When The Set Has Changed
Both of us are too 'stage' ready.
We are those, 'Light, camera and action' folks.
Easily provoked...
When in meditation.
Or whatever that is called,
After someone is seen nodding to a sleep...
From boredom.
Both of us are too 'stage' ready.
Drama bent...
And prepared to chew up the scenery.
At a moment's notice.
However...
What is there to prove...
When the set has changed.
And so has the crew!
And the seats of the audience have been removed...
Without a single question asked.
To leave the ones rehashing the past...
Astonished they no longer mesmerize!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
song performed by by Devo
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Morality is a venereal disease. Its primary stage is called virtue; its secondary stage, boredom; its tertiary stage, syphilis.
quote by Karl Kraus
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The Looker On
for Mr. Satterthwaite
the audience in drama of life
never lucky in love and adventure
but has knowledge about life and human characters
sometimes wants to be the actor
small role that easily be marginal from world stage
but the one who gives a sign to the leading actor
to start an important climax
that won't be able to begin if he's not there
then goes down from the stage
and satisfied enough to be a looker on again
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord, shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be home
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Sometimes I lay down with these memories
Breathe shallow, deep inside of me
Time has run its course with me
And Im ready to go home
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
I let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
Music & lyrics by: andrew gold & graham gouldman
song performed by by Asia
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Threat
Is it there or not?
A credibility slips away...
Yet fear continues to be marketed,
Without a hint
It will decline or stop.
A drama created to scare with baited hate...
Shows backstage antics,
Of those players who manipulate!
And the curiousity of the audience...
Has removed them from the edge of their seats.
As the director huddles with the cast and crew,
To introduce 'THREAT' as serious...
With less sweetness and a tension that creeps.
But those behind this performance are finding...
Themselves in heated sweat.
Receiving eyebrows raised from a backlash,
Unexpectedly they sense
Will soon come and upon them be dispensed.
And a lockdown begins!
Forcing those attending...
To sit and prepare for an updated end.
As armed guards from the stage seal exits...
To enclose all viewing this retitled, 'UNDOING'.
'The popcorn machine has been removed!
Those grooving and finger popping...
Prepare yourself for shocks unstopping!
And your delusions for scenes,
Of a serenity that beams...
Can now be dropped for a taste that mocks,
A perception that comes close to confinement! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Get Off The Stage
Oh, you silly old man
You silly old man
Youre making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your fender guitar
And you think you can arouse us ?
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
Downstage, and offstage
Dont you feel all run in ?
And do you wonder when they will take it away ?
This is your final fling
But then applause ran high
But for the patience of the ones behind you
As a verse drags on like a month drags on
Its very short, but it seems very long
And the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
So, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when we get down off of the stage
Please stay off the stage - all day !
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when weve had our money back
Then Id like your back in plaster
Oh, I know that you say
How age has no meaning
Oh, but here is your audience now
And theyre screaming :
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
Because Ive given you enough of my time
And the money that wasnt even mine
Have you seen yourself recently ?
Oh, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
For whom the bell tolls
song performed by by Morrissey
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Convulsions of an old stage actress
Oh! The cracked lips are like a severe drought.
And the sunburn skin as an Ethiopian race.
Her sleepless eyes caught a bygone memory.
She was admired on the stage when the curtain raised.
And the incessant rain of clapping, where were they gone?
The playful audience.
Still she acts in the life-drama but no spectators.
The stage is almost dark and she hears the faraway theme song gradually draws nearer.
She does the rehearsal; 'Stagecoach has come with all the horses,
Before it gets dark I have to pass the woods.
So I leave the script here for my brothers & sisters and the drama is not yet over.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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X-ray inferno
They called me to be an extra
They did not know I had a camera in my soul
For some all the worlds a stage
For some all the stage is the world
Wonder if the great one knew this
When he shook his spears
I was in between
Neither the real actor nor the real lifer
Perhaps this was each interpretation gave up
The stage I was standing on
I could not grasp the text even though I got it in time
Perhaps it was quite enough for a stage
Certainly not for a life
Act 1 and its main character
He had a face unto which
An invisible hand of law left the visible scars
A quite sufficient number of them for a drama
He had those eyes hesitating between comedy and tragedy
There was laughter in one eye and tears in another
He laughed the way the dramaturge ordered him to do
But he cried quite independently
He had those arms destroyed by uncreation
He never knew the text as he had no camera in his soul
Great words of great minds so frequently he stammered
Little did he understand even less did he rehearse
He was a great actor but on this stage
Under the spotlight all he did was stand frozen
Act 2 The Prompter
He was in collusion with the sky
The Hermes of a contemporary theatre
He flattered all the laws of life
He knew exactly how low to go down into his box
So as to avoid the knocks from the stage
He knew exactly what and when
To whisper the texts into whose ears
He had known the text by heart
Even before it was written
Great words of great minds he recited out of his underground darkness
And he always knew the right moment
Because he knew everything about time
He never acted but he was a real lifer
He made more than art out of whispering
And put enormous effort into his role
Up to the point of having vocal cords damaged
Act 3 Dramaturge
His life role was creating illusion dramat urgent
He lived by apparitions and apparently lived
He was a little god of his own creations
He walked the planks his spirit split
He borrowed life to text without a single doubt
In any single moment
That stage is just an attempt of life
However
He knew how to make other not to doubt that
And that was all his power
With the sword of an illusion he cut the greatest actors
Even the greatest lifers feared him
He never doubted that he was just a slave of an endless creating
Whose purpose cannot be seen due to doubt
Peripeteia
A drunken night officer set fire to this theatre
Burning down deus ex machina as well
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Who Referees?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
'Just in case! '
Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?
