Waiting In The Wings Poems - Poems about Waiting In The Wings

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... “And, by the way, it used to make the beer brewed here — it is used to make the brewed beer here in this refine- — oh, Earth Rider, thanks for the Great Lakes. I wondered why (inaudible) — (unintelligible).” ~Joe Biden POTUS -...and THANK YOU Wynona Ryder, the Great Pumpkin and RED...

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We stand here waiting in the wings, Our time to be on stage getting nearer. There are still a few of you who remember last time we made it on stage, Quite a drama it was though we never made it past the first act. We weren't as big then and our numbers fewer, so we lost in...

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Sunlight weaves between the bones of skeletal trees. And a web of shadows dance with each feisty breeze. A silver sky shimmers like cheap carnival glass. Yet, the fickle sunlight's too weak to free the grass. As snow accumulates, bare branches almost break. Bowing low to the ground; with the weight of each flake. Sugar Maple sap stalls; not even one sweet drip. And snowmen aren't melting; frozen in Winter's...

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They watch, they wait to see my fate. never adding nor subtracting hauntingly and numb. They wait in the wings of indifference to announce my outcome....

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My life has been a stage On which I've played the roles Of friend and lover to the ones Who came along and touched my soul. The play is almost over now, And yet, my heart still sings When I turn around and see you Waiting in the wings. It's no small part you play, As you enter on the stage. The audience will rise...

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Your voice is trembling, I hear above the rafters. The silence that haunted yesterday, Is new pestilence, Birthing the lies that creep up behind you, When you tell yourself, "It's alright". The valleys and the gorges that you've intended, Are lattice-shaped hatred with a blade. I dare not speak, For I may shatter in the...

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The colors she wore clashed in confusion. One sock grey, one sock blue as her mind wandered ... where? She never knew her name called out of the fog. The blouse buttoned wrong with sleeves too long and she didn't belong ... anywhere. When the fog settled in, she stared out, turned around full circle to a stop. Very foggy now walking into a room not...

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