Bracing herself for her big moment
called upon to sing the show-stopper
She breathes deeply, exhales
pours all the feeling a twelve-year old girl
hides deep within
into words as much hers as if she had penned them …
Dearest Tenser:
Told you I would write you about the weekend.
Pray for them flood peoples and all. But got some news for ya.
She used a chrt to list the men she'd been with. We sat in the dining hall listen to her presentation. It was right before the BBQ.
She went inside and started cooking. Acting like everything was done on tth grill. I didn't say anything when people arived, holding my tougne. That Gal from Dizzies showed up. Dressed like a street thang. Netted jacket, netted pants. "A show stopper one peice", we told her to put Duct tape over the Specail treats cause our men freinds were here. She did it. Got mad when some one said something about it. Well back to thee BBQ. Miss Thang did the cooking. Had Short ribs with wine sauce potatoes and mushrooms. It was good. She cooked the short ribs in the crock pot for six hourss
and smoked a BBQ sauce on the smoker
and and tossed the ribs in
when her company arrived.
Acting like the whole thing was done
outside.
I stood laughing at her
write me back:I gonna meddle into why these pole choose us to be audeince to them.
Sincerly Your Tenser
I feel like I can go now,
I don't know that somehow,
It is just for the show,
The boat starts to row,
I began to go with the flow,
No matter if the tide is low,
It is what I reap and sow.
It is a sense of fashion,
It is still my passion,
There is nothing to mention,
I put on a lotion,
It is not a love potion,
I set myself into motion.
Torned pages turned into a papyrus tree,
Exciting fireworks set into a glee,
The spotlight hit the same place,
To save some private space,
What is it all about just to set me free?
The hind of salt and pepper,
The seasoning is proper,
I know it is a show-stopper,
I don't need a kitchen helper,
To set my meal on the table.
Let it be sunny,
Look, there is the bunny,
A pot of honey,
Pour into the glistening of willing,
I saw myself being silly.
Exhausted by the wind, the rain pelting gently,
Quiet as the night who sighs in shadows,
haphazardly over the skies, breathing wisdom
In stars glistening and glimmering, awake like the heart
Who knows the meaning of being intimate
With life, with smiles, insights into the music…
Music of tears, peaceful and soft like the feelings
Bleeding through the heart, the soul
Who knows – yes, the one who knows about pain,
Memories who tease away the temptation to listen
Beyond the moment, the truth, the hopefulness –
Into the promise of tomorrow,
the prayer fading
Silent like the soothing of a wind who brings gestures,
Grace blowing like laughter through the branches,
Nestled in boughs who lean to and fro,
beckoning to the
Spirit who knows – yes, and even the wind knows –
This blessing from the Son, the One who glows, quietly
Yet, showier – louder than any sun has ever shown!
I stood up to the plate
there was no way I wouldn’t give my all
I knew I would be tested with everything I had
there would be no makeover, no redo
this was it, the show stopper
the call for the performance of a lifetime
the final scene of the last act
be brave, it was now or never
it had finally all led to this
as loud as loud could be
I heard it in the silence of forevers
‘come on, give us all you’ve got’
and so it was I took my husband home
the hospital said the end was near
it was the final curtain call
his mind was tainted, not all there
thankful the end hadn’t come more abruptly
make every moment count is what I heard
so it was I would prepare my love
much like for a formal wedding ceremony
for the moment I’d walk him through the garden
down that aisle right up to heaven’s gate
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 17, 2022 for contest THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE sponsored by JCB BRUL - RANKED 1ST
The love you receive
Is the love that you meant to receive
Paddle with me,keep up with the pace
Through struggles and challenges
Comes growth
Move with the waves
Feel the movement
The anointment has begun
Do not hold yourself back
Be a show stopper
Do not ask,why me
Be grateful you have encountered that challenge
As that challenge will be your victory.
