The Curtain
Others may seem gay and certain,
Steering one unbroken line.
But lift up the heart's dim curtain,
It might prove as frail as mine.
Full of shift and light vagary,
Thirsting, shrinking from the cup.
Truly, we had best be wary
And not lift the curtain up.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Let The Music Lift You Up
(troy seals, eddie setser)
Well you say youre from the city
Chicago is your home
Hey Im a country girl
Over oklahoma way
Oh there are miles and miles between us
But that dont mean a thing
When those guitars start to play
Oh sweet sounds of freedom
Ringing through the air
Sending out a message to us all
We dont have a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
Chorus:
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From l.a. to broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let the music lift you up
Hey, hey, hey,
Whoa everybodys singin
Hey, hey, hey,
Let the music lift you up
When youre feelin low
Hit that radio
Let the music lift you
Let the music lift you
Up, way up, way up
There are books that tell us
What makes this whole world turn
And how heaven holds the star wars
But theres no explanation
Lord its still a mystery
How a song can touch your heart
Repeat chorus
Let the music lift you
Let the music lift you
Up, way up, way up
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Lift Me Up
I dont need your answered prayers
Or the chains your lover wears
I dont need your rings of gold
Or the secrets that you hold
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
I dont need your sacred vow
Or the promise tomorrow brings
There behind the morning clouds
Ill take the faith the daylight brings
Lift me up, darling
Lift me up, and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
When the morning bright
Lifts away this night
And the light above
We will find our love, we will find our love
Your skin, your hand upon my neck
This skin, your fingers on my skin
This kiss, this heartbeat this breath
This heart, this heart this wilderness
Lift me up darling
Lift me up and Ill fall with you lift me up
Let your love lift me up
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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O, Curtain Boy...my Curtain Boy!
i'm the stage
i'm the setting
i'm the play
i'm the actor
i'm the green room, too
but how's it you kept
the command ove the
curtain in your hands?
o, curtain boy!
my curtain boy...
don't you see
the stage's developing cracks?
the setting's getting ruined?
the lines're getting broken?
the actor's growing weary?
the greenroom floor is all smudged
with the colours of spent out emotions?
o, curtain boy...
my curtain boy!
30aug2009
00.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Behind That Curtain
Let me show and tell you my people,
Behind that curtain,
where all the cooking can be attained,
that, all suprises are drowned,
yap'that, where our eyes directed.
Behind that curtain,
decorated with a colourful carpet,
with a big secret underneath,
yeah! that where every eye digging into it.
Behind that curtain,
sorroundedby curious walls,
walls with beautiful dolls,
yap! that every finger would like to touch.
Behind that curtain,
where all decisions are made,
decisions of power and trade,
that may stand years and decades.
Behind that curtain,
drafted with Tanzanite colour,
that may stand for years not hours,
yes, where every heart would like to mingle in.
Behind that curtain,
where I hear a smell,
something like a rotten hell,
yes, that every fly would be pleased to kiss.
that is where you belong and it is yiur home.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Light Lift Me Up
Oh searching tired of love grown up, now it all falls out
Oh lovely dreamer - magic prince - swoop you up, swoop you up
But no no i, just one guess - man at all
While I grow up, came your way
Nobodys so special in this way, nobody to sweep you away
Oh light, oh light come and lift me up
Oh light please come lift me up
Oh sweet light come lift me up
When you go down remember your steps
As a baby rememberin how he walked
Rememberin all the sweetest dreaming you did
While you tick-tock along, but now all gone
Theres nothing here for your dream but hope in a song
Just like the bent back of an old woman that you know
Its all gone and severed and alone, so I rhyme
So now all you see is sad
All look the same as the wall inside
She feels swallowed up, she feels tired as she could
Creepin along this wall
And this wall its so long
Its a wall, and lips theyre alone
Sweet lips theyve lost their way a while
Like the bent back of an old woman
Whats true that way?
Whats true, hey way?
I came crying to you, came on me knees
Begging father lift me up please
But no as I came down, no flowered sound
Just emptiness in side me
Oh light lift me up, please lift me up
Come down and pick me up already
Forgive me all my selfish ways sweet light
Pick me up from my misery
Im gonna get away - Im back to you
The way that I do
The way that I picture you
The way that I picture you
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
Lift me up, from the bottom to the top
Lift me up, sweet light
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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On the other side of the blue curtain
Every day
the blue curtain appears,
unless white clouds
linen it off.
At dusk
the blue curtain,
disappears when it becomes transparent.
On the other side of the blue curtain
lies lights of ruby, sapphire and emerald
which appears in the heaven
and the black becomes full of dots
that twinkles and sparkles
and disappear
when the sun rises.
poem by Gert Strydom
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God continues to lift the curtain and allow the enemies of America to give us probably what we deserve.
quote by Jerry Falwell
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Dry Eye In The House
Not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
I can still see you standing there
Midnight wind blowing through your hair
Kisses sweet in the salty air
When love was forever
Turn the page and we fade to blue
The scene has changed now Im without you
Walked away when the act was through
And the dream was over
It was almost like a movie - the way you said goodbye
You must have a lot of time rehearsing each and every line
Now theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
The greatest story was you and me
Had it all we had everything, but now the
Storys done its just history
The last act is over
You every line had the sweetest sound
Your every touch turned my world around
But the light came up and my world crashed down
End of show - its over
It was almost like a movie
Those nights we touched the stars
Time stood still for you and i
Now its sad enough to make you cry
Now theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
Act one - the storys just begun
Act two - I fell in love with you
Act three - knew it was meant to be
Act four - you dont love me no more
And theres not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a smile left on my face
The endings just too sad to take
And theres not a dry eye
Not a dry eye
Not a dry eye in the house
After loves curtain comes down
Listen and youll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking
Not a dry eye in the house (3x)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Behind The Footlights
I stand behind the footlights,
wait for the curtain to fall,
another night will be over,
and tomorrow another stage will call.
