamed, no one would hear me.
A man walks through an enchanted wood but nobody see's.
An evil spirit stares between the cracks of the tree's.
Like greased lighting he is onto you, giving you the third degree.
Save me, by all that is good in this world, a plea.
A fantasy world that's hidden between the lines, for thee.
Hidden in a sale book on a dusty shelf, so full of mystery and glee.
comp entry 16/12
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