THE STAGE IS MY PAGE
I don’t write poems—
I live them/
Jazz is my heartbeat/
poetry my voice/
truth my purpose/
I don’t sing the words/
I paint them/
in sound, soul/
and hip-spoken stories/
Man, that’s the vibe/
I speak the music/
all day, every day/
words, beats, people, power/
Real voices change the world.
Dreams don’t work/
unless you do/
Speak it/
Live it/
Love it/
Every verse is a movement/
a music poster for the mind/
The mic is my pen/
The stage is my page/
A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
The words that flow from your lips mean harm,
irrational radical ruckus coming for disservice.
This nasty intent should sing the alarm.
But you see the issue here may have been missed,
I am not bilingual thus my ears cannot receive this intent.
I am deaf to this red faced announcement if you had not already guessed.
So do as you wish and voice your rage,
for me these words come from one under age.
I truly wish to soothe your soul from this stage.
- a bent and rusty nail can straightened -
but will never be the strongest
We are all on stage, making our story, building our life, and making our debut.
We thought no one was watching and we were on our own, our stage is here and now, it’s like a book we are creating, every line is ours.
Our stage is ours to create, we pick and choose, we can use anything we choose, some stages are positive and others negative, we all get choices and some get more than others.
We are all on stage, making our film, we are getting ready for our big debut.
Our life story unfolds every day, we make our life better or worse by the choices we make.
We are here by design, we are in this place we call our life, we are all able to pick our paths.
We get to pick our truth, our ways, our moments, all the things that make us happy, we get to live in our ways and make ourselves happy.
So make your stage perfect, love, forgive, grow, and spread the positive around, making the environment improve with each of us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The Predator's Stage
She planned it well, to vanish and to fade away
So, everyone would forget
A clever trap within the mess she made.
She left her things in an arranged design,
To pull at heart strings and keep us all in line.
You wouldn’t believe how many felt the blow,
Even had me feeling guilty
And shed a tear for one they didn’t know.
Behind closed doors she’s someone different
She is vile, a creature dark and cold, a psychopathic heart
A deceiving woman, a child beater through and through,
Not even lovable, though she tried to fool you.
To plan a ritualistic return.
She’s hiding now, preparing for the stage,
Because she failed in her new life
To come back grand and flip another page.
But I have watched the "grandeur" she has planned,
And spread the word across this weary land.
I called her out, the "crook on the loose" is known,
And now her seeds of spite will not be grown.
I’ve spoiled the plan, I’ve broken every seal,
The more who know, the more we make it real.
Her comeback stalls, her ritual is dead,
Because the truth is what we speak instead.
“Tell me” Would we want her back?
They fell in love when they were young
and at that time their love took center stage
even as they lyrics changed throughout the years
adding jobs and friends…
as the two of them slowly aged.
Then one day their children took center stage
and soon they found…
their love…still strong
could now be spread around.
Then the children grew and the house seemed empty
until their grand children took center stage…
and they found their love for each other and family
remained strong
as they both reached middle age.
Now, much older…with a great-granddaughter
Added to a family that commands the center stage…
they have settled down together
and are enjoying the glory of old age.
I look out my window.
The moon is all aglow.
The sky tonight is indigo.
Stars they come and go.
For me produce a show.
AP: 3rd place 2026
The sun sets
like a solo performer
Her soft gaze
Captivates the audience
She never had to rehearse
She's done this before
Knows the script like the back of her hand
The silent director
leads his final scene—
The starlet takes her bow
She kisses the ground
All her color leaves
As the ending nears
The earth stands still
She hides backstage
Never hearing her applause
The stage is set, my phone is off;
The play has yet to start.
The audience is filing in,
Preparing to depart
From reality for just a while,
An hour and a half
And hopefully, they’ll be rewarded
With a smile or laugh
Or possibly with sadness
Or nostalgia or with rage.
No matter which – it’s all contained
In lines upon the stage.
Forgotten are the problems
That they’ve briefly left behind,
Yet when the show is over,
Back at home that’s what they’ll find.
Yet in this brief reprieve they get to
Focus on the show
And the struggles of the actors,
Far from those that they might know.
Soft swell of Saturn,
the rings have begun to spin
gorging on the frost.
Sea goats are now center stage,
seasonal winds take control.
Here we are at the lunatic age..That cavorts upon
Its tempoal stage.. twenty first
birthday foolishness.Is manifest; in chronalogical millenial immoral
Guise..In which none confess. All the tools of betterment, are used by fools.' We bask in blue light luminous, chaos rules.'
Read truth and lies, both day and night
Reality now is (a state..) Ungoverned lawfully its
Awfull.. Often wickedly driven.' The cliff is looming..' and below the abyss ' kiss the Son before the final'e, Choose His Eternal bliss '
At first, she dreamed in mirrored light,
Mistaking shimmer for the sun —
She called the shadow holy night,
And thought the wound was love begun.
The mask adored, the heart obeyed,
Till truth, like thunder, split her trance;
She saw the role her soul had played —
The healer caught in circumstance.
Then silence came — not death, but birth,
A quiet deeper than despair;
She met the dark within her worth,
And found her Self already there.
No savior left, no beast to fight,
No wish for vengeance or control —
She stood, at last, in her own light,
The union of a once-divided soul.
Intros......
My Name is Segnali comprehend?
My name is Segnali we're is my dressing room?
it's almost showtime we're am I to be?
Segnali ! He yelled sounding mean and rude.
Segnali ! He spoke with such an attitude.
Segnali! That my real name forreal man
stop calling my name!
Segnali: Ricorda la Canzone! Provala Cantala!
Segnali Musica ! I don't know what your saying
why you saying my name?
Segnali Musica: 3,2,1 Musica! Gotcha Bruh,
see how you is.Me musica? you see musica?
No you don't, you see me, I'm Segnali:
Growling Prendi in giro un impostore,
fuori dal mio palco! Segnali Chiama la controfigura!
Tell you what Mister if don't stop saying my
name. Now he gone stormed off, what is this
picking up the costume: this from wardrobe
I shall put this on and when those others are
on stage I shall take this show to a new level.
Tell that Chump Mister to put my name on that
check and better spell it right to! Segnali "the Star
of the Show" Grimey aint nothing on me!
I can't stand that stage manager! I give him
a hard time everynight.
The Spotlight
Knowing who I am
Capable of doing
Assurance in knowing
Words assembled
Expressing out
Alone
But not beaten
Standing determined
Passed with no fail
Achieved
Totally destined
Being myself from within
Extending my purpose being a mission
Precision stance
Opportunity chance
Some say I don’t
I say I will
Doubt says I shouldn’t
I say I shall
I understand the reason
This is a need
There was that never
Had to be clever
Beyond standards
Overcoming fears
Thoughts and virtues
Issues that mounted
Lessons learned
Influences embraced
Effectiveness
Courage to explain
Happened in one segment
Center Stage
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