The Expense Spent On The Hype
Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.
Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political Theatre
There is a stage of life,
When the connection to it...
Should inspire an acknowledgement.
And those of us blessed to be human beings,
Grow to appreciate being a part of nature...
With expectations to make this quick visit,
As best as it can get.
And then there are those who make manipulation,
As a means to adjust the spotlight.
They want to ensure others are aware...
There is a power they've obtain,
To decide for themselves...
Whose appetites for this life,
Deserves more of a feeding...
And they will choose who shares this light!
It's all political theatre!
Drama to ascertain...
Who amongst them should split the riches.
And who will sit in the audience,
Observing these egos...
At their expense!
It's all political theatre!
A sham representation of a rewritten script.
With no respect for the director.
And terrible performances...
Judge by those who have grown sick and tired,
And have had enough of the fighting that is witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you hype something and it succeeds, you're a genius - it wasn't a hype. If you hype it and it fails, then it was just a hype.
quote by Neil Bogart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Empathized But Sits
The buildup.
The hype.
The failure of it.
And the expense...
A numbing pain,
Does not admit!
A sorrow,
Empathized but sits.
In reflection,
Making sense of it!
But no sense of it...
Comes to soothe!
The buildup.
The hype.
The failure of it.
And the expense...
A numbing pain,
Does not admit!
A sorrow,
Empathized...
But sits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The performances you have in your head are always much better than the performances on stage.
quote by Maggie Smith
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Every Cent Spent
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Do it with unstoppable fun.
I hope your eyes are wide open to see...
I am not blind at all to notice,
Your laughter is directed at me.
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Do it with unstoppable fun.
I'm wanting you to do this until you are done.
Laugh!
Continue on.
The expense of your humorous joviality,
Will not be paid by me.
But you.
This I guarantee.
And at these prices paid today,
For what you do...
Every cent spent,
At 'your' expense...
Comes with a receipt,
To verify the value.
Showing you the worth,
Of your actions served.
Laugh.
I want you to do it,
Until you are through.
Laugh,
Don't stop.
I encourage more of it from you!
And I promise you this...
Every cent spent,
At 'your' expense'...
Will be returned as deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking The Spotlight
It has become so easy to criticize,
One who is effective in a doing to get done...
By those who stand aside seeking the spotlight.
But lack experience showing they know what that's like.
Since most of their time is spent,
Adjusting what is wanted on a wish list.
To change periodically as they see fit.
And not in the doing in performances that exists,
To be witnessed and known by others to have seen this...
By the one who has been criticized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Performances
Our life is filled with performances
from the day we are born
until the day we pass on.
Everyday we give a new performance.
Our performance always depends
on whatever kind of mood we are in,
some are on the sad side,
while others are filled with sunshine and laughter.
Each day is different
as we pass it through
and so are our performances
in our lives as we pass each day through.
13 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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Believe The Hype
Often I find myself saying what I do not believe
The kind of words that hang in the air, they do not leave
I say things until they sound true
Until I have the guts to see them through
When I say I will do, it means I can't do
Not yet, I need to ready my heart for them too
Although it is mere hype
Empty words, I still find them necessary to psyche
Myself out so that I can do what I long and fear
To do, I speak of going somewhere else, because I don't like here
But it is not others whom I say this for I need to hear
I need to hear it
It may sound empty now, but you best
Believe this hype, for me it is a test
For my soul and I am a man of my word
Even if for now it is just hype, just some hype you've heard
poem by David Knox
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This Is An Independent Production
For you,
There is a need to keep me reminded...
That I don't 'act' right.
Or do those things you find suitable.
And I've decided,
If you did not like my performances...
Why do you bother to solicit my attention,
By the mentioning of your dislike for my act.
If you say I don't 'act' right,
Why is that of your concern?
Unless you are hinting,
I will see less of you around?
That's a relief.
Because you know I follow my own script?
And I seek no one to direct me!
This is an independent production.
Take it or leave it.
I've spent most of my life,
Getting to this stage of it.
And I do not cater to hecklers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Going to Have Fun
I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And feeling betrayed,
As I withessed thoughtlessness displayed.
Oh, I am going to have fun.
You can consider that activity,
One already welcomed!
Yes...
I am going to have fun.
Even if it is done at your expense.
I had been the one,
Seeking sense when there was none.
And in these days lived,
I do not expect any to come.
Call it what you wish.
But I don't dish out negativity.
