Beguild Easter Princess
Bronzed skin glows from origins east
Delectable buttercup for the eyes to feast
Torques blue through mystical sapphire
As gentle as lamb greatness you inspire
Memorable moments the stage you set
Tantalizing curves down my back runs a cold sweat
Gentle hips sway so magically to please
Dainty movements sets my mind at ease
More than just eye candy your are
Blessed being and the making of a star
Blossoming flower setting the stage on fire
You’ve have become every mans wildest desire
Beautifully fashioned yet never putting it out there
The drunk holds on tightly to his armchair
To everyone’s delight all faces now aglow
The stage is yours to command the show
Sing to me songbird of a melancholy ballad
Satisfy my soul for empty is my pallid
Archangel croons me tunes to a solid beat
Amongst your peers you are truly elite
Your voice resonate of a childhood lullaby
Standing firm a tear almost comes to my eye
Entranced by beauty naturally you possess
Beguiled I be my exquisite eastern princess
My mango chutney, you I would devour
Tenderly sweet and never sour to savor by the hour
Sing me melodies sultry to bring me home once more
You are a guiding light and voice men have never heard before
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Hush goes the crowd
(The music plays, the stage is lit, the crowd come in and a man starts to sing)
Hush goes the crowd,
While I sing this sad love ballad,
The story of my heart,
And I continue singing,
One by one,
The leave the theatre,
And soon I’m left alone,
Singing this ballad,
While I weep before every word,
From daybreak to midnight,
From spring till to winter,
I sing this melancholy filled ballad,
Murmuring these words,
As my throat dry’s,
(The man is on his knees)
Now in a empty theatre,
This song still plays,
Even though I’m alone,
My speech does not stop,
And from a sad ballad,
This song his turned into screams,
Shattering through,
Deafening every living being,
But it isn’t even heard,
No not even listened to,
By the muse of this song,
If only she heard my voice,
If only she would come to this theatre,
(Sound of weeping, tears hit the stage floor; the light slowly fades, till there is only silence and darkness)
Then the Hong is hit,
And I awake to sing again,
The same old lyrics,
There is a new audience in the seats,
But she is not here,
She will never be,
Where she is,
Is far away,
(The music plays again and he starts to sing then hush say’s the crowd)
poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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Majesty Mermaid On Stage
Melodie likes Majesty,
she compliments her to a T.
She has the memory of going to
one of Zercon's cities.
Majesty goes on the Krendoll stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Majesty squishes her mermaid tail
she sings and she rings her bell.
Majesty does this while hanging upside down
she is very talented, funnier then a clown.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen
she is sweet, as sweet as can be.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
Sarah will be up next with her act
driving a honking blue car.
Sarah Star is next to go on stage
her act too is all the rage.
Sarah too can sing
for she is the princess with alot of bling.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling and singing everywhere
Razel yells without a care
'You know why I
have no pupils? '
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
has her thumb on her fuzzy chin.
Audience is shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and Melodie and Razel puppit bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the Krendoll Stage
with Majesty, Razel and Melodie without a doubt.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Susan... She Dreamed A Dream For... Us All
The world spun round in Les Miserable fatigue,
Economies fell weighed down with greed,
The tsunami tide of loss rose so high,
Damping the curtain of our bright blue sky,
We all felt down and tightened our belts,
Hoping it will all go away an’ just melts.
Thru a tiny hole in the heavenly sky
Out stepped onto the world stage to sing and fly,
A figure of “She’s not going anywhere at that age”
A middle aged frump to sing standing alone on stage,
Inside Susan Boyle an angel caressed her voice as it let loose
To pimple our skin and tear our eyes and lap her magic juice,
Our woes were gone as a smile caressed and invaded our faces,
She made us see all the rags were not rags but beautiful laces,
Her records will sell a yardstick for all under dogs
Pouring concrete to fill all life’s sinking bogs,
A saviour of hope...Beautiful Susan we love you so much
Thank you for the uplift to our lives you did surely touch.
poem by Ken e Hall
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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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A Lover's Lullaby
SING lullaby, as women do,
Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
And lullaby can I sing too,
As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child;
And if I be not much beguiled,
Full many a wanton babe have I,
Which must be still'd with lullaby.
First lullaby my youthful years,
It is now time to go to bed:
For crooked age and hoary hairs
Have won the haven within my head.
