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To me, getting notes, honing the part, and refining the role is the real fun of the play.

quote by Swoosie Kurtz
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The Clown In The Circus

What can i say..
I'm just the clown
Someone to cheer you up
And laugh at when you're down

That's my part
My role in this game of life...
When the odds are stacked again you
I'll role the dice

I'm a lover not a fighter
I'd rather laugh then cry
I don't look further then immortality
And i don't ask questions why

I'm just the clown
I'm just a clown
But what happens when the one who makes you smile
Is the one who's feeling down?

I can't lose my will to live
Or my part in this play
Who will be the one
To take these clouds away

What can i say...
I'm just a clown
I want to cheer you up
I don't want to see you frown

Lifes too short
In this theatre play
but i can't always be the one that's gonna make your day...
But i will try

Just remember at some point in our lives
We all need time
An a shoulder to lean on when we cry
Love from the clown xx

poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Hip Hop It Really Rocks

Botched up and rocked by hip hop...
That has drowned out all the pop,
People 'use' to love a lot.
Although almost on top is hip hop...
Like it or not,
It is part of culture.
And hip hop can't be stopped!

Pop...
Botched up and rocked by hip hop,
Is no longer the main 'thing' on the scene.
With a meaning meant,
Like the appetite for Fort Knox.
And pop now in shambles.
Struggling not to be completely dropped.

Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.

Botched up and rocked by hip hop...
That has drowned out all the pop,
People 'use' to love a lot.
Although almost on top is hip hop...
Like it or not,
It is part of culture.
And hip hop can't be stopped!

Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.

Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip hip hip hip hip-hop,
Is in a glorifying role.
Hip-hip-hip-hip is hot,
And in a glorifying role.
Hip-hop it knows it really rocks.
And in a glorfying role.

That hip-hop grows and can't be stopped.
It's in a glorifying role.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music, Like Love

Music, like love, dear from the heart
Is such gift distinct to play part
In its sensuous role as an art
In building the soul to its start.

Music, like love, makes the world stark
With harmony to render spark,
Placing a wonderful mark,
Bright for life to come out of dark.

Music, like love, evermore lies
Straight to the very light, it cries.
It awakens the soul to rise
Upward to feel its refining guise.

Music, like love, has such a bind.
Ooh, how music does wash the mind
For all tranquility to find.
To the mind, it is very kind.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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A Journey Of Honing Words And Wasps...

i hone myself, and i honing i am honed,
like a drone like one drowning drone who wants to master the art of
drinking water, he must have to drown himself first
or even die,

but that will not be the end of it,
dying does not end,

it gives you a start, an upstart of what lies ahead
perhaps
a new beginning, but let us pretend that we do not die

we just hone and keep honing until the honing is perfected
until we become nothing but honers of this craft of living life
like
crazy drones that drown themselves in the water to drink the
whole ocean of thirst and hunger

do not think that i want you to feel what death is and make you
understand about it,
i am just talking and keep on talking to myself because

i want to hone myself into dying, because dying does not actually die itself but simply keeps on dying
until it gets perfected.

and how is it to be perfect? continue talking, i am tired and
i am still as broken as you are.

do you see wasps in the air?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hero And The Theif

I'll play the part of the hero,
You play the role of the thief.
With sword in hand
I take my stand.
I take my stand right here.

You played your part
And stole her heart
While the hero goes away.
But I'll return
To save the girl
When I come back some day.

I walk the longest road
Past castles and through time.
On my way home I'm coming
To save the world I left behind.
Years gone by as time fades away.
I'm longing for the day
That I return
Knowing that I've earned
To see her smiling face.

You've played your part
And stole her heart
While the hero was away.
Now I've returned
To save the girl
Banish you from today.

I've played my part as the hero
You've played your role as the thief.
I've saved the girl
And saved the world
The hero and the thief.

poem by Ricky Perron
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We have been given a role to play. We have been asked to provide, to give lectures on the role of Islamic development and the way we do it here, so the people who are Muslims there would understand what the role of Islam is.

quote by Abdullah Ahmad Badawi
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Every role you play is literally - and I've said this before - every single role that you play, the only way you can connect to that character is because that was a piece of you that was scattered around that yard, almost like we got caught up in some whirlwind.

quote by Terrence Howard
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Swimming With A Shark

She tried to warn me
right from the start,
she said she had a friend
that had stolen her heart,
even though I was warned from the very beginning
I liked her so much I kept right on swimming,
I know winning her over would be tough to do
so, when she gave me an opening
I slipped right through,
Now that I'm in
the water seemed to have gotten deeper,
I'm not so sure
that she's a real keeper,
I think she swims along
plays her part,
but she can't 'feel'
because she doesn't have a heart,
I've even thought about backing off
so, maybe she could find
the soulmate she'd lost,
but I also know that she really needs me
and swimming away from her
isn't quite so easy,
but so often I ask myself
what role do I play
am I just another 'fish'
or am I standing in the way,
I hate being confused from one day to the next,
feels like I'm tangled up
in a fisherman's net,
a part of me would like to leave
and get out of the dark
but there's the other side
thats madly in love with the shark

poem by Bernard Snyder
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I wanted to play piano, and that slid quickly into writing - it wasn't enough to play other people's notes: I had to write notes too.

quote by Luc Ferrari
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Do It For Your Love

Each single day I get up and make my way
And it all comes into view
Its like a part in a play
You can turn it around in so many different ways
But its still the part you play
And so to you I dedicate
This role they have handed me
And I will do it for your love
Down in the street you can win or lose
To that crazy beat
But youll never change the tune
cos the tune is the song
And song is the game of life, we just come and go
But we can laugh and we can bend
Together though, me and you
So I will do it for your love
Look around, see that you see
Theres no sense in being so blue
Now Ive got to have a reason for seeing this out
Other than seeing it through
So I will do it for your love

song performed by by Chris Rea
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I am just a Child of Beloved nature!