For a travelling minstrel,
on a tour of one night stands,
knowing at home there is someone special,
with beckoning arms outstretched,
awaiting for this lonesome traveller,
to return to those loving arms again.
Each day that I’m on the road,
I can’t wait to get back home,
to the warmth of my family,
and my loving home.
One day I will earn enough,
so I don’t have to travel or roam,
then I can settle down
in my loving home.
Until that day comes along,
each day will be a lonely one,
and no one will ever see the tears
I hide as the curtain falls.
No one will know the loneliness
that follows me each day.
It is only when I see the lights,
from our home windows glow,
that my heart will lift,
and love will again flow.
poem by David Harris
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The Sound Of My Silence
we arrive at the end of the road
and there is a single pebble
there staring at us
smooth and round
and too light for our burden
i decide the fate of two souls
yours and mine
i lift my eyes to see your sorrow
and mine
i lift my foot to walk away
leaving an awkward cloud
beneath the sand
i run away and you vanish from my mind
you take your gaze towards the horizon
i pack mine towards the sunless sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Theatricality
The curtain is blessed by the action of courts,
It is the court of law that we revere for law,
The laws are demonstrated again and always.
The curtain has bemoaned the activity of a theatre
And not a performance by the axioms of government,
It is the red curtain, great and glorious, beautiful.
My curtain is again a glamorous canvas so grand,
It hides all sight and hearing, as if spoken to by the grandness,
And the majesty of a queen is all that is good in this hall.
My theatricality is holy, all the time, aware are the king and queen
Who list their favourite actors and actresses, with their book,
Without a bias or grudge, without too much contemplation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lift me up 'O God
Lift me up, O’ God
Lift me up O God
Lift me higher to You
Lift me up O God
Lift me in Your grace
Protect me from self will O God
Protect me and keep me
Protect me from self will O God
Protect me and hold me
Peace I seek in You O God
Peace in my heart and soul
Peace I seek in You O God
Peace in You alone
Mercy on my heart O God
Mercy as Your seeking child
Mercy on my heart O God
Mercy, mercy, mercy
Lift me up O God
Lift me higher to You
Lift me up O God
Lift me in Your grace
poem by Lisa Finney
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Curtain
The curtain caressed by
The evening wind,
Doing a twist at the window,
Urshering fresh air and
Good wishes into the room.
Floral curtain of pink roses,
And light green leaves
That brightens up my little cubicle.
Sweet two-piece parting
My present for nature
Swirling and whirling
Exhibiting its many moods
Reminiscent of a conductor
At a recital;
Rhythmic and bountiful
Of energy unravelling the essence
Of a repertoire, channelling
Its creative waves to our minds;
Curtain in the winds
Orchestrating nature's songs.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Longford Dawns
Of course not all the watchers of the dawn
See Severn mists like forced-march mists withdraw
London has darkness changing into light
With just one quarter hour of any weight.
Casual and common is the wonder grown, -
Time's duty to lift lights curtain up and down.
But here Time is caught up clear in Eternity
And draws as breathless life as you or me.
poem by Ivor Gurney
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A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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A Lift
you lift me up
you are air and i am a wilted blade of grass
cut from the the manicured lawn
i felt i was thrown
and there you are
the morning wind
just passing by
you lift me up to be carried by your transparent wings
i am as light as your feathers
learning the art of drifting
going places taking silences
always arriving always departing
you lift me up
you give me the meaning of my existence
i am dressed with air and i am going anywhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ashtray Heart
You used me for an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
I feel like a glass shrimp
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a shrink
And pick you up
In a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
You hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
You picked me out like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
Used me like an ashtray heart
A man on a porcupine fence
Hit me where the lover hangs out
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
Look behind the curtain
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart
Brush me off
While I was burning out
song performed by by White Stripes
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The Full Moon behind the Curtain
The Full Moon behind the Curtain
After half a decade in absentia,
One night we met again
By luck, a few miles from Florentia,
Where the moon was beaming behind the curtain,
Observing and spying
On us. Destiny has a way of showing
Its sparkling teeth and its dazzling face.
We stared at each other and embraced
Amicably. We smiled at each other
And behaved like it has been an hour
Since we last chatted.
To my amaze, you were not convoluted;
You were simply admirable,
Courteous and affable.
We were untying the knot of our past
And everything was moving like a blast.
In the garden of our hearts, it was spring
And the bells were ringing.
Hours had slipped by unnoticed,
We were laughing and giggling
Like two nightly doves; we were amiss,
And thrilled that we found each other again,
With the help of the moon hiding,
Behind the white curtain.
poem by Hebert Logerie (October 2011)
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Unbroken
Tomorrow is another day,
So don't let today stop you.
Tomorrow is unbroken,
Even if today is shattered,
If you want to know how this day could end,
Look upon tomorrow and you will see profection,
Tomorrow is unbroken.
A child in the womb is another heart,
So don't let them fall before their time,
The unborn are unbroken,
Even if the people here are wrong,
If you want to see who they become,
Look upon everyone and you shall see change,
Unborn are unbroken.
Teens are another body,
So don't let them free before they are ready,
They are unbroken,
Even if some are lost,
If you want to keep them whole,
Look at them and show them the way,
While they are still unbroken.
Moonlight is just another light,
So don't shut it out,
It is unbroken,
Even if the surface of the water is moved.
If you want to see the man on the moon,
Open the window and gaze upon it,
For it shall always be unbroken.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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