Stardom beams, ascends,
thin arms lit in show-time glare—
fame salts fragile skin.
applause hardens inside out
talent burns bright, then burns out.
Replays harken back
success narrows its focus
to reclaim heaped praise.
inspiration in tatters,
worn out by adulation
Tall poppies are cut,
brittle star loses its arms
pulls back, swells its head
drunk on self-adulation—
it's well past its use-by-date.
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^ ^. * movie star dreamer *
* flutters her big eye lashes *
* never quite enough *
Stardom caused me scars;
I'm happy with what I have;
No paparazzi.
Star
Shine on
Shine upon
Me, in the night
Sparkling in my dreams
Show me, to look above
Lead me, where I need to be
I want to be able to to see
Hope from your stardom, shining in dark
To uplift my spirit......................forever free
Heidi Sands
4/9/22
Orange megastar of rosy early morning skies,
Richer than all of the others' remote sparkling,
Powerful, charming and extremely charismatic,
Drawing all of nature, and the beautiful people.
Sunset stunner, captivating the adoring press,
Though black space is your permanent address!
A reclusive eccentric superstar, and so creative,
For the summertime is overcrowded with blooms.
And during nights, you lend light to pale moon!
Super rich and possessing the gold Midas touch,
The gazes of red sunflowers are on you all day!
Live in small town north of Toronto
Entertain the neighbours by doing the mambo
Quite graceful I admit
To watch, one needs a ticket
My path to stardom will surely follow
If I were famous I would hide until the notorious prominence blew over
Jiggery-pokery
Taylor Alison Swift
jilted country roots and
embraced pop sound.
Spilled her ink at midnight
indefatigably.
Teenage breakup anthems
made her profound.
Hippity- Hoppity
Taylor Alison Swift
worked two times harder to
make her thought art.
"A million-dollar song"
enthusiastically
drove her to go beyond
and topped the chart.
December 30, 2020
Travelling the road to stardom
Following pathways to our dreams
My best buddy, guitar and I
Share hopes, visions, wishes and schemes.
We've written an awesome love song
Which eagerly waits to be heard
There's a special kind of magic
In both the music and the words.
We're on our way to Tennessee
Over sea, road and railway track
To Nashville City, here we come
Nothing will ever turn us back.
Poppa bought me my first guitar
When I was only just turned three
Ma and I really believe
Stardom is truly meant to be.
No pals could be any closer
Together we will always be
We're going to make the big time
Wait and see, then you will agree.
We're on our way to Tennessee
Over sea, road and railway track
To Nashville City, here we come
Nothing will ever turn us back.
* * * *
19th July 2020
A song of hope - Poetry contest
Sponsored by - John Hamilton
Written to the tune of - Chariots of Fire.
Thrilled with the placement - Thank you!
Accompanied by cutlery
hit ceramic soprano 'tinks'
Operatic hot sudsy path to stardom love ballad
Tears drip dramatically
tap's hydrating heart sinks
Acoustics of kitchen, false impression of talent
My memory allows me at this very late stage
To still recall a picture of me at 4 years of age
In my hooded brown snowsuit
Front walk looking cute
Destined for stardom, earning a dirty big wage
Live in small town north of Toronto
Entertain the neighbours by doing the mambo
Quite graceful I admit
To watch, one needs a ticket
My path to stardom will surely follow
Those who live in the bright spotlight of fame
Soon grow weary of critical acclaim
As targets for media seeking to shame
Their stardom goes nova in a burnt out flame
*Entry for Brian Strand’s contest
A world as disconnected as hers,
could never imagine true love in song--
she disregards the right and embraces what is wrong,
her tears fade into ashes,
and a burden pains her still,
she is blinded by the flashes--
and consumed by her own free will,
yet all the world still loves her--
her resplendent charm in the eyes of the masses,
as she shines luminously under a spot light,
torn away from everyone who trespasses--
a sea of worshipers and not a friend in sight,
there was nothing she did not own,
magic white lines carry her to bliss,
lonely thoughts puncture her troubled mind--
she dwells on the softness of her mothers kiss,
reminiscing of memories she can not leave behind,
but now she is the starlet she longed to be--
who should really take the fall for this pain?
because the idea, after all, is to simply entertain.
Super stardom is where I want to be
into the bright lights and oversea
Telling my story as I reach my dream
Nothing will be possible without my team
As I walk toward the light
Stardom is so, so bright
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