At the Stage Door
My friend and I had a memorable day,
When we went to see a favourite star in a play.
A week beforehand, we sent her a letter,
But this did not make our meeting any better.
At the end of the show,
Round to the stage door, we did go.
For a short while, we hung about,
Waiting for her to come out.
Soon enough, we saw,
Her exit the stage door.
Up to her, we cautiously went,
And mentioned the letter which we’d sent.
She didn’t recall if she’d received it or not.
Maybe being so busy, she just forgot?
With her, we politely asked for a photo,
But to our total amazement, she said ‘no! ’
Adding that ‘I hate the idea! ’
She made her feelings crystal clear.
She flicked her hand, as though brushing us away,
And her behaviour completely ruined our day.
Her fans feelings, she certainly knows how to mash,
But I guess all she really wants is the cash.
We’d driven all the way down there,
But, about us, she obviously didn’t care.
It was summertime and it was extremely hot,
And that reaction was all that we got.
Afterwards, we went for a late lunch,
But were too upset for food on which to munch.
The experience was different to others I’ve had.
It was memorable because it was so very bad.
I realise that fans can sometimes be a right pain,
But there was no need to treat us with such disdain.
I guess it may be a pain meeting fans night after night,
But I still think she could have been a bit more polite.
She treated us like something she’d found on her shoe,
And that is something which celebs should never do.
She very obviously saw us as being a pain,
So we’re not bothering to go and see her again.
It was an experience which we’ll never forget,
And her, I really do wish, we’d never met.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.
quote by Puff Daddy
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The Love Has Gone
(rick astley/d. spatsley)
The love has gone
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
Wake up beside you, and hear you breathing
And I can feel you in my arms
No one can know just how Im feeling
Knowing that our love can come to no harm
But as I open my eyes
Then I start to realise
That youre gone and I cant go on
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
What have I done girl, to make you leave me
Didnt I love you for all those years
If you open your eyes
Baby, then youll realise
That youre wrong, and I cant go on
You know I cant go on
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
Nothing will ever come between us
If you will just take me back once more
Ill show you just how much I love you
If youll just come walking through that door
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
(chorus to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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I want to thank all of the fans and media who made playing in the NFL such a wonderful experience. I have had the pleasure of meeting many of them.
quote by Barry Sanders
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Pain
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.
poem by Crystal Tutson
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Your Letter
I saw a letter lying on the floor
I couldn't help but look inside
Thought it was something that you must've left
Left there for me to find
All your words were on that page
All my dreams came true that day
I found
[chorus:]
Your letter...
Your letter...
It said you loved me
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that i would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter
I guess it just never occured to me
That you would feel the way i did
You kept the sweetest secret from my heart
You kept those feelings in
Though you never showed a sign
Give a clue to what i'd find
Inside
[chorus]
I was so happy that i almost cried
To think that you would think of me that way
It's like you took my sweetest dream
And made that dream come true
I would be with you
Always...
I saw a name i didn't recognize
I felt the tears come to my eyes
Seeing that the love that you've been longing for
Was another love, not mine
No, you never showed a sign
But it was right there in the lines
Inside
Your letter
Your letter
It said you loved him
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that he would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter
I saw a letter lying on the floor...
song performed by by 112
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The Fans
Submitted by: Ladywiz
Before we ever made the headlines
Or toured the concert halls
We survived our share of bar rooms
Stared at many motel walls
The years in Carolina
And all the one night stands
What kept the fires a burnin'
Back then, was you, the fans.
We two stepped out to Texas
Round and round the dance hall floors
Played the fair in Minnesota
I wish we could've played one more
We hope you remember
We're just the boys in the band
And what keeps the fires a burnin'
Is always, you, the fans.
(la da da, da da, la da)
I wish this night could last forever
Ah, but the show must go on
And we'll take home the memories
And we'll leave you with our songs
It's been good to see ya'll
Can we come back again? and again, and again
What keeps the fires a burnin'
In us, Is you, the fans.
As long as you remember, the boys in the band
We'll keep the fires a burnin'
For all of You, our Fans...
song performed by by Alabama
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Farewell To My Fans
A farewell to my fans
When I am just a faded memory,
and my dimensions shift in your mind’s eye-
think back upon the nights you spent at me
around a field of green beneath the sky.
For you were here the night back in 04’
The night that Jeter dove into my stands
When Yanks and Red Sox played a thirteenth Frame
he caught the ball but had to leave the game.
And you were here when A-Rod hit three bombs
Against the cy young candidate Colon-
you stood expectant in my left field stands
To catch the fourth if ever it should land..
Who can forget old Freddy and his pan-
The “Ancient Mariner” of Yankee fans
He wanders through my aisles just like a vendor-
He bangs the drum more slowly this September.
I’ve been the field where Ruth and Mantle played-
where DiMaggio stood out at center stage.
I’ve been the home plate where the luckiest man
bowed out before his disbelieving fans.