I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?
I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!
The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stage
If the world is just a stage
and we're the actors in it,
why do the same ones get to play
the lead roles every minute?
For once I'd like to see a change
take place upon this stage
where the lead characters are the poor
stepping out of their cage.
Where all the minor roles would be given out
to all the power players
who've controlled this drama from the start
having never said their prayers.
And as the curtain rose each day
we would look and see
the poor and needy in front row seats,
the rulers in standing room only.
If this is just a stage we're on
and life is just a play,
then wouldn't it be ingenious
to see them all portray
us.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'm Ready
Well I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
I am ready... a ready as anybody can be
I\'m ready for you
I hope you ready for me
Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain
I\'m drinkin\' TNT... and smokin\' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Now listen...
All you pretty little chicks with\'chor curly hair
Know you feel like I ain\'t nowhere
But stop what\'chor doin\' honey... come over here
I\'ll prove it to ya baby that I ain\'t no square
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Now I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Look out...
Look out...
Well I been drinkin\' gin like never before
I\'m feelin\' so good... honey that\'s for sure
One more drink... honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin\' to make me feel good
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for...
A ready for...
A ready for...
Well I\'m ready for...
Oh baby...
You know I\'m ready for you
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Ready To Love
When I look at you all I can see
Is the shadow of your life
You see this stage is a mirror
You can see me
But I can't see past its light
Lovers have tried to reach down inside
I only said that they were wrong
But when all I've got left is me and my pride
I realize you can't buy love with a song
So somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Well a lesson that's learned too late is a crime
I can't stand the pain of what could have been
Oh it's such a shame there's no one to blame
But no one knows what I have seen
What do you see when you look at me
Do I really seem so far away
But the song will go on
And you will applaud
And look at me I'll just keep singing
Somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Oh show me what life's made of
Somebody please reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Something Theatrical
Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
Such power in the performance, which can always mesmerize,
The colour and the spectacle that unfolds before your eyes,
The musical and the pantomime, are all such fun to see,
The songs are awe inspiring, 'Cinderella' is for me.
A story of love and romance, with a happy ending too,
Also 'Aladdin and his Magic Lamp', with a genie spot on cue.
From Shakespeare, to playwrights new, they're there to entertain,
So venture to the theatre, your trip won't be in vain,
The costumes are fantastic, the settings are just right,
I know you won't regret it, so go and have a super night.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Stages
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
poem by Hermann Hesse
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Dramatic Finale
Shakespeare loved a corpse
strewn Globe Theatre stage.
As audience universal appeal; twas
all Elizabethan; dramatic finale rage.
Shakespeare loved a corpse strewn stage.
Dramatic methods made a single scene,
carry multiple meanings, beyond mere action,
echo tragic ruin; vibrating dust porous lives.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Acceptance: The Last Stage
I tried to deny it and reason
But I could only do so for a season
I could not see past my dreams
It's time to stop to cry and not lament
My idea of our feelings is not set in cement
I'm gonna end the childish screams
I won't fear those words 'just friends'
I'm ready to make amends
They say that acceptance is the last stage
So I'll STAIN mine on this page
I think I'm okay with it now
Don't ask me how
But I'm ready to say
That my love was just a dream, more fleeting than a 24-hour day
My love was just a dream because
Or maybe it never even was...
But this I know: you're only my dream girl in my dreams
Well I'm awake now
After much struggling it seems...
But awake and alive nonetheless
However i must confess
I'd say it's over but then... maybe it never started
So why do I feel broken hearted
But nay! I do not and I'll heal
This won't always be how I feel
I think I've come to accept
That this love I've kept
Is nothing more than an illusion
I suppose it's time to take off the mask
But I must ask
What even remains under?
When i changed so much for her
Not for good, but for bad
If I could be what I want I'd be glad
But who is that?
I already did 'All That I Did'
So even in my acceptance I find a new problem
I guess I must find my identity in the Son
And the One
Who saved me before
But what is under my mask?
I do not know...
And to where.... where shall I go?
Acceptance is the last stage
Now tell me what's after.... what's on the next page......
poem by David Knox
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Be not haste to have kids.
Honeymoon is a stage
Where intimacy is exciting.
Reality check is the next stage
Where want of space is felt.
Next comes the dead zone
Where boredom sets in.
Stability is the fourth stage
Where both adjust to companionship.
Finally comes commitment
Where both contend to be a team.
Having gone the five stages,
The couple can think of having kids.
Divorcees without encumbrance
Only are welcome in the market.
02.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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