The Stage Is Bare (A Michael Jackson Tribute)
The stage is bare
only a microphone stands alone.
A part of our life is gone;
no, more we hear the words and music
that once so tenderly graced our ears.
A gulf remains for the life not there,
now gone forever from our lives.
Only a memory of what had been
and what had filled so many empty souls.
The stage is bare
and all that remains is a ghost
of what had been.
A haunting memory of someone’s life
before they left the stage of life.
No more now the suffering of mortal pain,
they left with an always-remembered name.
Their star still shines
in all that remember a life that once was.
7 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Players
The summer leaves in autumn fall
covering grass and garden walls.
A passing page on life’s stage
soon forgotten as the next season calls,
a circling unforgiving tide
that carries with it our passing lives.
Players are we upon the stage
of life’s ever turning page.
We live today and pray for tomorrow
that we may again grace the stage
of its next passing page.
And so life goes on
from birth and beyond
as players on the stage of life.
23 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Are You Lonesome Tonight?
(words & music by roy turk and lou handman)
Are you lonesome tonight,
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if youre lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the worlds a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why Ill never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But Id rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and Im standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you wont come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Who I am on stage is very, very different to who I am in real life. But I don't see that having a sexy image when you are on stage means that you don't love God. No one knows what I'm really like from that. I like to walk around with bare feet and I don't like to comb my hair. I'm always so glammed up and so diva on stage and that's what they see. People don't understand that... No one knows my personal relationship with God and it's not up to me to prove that to anyone.
quote by Beyoncé Knowles
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Specters
What is the architecture of a life?
Not the bricks and mortar of cells,
The branches of arteries and veins,
Sinews, muscles or bone that made you.......
The gene machine.
The big bang with which every life begins.
I am grateful to the sperm donor;
To the warm wet nest that nurtured me,
Until the time I made my first appearance.
It is the only time you have centre stage,
The star.
For me though there were no loving arms
Gentle words,
Lullaby,
Having made me, the two principles left
Exit stage right.
They sadly could not stick around,
To mess me up or be of any influence,
But they made me, gave me life
The architects if not the builders,
That was left to kinder hands.
So why are always specters at my feast?
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Memory of CATS - after T.S. Eliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber
Midnight not a soul on bare scene left,
like hurt heart that has been reft
from cue beat on life’s stage.
Just spotlit echoes must haunt empty stalls,
outcast cats have sprung their cage.
Memory, all alone as bright lights dim,
where once stage-struck might minds swim -
fast bust cast must disengage!
Phantom sound waves hesitantly recall
heavy heart’s swing – turn the page!
No more floor dance, no performance,
cast is fast askance,
Time encircles plush stalls and circles,
silence, footloose, heavy falls.
Daylight, one must wait for the sunrise,
for no longer may cats’ eyes
twinkle out and assuage.
Only echo, tonight as comparison galls,
henceforth hovers here onstage.
Time disperses all fat purses,
contract contrast appals,
sad circumstance, outlook errance,
promptly unmasks surface romance.
Ditch me, its so easy to leave me
all alone with my memory
of full-house pounce bounce - turn life's page!
If you ask me you’ll understand necessity prompts
search for fresh part to engage...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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May remain as bye gone
Yes days may remain as by gone
Sweet memory may remain and can't be undone
It is all that we have to bear and remember
Lasting thing may remain with us for ever
It is like river flow
It has to die down and nothing to grow
The water may recede and easy to monitor
Can be life line in day’s time and to act as creator
New population or life may emerge on the bank
Many houses might have been washed away lives sank
Yet it is unforgettable link and to remain forever
We have to forget and nothing to regret however
We can not hold one opinion in all the times to come
Whether sad or happiness, both are inevitable and welcome
It may form in formidable chain of events
Some one to be remembered and forgotten as past moments
Life as such if you may evaluate
Can not be compared or equated
It stands in tune with the time and related
To someone it may be happy memory and to some one as ill fated
It is not merely coming on earth
Grow up with age and ultimately face the death
It has something more than to do and excel
Life is all about to be lived again and performed well
It is not raising of one’s self or rearing a child
We are not living in primitive stage and stay as wild
It is all about living as human being
There may be different characters such as poor, beggar or king
Life to some one may look as mountain
To some it may look like as green fields with fountains
How to spend it with more pleasure may be worry?