With lullaby, then, youth be still;
With lullaby content thy will;
Since courage quails and comes behind,
Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind!
Next lullaby my gazing eyes,
Which wonted were to glance apace;
For every glass may now suffice
To show the furrows in thy face.
With lullaby then wink awhile;
With lullaby your looks beguile;
Let no fair face, nor beauty bright,
Entice you eft with vain delight.
And lullaby my wanton will;
Let reason's rule now reign thy thought;
Since all too late I find by skill
How dear I have thy fancies bought;
With lullaby now take thine ease,
With lullaby thy doubts appease;
For trust to this, if thou be still,
My body shall obey thy will.
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
My will, my ware, and all that was:
I can no more delays devise;
But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
With lullaby now take your leave;
With lullaby your dreams deceive;
And when you rise with waking eye,
Remember then this lullaby.
poem by George Gascoigne
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Candy Princess
I found a Candy Princess,
Lips bubblegum pink
Eyes sour apple green
I found a Candy Princess
Her dress is made of lollipops
Butter rum and Cherry
I found a Candy Princess
Her lips are sweet
They taste like cherries
I love my lollipop Candy Princess
We dance and sing,
Sticky sweet and happy
Innocence
Edible flowers wreathes
On our heads
I found a Candy Princess
poem by Alyce Crowley
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Evensong
It is late, on a cold, dark, wintry afternoon;
Up high in a tree, a small bird merrily croons.
Trade in the town, has now begun to wind down,
And taking centre stage, is the bird’s sweet sound.
Like an operatic singer, his voice soars high,
And his song delights many, as they pass by.
Your ears can not help, but hear his loud call,
As the sun, once again, sets and darkness falls.
He sings for joy, at the very top of his voice;
To listen to his song, you have little choice.
He sits at the very top of the tallest tree,
Singing so loudly; his heart full of glee.
His plaintive call pierces the cool air,
As he sings his song, without a care.
A pure quality, his sweet song holds,
And he sings it out, so bright and bold.
His singsong attracts many a nice comment;
His performance appears to be Heaven sent.
Of his captivated audience, he is unaware;
His song boasts beauty, beyond compare.
Like a church choir, as they sing evensong,
This small bird sings so very keen and strong.
Through the dark streets, home, I wearily wind;
Sad to be leaving the bird’s sweet song behind.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Mr Songbird (from 12 Track Edition)
Won't you sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
I got nothing to gain, I got nothing to lose,
But if you sing me a song,
You'll make me happy [?].
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Mister, won't you sing me a song,
Won't you sing a little melody.
Won't you try to help me along,
Won't you sing a little song for me, oh yeah.
Sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
Though I ain't got a beanie
'Cause I've nothing to dream,
So if you waiting for nothing,
Do something for me.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
You help to keep my problems away.
You help to keep the devil away.
song performed by by Kinks
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Mr. Songbird
Won't you sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
I got nothing to gain, i got nothing to lose,
But if you sing me a song,
You'll make me happy [?].
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Mister, won't you sing me a song,
Won't you sing a little melody.
Won't you try to help me along,
Won't you sing a little song for me, oh yeah.
Sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
Though i ain't got a beanie
'cause i've nothing to dream,
So if you waiting for nothing,
Do something for me.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
You help to keep my problems away.
You help to keep the devil away.
song performed by by Kinks
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Sweet Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica! Fly me away so I can feel your sweet embrace once more. How I do long to be in your arms once again to feel your heat up against my body. Fly me away on down to your sweet paradise. I want your lips kissing my cheek, your warm shores wrapped around me, and your sea melting away my pain. I want to stroll along your narrow streets; I want to behold your picture perfect sunsets. I want to lie in your warmth and hold you as I slumber. Make me feel safe and wanted once more.
Jamaica, Jamaica! I said farewell so long ago. I miss you so much now. Sweet is your memory to me. In my solitude I ponder your memory. So long ago and so far away you are to me. I want to smell your sweet perfume in the air. I want to see your gentleness swaying in a mystical caribien wind. Gentle are your curves so womanly and majestically. I want to see the sun rise as we are naked to the world. Your gentle rain beckons me back to the place I feel most at home. Home is where the heart is and my heart eternally is with you.