I am not that,
I am not this,
I am that words can't say,
Just like unpredictable,
I Live like child of the nature,
Having sunshine in my mind,
Having cloudy sky too,

Just like a child playing with mother,
I see stars in her sky reflect in my eyes,
Those stars also brighten my dreams!
My need she fulfills,
For my questions she responds with great answers,
I am loving my mother,
I dance with her jumping with frogs and flying with butterflies,
Singing with birds,
mew with kittens, playing with puppy,
Seeing all of them as my own,
I am the child and never like to live more than that!

Life is not real for me,
Just flow of time make me sleep, dream and awake,
Work is my play, problems are quiz,
Whole life is not a puzzle,
Only wonderful play of rainbow of colourful light,
Pain or happiness are momentary,
I feel everything temporary,
Self is that playing with self alone,
Self is that ever like to live like a kid,
neither born nor die,
Never aging truth beyond time is me!
I am a part of its play,
I have to play a role,
I learn to act and play my role,
years after years roll,
I too roll life after life,
Yet remain as kid for ever!

I complain about my pain,
She has that ever soft hands to wipe tears!

When I am sad, she sends birds to sing for me,
when I am mad, she has that teacher to correct me,
She is my beloved mother, I am her loving kid!
I am learning what I am,
She teach me well with all love!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Where Can It Go

(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Typecasting

I did not wish to play the villain.
You insisted repeatedly,
That I fit the part.

Now that you have convinced others,
I 'am' the villain...
Who will you now select to play the victim?

Since those who know you,
Have grown tired of seeing a typecasting done...
Too well. And, with you playing that usual role.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I'm trying to play into this role as much as possible and be a nicer person in real life.

quote by Fisher Stevens
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Magic

Which of me
Is there in my
Poetry…
You’ll never
Be able to
See ;)

I love to
Role-play
To bewitch
Thee.

So, by the
Time, you’ve
Guessed –
Yes, that is
The real ‘me’
I’ve vanished
And donned
Another garb
To play –
Hide and seek
With thee ;)

(Poem themed on Disguise)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Pity and mercy

Pity has no role to play
Where no one is made poor.
Mercy has no role to play
Where no one is made weak.
No one aspires for uniformity.
29.04.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'd Rather Be A Man

(lead vocal - david paton)
You don't fool me with your tinted eyes and make-up
The firebird hides in shadow when you wake up
Your golden hair is black
Your jeans are tight but your hide is slack
Try it on the company but you don't fool me
Well i'd rather be a man than play my role like you do
I'd rather be a man than sin my soul like you do
I'd rahter be a man than slave the way that you do
I'd rather be a man cause a man don't crawl like you do
You don't fool me with your easy lies and fables
You won't see me in ten buck furs and sables
You sparkle like a snake
The wine is real but the glass if fake
Blame it on the apple tree but you don't fool me
Well i'd rather be a man than play my role like you do
I'd rather be a man than sin my soul like you do
I'd rahter be a man than slave the way that you do
I'd rather be a man cause a man don't crawl like you do
Your golden hair is black
Your jeans are tight but your hide is slack
Try it on the company but you don't fool me
Well i'd rather be a man than play my role like you do
I'd rather be a man than sin my soul like you do
I'd rahter be a man than slave the way that you do
I'd rather be a man cause a man don't crawl like you do
I'd rather be a man cause a man don't crawl like you do
I'd rather be a man cause i wouldn't wanna be like you

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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A Comedy

MADAM, you bade me act a part,
A comedy of your devising--
Forbade me to consult my heart,
To be sincere--or compromising.

The play was not my own device,
My stage-struck youth lies far behind me;
And yet--I thought it would be nice
To play the part that you assigned me.

Thus have I learned my rôle so well
That, as I play, you question whether
Fate has not taught your jest a spell
To bind me to you altogether.

The truth is this: so ill I wrought
In mastering the part you gave me,
That now 'tis tyrant of my thought,
And nothing in the world can save me!

Between me and my work, your face,
In haunting fashion, daily lingers;
Your eyes make mine their dwelling place
Your dream-hand thrills my idle fingers.

Through death-white nights I dream of you--
Of what might move, and what has moved you--
Ah! no! There's nothing you can do!...
...It's not as though I really loved you.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Crazy Dave

He fronts the band so tall he stands his name is crazy Dave
He fronts the band this tall thin man his name is crazy Dave
Like a snake he moves to rock he groove yes that’s crazy Dave

He’s a rock man who fronts the band
He’s the rock man with the band
Play. Play. Play crazy Dave

Its rock and roll played from his sole
he’s scared to make a mistake
As he twists and turns the music burns
and the crowd start to rave.

Its all the same in his brain
As he plays guitar for fun
The riffs he strums as his guitar hums
Play. Play. Play. crazy Dave

The sounds are high his stings cry
As he hit those high notes
A C D C aerosmith petty and status quo
Crazy Dave had to be brave as he played his rock and role
Play. Play. Play crazy Dave

poem by John Mc Cudden
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Part

Of something, separate, not
Whole; a role, something to play
While one is separate or parting;

Also a piece, a section, as in
Part of me is here, part of me
Is missing; an essential portion,

Something falling to someone
In division; a particular voice
Or instrument (also the score

For it), or line of music;
The line where the hair
Is parted. A verb: to break

Or suffer the breaking of,
Become detached,
Broken; to go from, leave,

Take from, sever, as in
Lord, part me from him,
I cannot bear to ever

poem by Phillis Levin
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