I’ve played host often to a Series game
My champions have added to my fame.
The shadows long upon my infield face
As days grew short and cool at Autumn’s pace.
I was the place George Herman lay in state
When he lost his fight for life in 48’
Thousands of you wandered past his bier
(the only one he didn’t want, I hear) .
But now my time has come, they say I’m through
And I think hard what Gehrig had to do-
He passed on the baton from failing hands
So I too say my farewell to the fans.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I love meeting fans. The people who are fans of my books are really smart and dedicated, because some independent comics are hard to get. I will drive all the way to Pittsburgh or Detroit to put it in their hands.
quote by Brian M. Bendis
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The Music Festival
The beat of the music goes THUD! THUD! THUD!
As revellers dance around, ankle deep, in thick, gooey mud.
Bedecked in waterproofs and their designer Wellington boots,
The festival goers are all having themselves a right old hoot.
Famous bands have been booked to headline.
The organisers pray that the weather stays fine.
Revellers of every age – both young and old,
Are wrapped up against the wild wind, so cold.
The fans sway from side to side and wave their hands,
As they sing along at the tops of their voices to the bands.
Some fans are here to see their favourite bands in the flesh,
While others want to check out talent, that’s new and fresh.
Despite the mud, there’s a smile on every face
Of the fans who, each year, flock to this place.
Some girls wear pretty flowers in their hair.
At their heroes on stage, they stand and stare.
The singer on stage, stands and sings famous hit after hit,
As the drummer behind him, bashes away on the drum kit.
Heard are the strains of electro-acoustic and bass guitars.
To be here, many bands and their fans have travelled far.
Everyone really looks forward to this wonderful weekend,
When they can listen to wicked sounds and make new friends.
Fans sing along at the top of the voices, until they croak.
The rain falls down again, and the poor fans get soaked.
Everyone is feeling happy and spirits are riding really high,
Despite the fact, not a single fan has managed to stay very dry.
Girls jump up and down and wildly scream.
Their perfectly made-up faces excitedly beam.
As evening falls and we head on into the inky night,
Mobile phones are held aloft and there’s a sea of light.
By the end of the night, everyone’s feeling drained,
But they’ll return tomorrow, ready to do it all again!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Last Letter
Thou left me in lachrymose
State when I got at my
Door letter placed with rose
And penned upon sorry…
The letter was little curled,
And was wet with pearls
Pain and rain was limpid
In words like the crystal…
Single glossy wisp of your hair
Left in enclosed pages
Burning both of us desire
Without any hope in fire…
Over any misunderstanding
Won't we change or leave hand,
Why then you did so leaving
My hand with cureless pain?
Because I loved you more
Than anything in the world,
Was that my fault to be
With you to the last breathe?
I want nothing but mine
Heart that you've taken away
From me and leaving pain
with untimely full rain…
poem by Narendra Rai
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Soccer Match
there goes soccer fans in deep sunray
we never care for deep sunlight
we are here to see champions beat
there goes start
fans cheer which is part
suddenly there team is goal down
but that is not making them frown
as they are confident our team will take crown
defender comes in pickle
as he does wrong tackle
that is pick
striker scores from freekick
with few minutes to go
fans say make strategy to get victory
and in last minute striker scores from long range
expert say do you get it is big upset
coach thanks fans for support
you are integral part of support
poem by Rohan Bendre
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Rappers
Rappers flow
With lyrics they curse
Prosper making dollars
By and by they will go
At times for some, meeting death
A turn for the worse
So often
From the dead of night
Till' the dawns early light
Feeling their pain
Ruling their plight
Peace, love and hate
Feelings of desperation
Pierce their souls
Some with truth
Heart felt pain
Some with a war stick
They watch it rain
On stage, another drama
Stories of desperation
Agony
Triumph
Degradation
Bless them
Pray for them
For at times
They too
Need love
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Gardening At Night (Acoustic 2)
I see your money on the floor I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
The yard is nothing but a fence the sun just hurts my eyes.
Somewhere it must be time for penitence. Gardening at night is never where.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night.
The neighbors go to bed at ten.
Call the prayer line for a change.
The charge is changing every month.
They said it couldn't be arranged.
We ankled up the garbage sound, but they were busy in the rows.
We fell up, not to see the sun, gardening at night just didn't grow.
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night
Your sister said that you're too young.
They should know they've been there twice.
The call was 2 and 51.
They said it couldn't be arranged.
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change.
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
just didn't seem to be too real.
We ankled up the garbage sound, but they were busy in the rows.
We fell up not to see the sun, gardening at night just didn't grow.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night
song performed by by REM
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Your Dear John Letter
When you wrote me a letter
To tell me I'm better off without you
A tear ran down my face
I wiped it away
Before I thought anyone would see
I ripped the letter in little pieces
So no one would read it
But now I wished I didn't
I have nothing but your memory now
But that's slowly slipping away
And if you died
I probably wouldn't cry about it
Because I cried enough for you
In the last couple of years
I guess when you told me
I was better off in the letter
I didn't believe you then
But now I know
That best thing you ever did
Was to write the letter
That broke my heart that fateful day
Scholars Of Knowledge
When would it be a good time,
For someone to make a decision...