So long ago you left me and life does not seem the same. Take me home to greener pastures, ferny hills, fertile soil, and your fruits abundant. Plant me in your soil and relieve my pent-up frustrations once again even if it’s only for a brief moment’s pleasure. Let me run my hands aside your sandy shores. Let me play in your fields of exciting delight. Allow me to return to the place of my birth. Let me taste you fruit once more before I lay all my burdens behind me. Fulfill me for the last time as I walk alone in the shadows of my own mortality.
Jamaica, Jamaica! How it saddens me not to be with you any more. My heart screams for you day and night, you possess my dreams, and you are the keeper of my soul. Your curvy roads set my soul afire. The sandy mound you possess I want to climb again. Let me swim in your ocean and recapture my youth. I don’t long to be in yesterday. All I want is to live again. Leave me no more unhappy as I am for you. Lonely is the night of my solitude.
Jamaica, Jamaica! You are like a beautiful woman with your long black hair flowing in a mid-summer breeze. Your earth is your tender brown skin pressed gently against mine. Your eyes reflect your torques spirited seas. Your lips are the hibiscus plant. Your voice is the sweet sounds of the humming bird. Your mouth is the voice of generations past. Your body so perfectly curvaceous that is sets the sun a blaze. You are the soul that makes many loose control of there faculties.
Let me get lost in your arms once more for old time sake. Jamaica it is so true that I love you. What more can I ever hope for. From once I came shall I return to thee. Closer I want to be. Closer and closer to thee shall I ever be. Your perfume wraps in me in your ascents. Fly me away so I can come on down.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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For a Granddaughter
Since the Days of Rome,
It's been well known
to the point of certainty.-
That a home that has a Julia
is a happy home indeed.
A Julia is a gentle soul,
unfailingly wise and kind.
She'll barely even raise her voice-
If fed and changed on time.
She'll have her mother's beauty
Her voice a songbird's call..
I think I hear her warming up
In the nursery down the hall
So Jennifer, you've given us
a J.E.M. to hold, a treasure.
May she never cause a moments grief,
But always be a pleasure.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Dedicated to all Poets
Silence must be heard
Orator is standing up on stage
To share his ode of love
Of poetry –
License or non license;
She or he skewer
And capture my imagination.
Words with chameleon meaning;
Like a dagger that pierces the heart and soul.
Let the mind flow
Like a song sang harmoniously
On stage, or without –
So as the poetry -
Written in pen with rhythm;
Themes of joy or melancholy –
Whatever your mind says
Write it in the pages of your
Rhetoric aces.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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OH, Angel in Heaven Above
Oh, Angel Eyes One Day I heard an Angel's voice & I Said To The Angel I see Your Big Beautiful Eyes in The Haven's Above, OH, Angel in Heaven Above,
OH! Wont you Come Down here & Talk to me..I long to Hear your Soft Sweet Voice Sing to me, When you just Talk to me..When the Heaven above Had opened up & your wings stretched out so proud & wide with Your feathers unfolding, like a gentle
tide, Soring throw the midnight sky so Gracefully, Just like an Swan Swimming in a pond. & then
an Angel Appeared, Oh to my eyes My dearest Angels the most beautiful site, I have ever seen that has
just came from Heaven Above, Standing In front of me singing that never ending Sweet time Summer song So
Gracefully with your Angel's eyes, they shine so bright It, lights the darkness of a moonless
midnight sky. As you Talk to me with those Sweet worlds of Fraze in my Ear, Oh so sexy, soft &
sweet, Oh How I love it......I had such Fun hearing it. But now That I am down & out For Awhile.
Can you Repair my Broken Heart so I Can take control of my life again. That you Have Broke, For
Which You Don't Seem To Talk to Me any More Or is it like a beat that my heart is Missing.