To some one it may be sordid affair to feel always sorry
It has different feeling at each and every stage
It may not vary with advancement of your age
It is static and has its own sphere of influence
You may start liking it if properly adjusted at once
It is our usual business to get along and reach the shore
There is nothing like little efforts or driving more
It is with equal force and in tune with demand
The ship has to be sailed on water and not on sand
Life may soon be over with all that you did
You might have reached to the end with or without any lead
It is not searching excuses for what you observed
It is all the time achievement that was due and you deserved
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is challence accep it
Life is a word of wonders
Life is lonely
Life is joyful
What is life when all you,
do is breath
Life's a gift now you're wiht me
Life is full of frustation
Life can grab you anytime
Life remains always silence
Life is challenge, accep it
Life is not a bed of roses
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
A sweet memory of,
Childhood is life
Purpose of life is to grow
Challenge of life is to,
overcome
Life Goes on.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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There are many stages to a man's life. In the first stage, he is young and eager, like a beaver. In the second stage, he wants to build things, like dams, and maybe chew down some trees. In the third stage, he feels trapped, and then 'skinned.'' I'm not sure what the fourth stage is.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Stages Of Development
Every life goes through stages,
stages of development.
It starts with our birth,
the first stage in our lives,
and ends with our death,
the final stage when we
evolve to a higher plane.
Each stage along our journey
prepares us for our final stage
and the journey
that has to be taken by us all.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Better Part Of Life
We're all together once again
For the first time in i don't know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what we'd be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin' star
And you all said that i'd go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Better Part Of Life
Were all together once again
For the first time in I dont know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what wed be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin star
And you all said that Id go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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To The Woman Of My Dream
If there were only one moment
Left of this fragile life to live
I would run to you and hold on
And in your arms dance forever...
Each embrace remains with me so
The the memory suspends
My lifetime in an air of love
That has risen by you alone...
If the pain in my heart you knew
The ache turning me inside out
Like an X ray, penetrating
The walls around me fall for you...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Sweet Memory To Me
You are such a sweet memory to me...
How you showed me how beautiful life can be...
You serve as my sunset in my life...
You made me believe that there will be a brighter tomorrow...
You are like a leaf that is blown away by the wind..
You make feel so free....
You teach me to just let life blow me away whatever i do...
You are like the star that shines in the sky...
You are always there to help me reach my dreams...
You showed me what life can bring...
Now that you are gone
You are just a sweet memory to me..
A memory that can never be replace
A memory that can never be erase...
poem by Karima Puzon
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Endless Search
It is endless search
I am not sure whether I will reach
It is difficult to learn or teach
But dilemma remains as such
With the advent of age, you grow tired
You don’t like the people around you to admire
So far you tried to win them away on hire
You kept your house safe from burning fire
You now try to search the good of past days
How you were being pushed and taken away
You had glorious and sweet memory to remember
As everybody in family loved you as beloved member
I was so much enthusiastic when tried to greet
I would have never contemplated or accepted defeat
I had only one aim of reaching to highest peak
I wanted only and not the words to speak
I left behind everything and sacrificed
I wanted to fulfill as already promised
Nothing was stopping me from going ahead
I was in all the way destined to lead
As it happens with living beings
It also ends sometimes and bring
All woes and tales to make you wonder
You look at the cloudy sky but remain unaffected with thunder
Certainly I have left behind some precious things
Friends, relatives everything to play in the ring
Mighty only survive and rest disappear
Or suffer with pain agony to bear
I open my memory box to find something special
I get nothing even if reach the stage of burial
It can never be had as they are thing of past
The life disintegrates and end near very fast
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life's Last Curtain Call
The stage is empty, the curtain drawn
So loud the silence, everyone gone
The presentation, a life so dear
Has abruptly ended, the angels near
Life is so fragile, never to take for granted
The seeds we sow in life, will be what we planted
Be thankful for each and every breath you take
And for the morning sun when you awake
Your time on this stage will be so brief
Then the curtains called and so much grief
Help your brother and be pure in heart
And go with the angels when you depart!