That affects their life?
And every sign they had been given,
Had been ignored?
And they preferred to stay sitting,
In an approval of their ongoing ignorance?
As they have chosen?
Hmmm.
Although,
Don't get me wrong...
That's a good question.
I would say that person should wait,
To face the consequences.
'But wouldn't that be too late? '
Not really.
If one plays with bees,
Guess who gets taught...
By a stinging to them that comes?
And guess who is seen running away,
With a wish not to experience the pain.
To have on their priority list?
'I would think it would be the one pro-active.'
And that's a dilemma many of us face,
When trying to prove we have all the answers.
And yet,
Many of our most memorable experiences come...
When we have chosen to be at our dummest.
Making many appear to be scholars of knowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take,Take,Take
was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling
song performed by by White Stripes
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Fans Of Written Word Verse
fans I have no fans
fans are for past dead
fans are for present posers
I am not yet spent dead
I am still one of elite verse doers
I am still among rare word writers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fans made me. The fans gave me a chance, and they made me. Beyond that, my career has been trials and tribulations and ups and downs, so I have to have true fans riding with me.
quote by P.Diddy
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Late Last Night
Saw you in the restaurant
Late last night
You were looking in her eyes
Holding her hand tight
Said that you were working late
Well I guess that's true
You were working on somebody new
Ah
So you were in a restaurant with someone else
Why you were busy fooling me
Well I guess I fooled myself
But I won't be the fool again
And I tell you now
I won't stay around
While you play around
So
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
No no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
Cause I'm through...wasting my time on loving you
Did you give your to her late last night
Did you say those things you said
When we turned out the light
When she went to touch your hand
Did you hide the ring? Haha
Did you forget to tell her about me?
Yes you did
I saw you in the restaurant
And get in her car
I don't know where you went
But this time you went to far
Stumbling in the door at four in the morning
Just won't do
I won't stay around no
While you play around with my heart
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
Oh No no no no
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
No no
I don't wanna hear the same old lies (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through) I'm so through baby, wasting my time on loving you
Didn't I give you the best of my love? (of my love)
Worse or in bad
didn't I care enough (I care enough oh)
How could you go and just hurt me that way (hurt me that way)
Well I'm not gonna take it no more
Nononono
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
No walk right out the door baby (oh no)
I don't want your tight excuses anymore
Nono (nono)
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(wasting my time on loving you)
(So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door)
I don't wanna waste it baby (oh no)
(I don't want your tight excuses anymore)
I don't want your tight excuses
I don't wanna hear the same old lies again (by the same old price)
(Cause I'm through)
I'm so through baby wasting my time - I'm wasting my time
(Wasting my time on loving you
song performed by by Anastacia
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Dusty Springfield
The music of the Dusty Springfield still lives on,
Even though she, herself, is now dead and gone.
Every day, her songs are played on the airwaves.
About her music, many people still really rave.
When I hear her songs played on the radio,
Deep in my heart, I feel a really warm glow.
To her talent, many artistes still pay tribute.
Many a singer, her style of song, does suit.
She had massive hit after hit over her many years:
The sentiments, of which, still bring me to tears.
If she were still alive today, I think she’d be amazed,
How popular she still is and how much her songs are played.
She was just a normal, ordinary, middle class girl,
Who became one of popular music’s precious pearls.
She never let fame and fortune go to her head.
She chose to remain friendly and down to earth instead.
Her songs are ones which you can sing along to,
And you experience such a feeling of joy when you do.
There are a few songs, for which she’s very well-known,
And, in the world of music, these are set firmly in stone.
One of her most famous songs has to be,
‘You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me.’
‘I Only Want To Be With You’ and ‘Son Of A Preacher Man, ’
Are also really firm favourites amongst her many fans.
When on stage, she really gave it her all,
And always appeared to be having a right ball.
She had a real presence whenever on stage,
And with her audience, she really engaged.
She battled serious illness. She was so very brave,
And over ten years on, her fans still visit her grave.
Whether the day brings bright sunshine or showers,
Fans still make their pilgrimage to bring her flowers.
On ‘Dusty Day’, once a year, her fans come together.
In our hearts, she and her music will live on forever.
An entire day is dedicated to the precious memories of her,
And fans recollections of Dusty, once again, are stirred.
Many of her songs are famous world wide,
And when she passed away, many fans cried.
Her music unites fans from across every nation.
She really was a special lady and a real inspiration.
For her iconic style, she was very well-known -
A style which was exclusively hers and hers alone.
Her songs are still as popular today,
As the day she sadly passed away.
She died at the age of fifty nine, so never reached old age.
I wonder if she was alive today, she would still be on stage?
Since she passed away, over ten years have gone by,
But memories of her live on and will never ever die.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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