Oh Angel Friend of Mine....... Can you restore Every thing That's Broken Does It matter If It's
black or white, Down & out for Awhile or Up & Running like A humming Bird............. But then
again I could be wrong. The words, they linger on the tip of my tongue Oh Angel My Dear.What have
I done wrong? In the heart My Darling Angel Friend.. A feather, A Feather Flowing in the Wind is
my Heart, Oh Please Cough that Feather for me my Darling Angel For Silence is Loulder Then THUNDER
& Talk to me Again....For It Been a Long Time For Thow Has Talked To Me........Oh Angel, Oh Angel
Where For Are Thow Angel...For Thow Has Gone Away & left Me In The Dark, Oh Angel Eyes, But, It's Not
That I am Sacred Of The Dark It's Because I Can't Sleep With a Light On..Or Is It Just That You've
Closed Your Angel Eyes For Awhile, Oh Angel friend Of Mine.So If That Is The Case Then Well you
Open Your Angel Eyes My Princess Darling To Me & Speak To Me With That Sexy, Soft & Sweet Voice That
You Sing To Me, When You Just Talk To Me. Oh Angel from Heaven Above......... Oh, I Long To Hear
Your Soft Sweet Sexy Voice Sing To Me Again Someday.... Because Your Voice Was Filled With
Sweet Melody, So Worm, Soft & Sexy To My Ear. Is It Really Good By For Ever My Princess Darling
To Me.......& For The Thunder Roll Again, Just As The Whisper From An Angel In Pain For Why Shall
Any Angel Be In Pain, Oh Angel, Oh Angel Wont You Opened Up Your Wings & Stetch Them Out, So
Proud And Wide With Your Feathers Unfolding, Like A Gentle Tide & Fly To Me & Tell Me What's
Wrong So May Help You Over Come This Pain In Your Heart & Be Free Again From The Pain That is
With In The, For I Have Looked To The Heavens To Find The, But Thow is No Where To Be Found, Oh
Heaven's Above Where For Art Thow Angel That Used To Talk So Sweetly In they Ear, But Now Has Gone
Away It Seems At Least For now, If Not For Ever, I Look In The Mirror & I Seen A Trace Of The One
That I Miss And Her Beautiful Face Be Bind Me But When I Looked Around There Was An Empty Feeling
Of The Love That I Once Made Is Now Gone Away..... Your Sweet Voice Warms Up My Soul & My Heart
Skips A Beat I Will Never Stop Looking For Her, You've Changed All Our Lives Every One That You
Meet OH Angel Eyes. Your Memory Will Last Forever, Forever And A Day, OH Angel In Heaven Above..
I live Without Her For So Long & now I Wont A Change.......I Live Every Day Now Just To Hear your
Sweet Soft Sexey Voice Sing To Me When You Just Talk To Me....But For Now I am Waiting On That
Sign I have Been Looking For All My Life...........1994
poem by Ronald Summerville
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An old dream another day (CELINE DION)
An old dream another day
I hope to see u on the 30th of May
My dream will be fulfilled after all these years
So many smiles and even happiness from tears
An old dream another day
Just to hope to see you sing and play
Another day but still the same dream
Soon to be done no one will know how much it would mean
An old dream another day
Still the same things I want the same way
To here your voice upon my ears
To here you sing will bring me to tears
An old dream another day
To here you sing on that stage
To here your voice so loud and clear
An old dream that gets near
An old dream another day
To listen to you sing in such a special way
I will think you are singing just for me
And I will be the happiest I can ever be
An old dream another day
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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Gascoigne's Lullaby
1 Sing lullaby, as women do,
2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
3 And lullaby can I sing to,
4 As womanly as can the best.
5 With lullaby they still the child,
6 And if I be not much beguil'd,
7 Full many wanton babes have I,
8 Which must be still'd with lullaby.
9 First, lullaby my youthful years,
10 It is now time to go to bed;
11 For crooked age and hoary hairs
12 Have won the haven within my head.
13 With lullaby, then, youth be still,
14 With lullaby, content thy will,
15 Since courage quails and comes behind,
16 Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind.