By Dogs4donna
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Putting words on hold
some words, some elaborate words
they have not acquired a life
in my system, so they shall not have
the chance to grace my humble stage - the page
i reckon they are still in the makeup stage
bewildering over which colours
to choose for their cheeks, nails
as well as the most flamboyant
outfit to go with them all
until they claim a character
of their own, they shall be held
in silence behind the large red curtains
of my academic stage
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Need For Music
If you wish to hear music within your ear
you must quiet yourself inside.
For all the dissonance surrounding this world
will have you try to decide.
'Do I want to be part and parcel of this
or refrain from all of it? '
I've decided at this stage of my life
to finally admit
that my days should be filled with song
and anything else that confronts me
is just thundering noise that's wrong.
All else will have to vacate my ears
lest my spirit disappears.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Back In The Day
Where were you when it happened
Where could you be found
Were you at the front of the stage
Or in the underground
From S.F. out to Old Brit
New York to L.A.
The world of metal changed forever
Back in the day
Well that was back in the day
And if you weren't there
It doesn't matter anyway
Because you wouldn't understand
Live to die
Die to play
Every day and place
Leave a path of metal
Across a world from stage to stage
Well that was back in the day
And if you weren't there
It doesn't matter anyway
Because you wouldn't understand
In denim and Leather
We were a one for all-all for one force
Knocked Rock n Roll on it's ass
And put metal on the course
Back in the Day
If you wern't there
It doesn't matter
Cause you wouldn't understand...
This is our way of life
A life that was born free
To follow orders how to live
Was never meant to be
Hints of thunder, seeds of lightning
The power hits the stage
The music was exciting
The mania raged
We all had the fever
Our ears started to ring
Feeding this wildfire
Consuming everything
Metal's king back then
And still is to this day
others imitate or challenge
But it never goes away
song performed by by Megadeth
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You Are The Pain (part 2)
You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
Chilled Waves
That idea itself sent me a chilled wave
I became coward and felt self defeated even though brave
Why it is so threatening with known factor?
We know it well on life’s stage as an actor
Why at all we develop cold feet when reach final stage?
Life is uncertain and we know it to end at any age
Why do we sit alone and think of those golden pages?
Certainly a reminder to know what all had taken place in all the stages
Life has proved a great struggle with all kind of mystery
That has remained hidden in the impregnable wall of history
Even though throughout the life I have shown complete misery
Now that comes before eyes and causes me concern and worry
No one may have soft corner or take note of my departure
As life was dear to me and had used it for self pleasure
Did little or nothing for friends and relatives in any of the case
The life had lost its meaning and eroded the foundation or base
I have survived great onslaught by putting brave front
Life was going to prove as joke but I halted it bluntly
Even though the means employed in it may be selfish or unfair
I thought it a wise step to survive in this world as fair
You will be forgotten completely the moment you are no more
Life’s memory is very short and that is why it remains in the store
I am no exception and think continuously in this regard
It takes me no where as thoughts are pushing me backward
I can’t take steps back ward and improve upon the past
As life has moved many ups and down so fast
I too did some of the things which can’t be considered worthwhile
Life may be over as soon as we are no more and closed the file
Nothing is late in life if you sincerely try to believe
It is not important how much you lived or tried to live
Life can be started fresh if you have chosen to repent
Start with new beginning considering it as heavenly sent
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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