Nor do I accept it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cry
If I had just one tear running down your cheek
Maybe I could cope maybe I'd get some sleep
If I had just one moment at your expense
Maybe all my misery would be well spent
Yeah.... Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain
I gave now I 'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me
If your love could be caged
song performed by by Faith Hill from Cry
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Recruiting Campaign
I often wondered,
If those who were shallow,
Knew it.
And if their obsession with self,
Smothered from the suffocating.
And if they could do that to themselves,
Why has the number of them increased...
With such a self serving done?
As if to another one...
The one self obsessive...
Is the one having the fun,
At someone else's expense.
It seems as if being shallow,
Is on a very successful recruiting campaign.
And no one is paying anyone,
To pump up the hype!
It all has become part...
Of a society hopeful that what is done,
Maintains to produce gains...
With an image that sustains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paroled
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Made to perceive themselves as beggars.
And perfecting this image,
Day long and through sleepless nights.
Fathers of the homeless with despair to teach.
Ex-cons motivated,
By a preaching learned to do outreach.
Trying to save themselves,
From unconscious misdeeds to prove...
A stupidity they have bought,
Has made them all look like fools.
And they do.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Believing that the obtaining of 'bling' makes men.
These sad creatures couldn't make sense of two sentences.
And yet they believe their release from prisons,
Rehabilitates them back into a society...
To again associate with the same demons,
That hooked and trapped them...
To the ease of quick addictions.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Hoping that a life spent in ignorance,
Will get their minds paroled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Return Of Political Brow Beating
Laying off.
Downsizing.
Out sourcing jobs,
To diminish the workforce...
For a cheaper labor on foreign shores.
Was done at the expense,
Of those unconscious.
Now that a consciousness is clear,
Those responsible are nowhere to be near.
Although their voices can be heard through hype,
How it is they are 'not' the ones...
Killers of jobs like they have done.
It is the season of erasing memories,
To achieve the return of political brow beating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mongrels
Why folks just can not wake up,
To feel proud of who they are?
And to give thanks for their blessings.
Why does there have to be conditions in place,
For some to wake up feeling belonged.
And not erased from the human race.
Why are they looking for acceptance,
To put a smile on their faces?
I wish someone would approach me
With the notion they did not approve,
Of my life and things I do!
I'm looking for someone,
To give me the opportunity...
To show them my appreciation,
I have for their beliefs!
I am not vague on my history at all!
And none of it is a myth!
My dad use to say,
All of us were mongrels.
And those who were truly thoroughbreds...
Spent little time trying to convince others.
They let their performances speak for themselves!
Perhaps that is why so many are found debating,
To win races.
Instead of just running in them...
To expose what principles upheld,
Become actually qualified.
And based upon reality!
We would then see,
Whose mouths are left open!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spotlight Kid
You dont know whats happening, you want to go home
But theres nowhere to hide
You walk out on stage, your first time alone
The crowds going wild
And you feel so alive
You could stand up and take this all night
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Jokers and women they hang round your door
Theyre all part of the scene
Just like a junkie youve got to have more
Its a pleasure machine
And you fly every night
But the dressing room mirror dont lie
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Your audience died, faded away
Leaving you on the stage
Its been so many years since that first matinee
It seems like an age
Encore one more time
For the ghosts of the past in your mind
They love you but youre in love with the spotlight
Youre the spotlight kid
Youre living in a dream
Youre the spotlight kid
Youre in love with the spotlight
song performed by by Rainbow
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Quite a few operas are still being commissioned around the world, although nothing apart from audience popularity can ensure more than a few performances.
quote by Bruce Beresford
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Emotations of Life
Emoting for affect,
Some get.
And assured of responses,
By those unfamiliar with such nuances.
Embraced by sympathizers,
Stroking a doting empathy...
Some have rehearsed to receive.
Expressing emotations of life...
Complete with assorted tantrums.
And they feel it a duty...
Some God given right,
To tug and drench every available heart.
Claiming with one dried eye,
Those in observation are not satisfied...
Nor convinced!
And are cold and insensitive.
Especially after such performances delivered...
Do not bring them to their feet applauding!
These scenes are extraordinarily black and white.
And the demand today calls for more reality.
Dripping with a more blending mix of colors.
Representing with less conflict...
Those in attendance,
And others who have been attracted to view,
Such an array of embellished emotions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the last day of our five-day work week, we did two performances and we had an audience. It was similar to theatre; we went from beginning to end, and it was very pleasing.
quote by Jean Stapleton
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