Somethings are not just amazing
They are just astonishing
Somethings are not just pretty
They are just beautiful
Your mind set
Dazzling them with your brilliance
Am I a show stopper
Introducing yourself
Mesmerise them with your elegancy
If they only knew
Capture the moment
Intice the audience
Blend with the atmosphere
Concentrating on your movement
Your natural sex appeal
Some people are not just perfect
They are just natural
Some people are not just clever
They are just intelligent
Yourself
Author Dana Redricks
June 8, 2027
I got rhythm in my soul. I got that fire in my soul that makes me stand up and be bold. I know this world can be cold. I have that rhythm that makes me never skip a beat. I that something inside of me that makes you want to stand to your feet. Some may call me sassy, but no not me, I’m just classy. I got that rhythm, because I’m far beyond rehearsal. I’m on the stage for the final finale. I’m a show stopper, a jaw dropper. I’m that rhythm of a toe tapper. I’m the rhythm of the night. Believing in myself that everything will be alright. I’m that rhythm that makes you want to stand up for your rights and never give up without a fight. I’m that rhythm that keeps you going, and always knowing that as long as you got rhythm you can keep on going.
Rear Admiral “Amazing Grace” Hopper
To her colleagues quite the show stopper
She turned computers to household items
And now humans know how to control them
A counter-clockwise clock hung on her wall
To prove man’s mind is not so small
Always looking beyond and above
Her vision and efforts a labor of love
My garden is a stage
Where all ballerinas present their best performances! It's show-time!
First breezed in the Tulip - the April-performance, the scintillating bulbs emerging,
And revealing to the world what ravishing beauties they are!
Then the Jasmine stepped in, like a very demure bride, attired in all white, and who can resist her charm!
Hydrangea couldn't wait until the Jasmine left with her heavenly fragrance,
And blew us away blanketing the tree with her white bloom of hundreds!
Rose, the Princess, knew she could wait and wait for her turn,
Keeping everybody on their edge, to witness the final performance with a grand entrance!
Applause everyone!
It was a blast!
My goodness! how did the DJ forget the bashful Blue Hibiscus? !
She was a little delayed because of the
inconsiderate Willow blocking her path!
She is here now, magical Show-stopper!
Queen of the willows, ferns, shadows and moss.
Her miniature dragon perched on her lap with pleasure,
Both together adding to verdant forest a duo treasure.
Unclear to the feral and fey which one is the boss.
Lady green velvet in her almost totally backless gown,
With cobweb tattoos and powerful bracelets of copper,
Curly auburn hair cascading down, a pleasant show stopper.
The most formidable beauty for miles around.
There is a hush in the forest, the woodland creatures pause.
Is it man? Is it human? Is it a slider or a prancer? We all hesitate.
It is a tiny garter snake, who has no idea of his almost fate.
Luckily these two guardians will not injure anyone without cause.
The forest gives them shelter, loving both for their observant skills.
They watch over closely the squirrels, raccoons, opossum and fox,
These two lovely creatures who never honor any clocks.
They tolerate much, but truly do not like any animal that kills.
Her presence fills the room with an aroma
Ease is within her body language
There is no words to describe how the feeling is
Her beautiful soul captures my inner thoughts
The man above must have taken his time for this one
Intelligence was born with her
Love is hidden in her heart
Those eyes that leaves nakedness on the body
Her soft voice leaves you trembling
She is not a show stopper
Yet she is indeed the show
I could not take my eyes off her
Facing the monument of eternal love
Let all soupers meet at Taj Mahal lawn
Situated in city Agra of beautiful country India
On the eve of world poetry day
Open mic competitions shall be the show stopper
Each one reciting their favourite piece of creation
From ten in the morning shall kick start
Faces thriving in anonymity
Shall finally come out of masked front
Mocktails of limericks,tanka,sonnets to name a few
Interesting interactions might churn out
New forms of poetry
As spring in India is in full bloom in march
Fragrance of poems shall mingle with floral scents
Spilling of emotions in most unique way
Pair of perfect days to refresh and rejuvenate poetry soup souls
I went to a nude beach one time
Where tanning was filling their needs
Ronald MacDonald in his prime
Showed his buns of sesame seeds
That's a crazy way to see a clown
But that wasn't the show stopper
Heads turned around and jaws fell down
When burger King showed his whopper!
The Dairy Queen's milk containers
Really caused most of the uproar
They looked the same, but twice the size
No one saw jugs that large before!
Singing While Wearing Sandals
What I wonder is who will be one who handles,
Some more problems that do involve scandals;
Frequent shopper,
And show stopper;
Singing Star Spangle Banner wearing sandals?
Jim Horn
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