17 Next, lullaby my gazing eyes,
18 Which wonted were to glance apace;
19 For every glass may now suffice
20 To show the furrows in my face.
21 With lullaby, then, wink awhile,
22 With lullaby, your looks beguile,
23 Let no fair face nor beauty bright
24 Entice you eft with vain delight.
25 And lullaby my wanton will,
26 Let reason's rule now reign thy thought,
27 Since all too late I find by skill
28 How dear I have thy fancies bought.
29 With lullaby, now take thine ease,
30 With lullaby, thy doubts appease,
31 For trust to this, if thou be still,
32 My body shall obey thy will.
33 Eke, lullaby my loving boy,
34 My little Robin, take thy rest;
35 Since age is cold and nothing coy,
36 Keep close thy coin, for so is best.
37 With lullaby, be thou content,
38 With lullaby, thy lusts relent,
39 Let others pay which have mo pence,
40 Thou art too poor for such expense.
41 Thus lullaby, my youth, mine eyes,
42 My will, my ware, and all that was!
43 I can no mo delays devise,
44 But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
45 With lullaby, now take your leave,
46 With lullaby, your dreams deceive,
47 And when you rise with waking eye,
48 Remember Gascoigne's lullaby.
poem by George Gascoigne
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Hips Sway
Not the harsh sunshine
Cast soft dusk ambers instead
Brow furroughs not be shown
Let only clarity be read
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
And like the road
That tells of no fatalities
Let me fool you one more time
Nievete travels smooth-Just fine
When you're with me
Sway Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
Let the sweet of my lips
Linger on your finger tips
Longer than the rational of time
Not trying to keep you
Not trying to make you mine
Sway. Just sway
Close your eyes now
Sway
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
So when the night shadows
No longer move my way
Persuaded you can not be
Not even one more day
Impaled I will not be
Instead retreat to mountain tops
To face the sky and say
Remember how we used to sway
Close your eyes now
Sway.
Let your mind wander now
Hips Sway
Let your mind wander
Hips Sway Sway
poem by Atty Davis
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Emma Rose
Sweet tiny Emma Rose
lying there in silent repose.
You've come to grace the lives of all
who see you as they come to call.
Ebony hair and white porcelain skin
fits perfectly the body you're in.
Did you know the effect you'd bring
making everyone's heart just sing?
A lullaby of sweet delight
to keep you at peace on every night.
Skin as smooth as silk and cream,
to see you is to view a picture in a dream.
Sweet tiny Emma Rose
All will watch as she grows
into a beauty as glorious as the flower
from which she got her name.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Of the Four Ages of Man
Lo, now four other act upon the stage,
Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:
The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,
Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his nature
The second, frolic, claims his pedigree
From blood and air, for hot and moist is he.
The third of fire and choler is compos'd,
Vindicative and quarrelsome dispos'd.
The last of earth and heavy melancholy,
Solid, hating all lightness and all folly.
Childhood was cloth'd in white and green to show
His spring was intermixed with some snow:
Upon his head nature a garland set
Of Primrose, Daisy and the Violet.
Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime,
Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.
His hobby striding did not ride but run,
And in his hand an hour-glass new begun,
In danger every moment of a fall,
And when 't is broke then ends his life and all:
But if he hold till it have run its last,
Then may he live out threescore years or past.
Next Youth came up in gorgeous attire
(As that fond age doth most of all desire),
His suit of crimson and his scarf of green,
His pride in's countenance was quickly seen;
Garland of roses, pinks and gillyflowers
Seemed on's head to grow bedew'd with showers.
His face as fresh as is Aurora fair,
When blushing she first 'gins to light the air.
No wooden horse, but one of mettle tried,
He seems to fly or swim, and not to ride.
Then prancing on the stage, about he wheels,
But as he went death waited at his heels,
The next came up in a much graver sort,
As one that cared for a good report,
His sword by's side, and choler in his eyes,
But neither us'd as yet, for he was wise;
Of Autumn's fruits a basket on his arm,
His golden god in's purse, which was his charm.
And last of all to act upon this stage
Leaning upon his staff came up Old Age,
Under his arm a sheaf of wheat he bore,
An harvest of the best, what needs he more?
In's other hand a glass ev'n almost run,
Thus writ about: "This out, then am I done."
poem by Anne Bradstreet
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Michael Jackson (my thoughts)
he came into this world to be a star.
the most beautiful voice i heard by far.
he started his career at a very young age.
his voice heard on the worlds stage
he did not have much of a childhood.
but! it would'nt have done him too much good.
his destiny was set at the age of five
to make everything come alive.
MICHAEL! you've been an icon for over forty years
and throughout the world, people are shedding tears.
you were loved, much more than words can say
and now you've been taken away.
you were known as the' King Of PoP'
and that is something which will never stop.
ELVIS was the king of rock,
and JAMES BROWN the king of soul.
but your music will never grow old.
your dance style and hypnotic flair
sent chills down the spines of all who cared.
you passed all barriers known to man
when on stage you took the stand
and sang with all clarity, the way the
race barrier ought to be.
if only all the world was able to see
the pain that you had locked up inside
and the pain you had to hide.
because family members
would be hurt, and it started from your birth.
i thank you MICHAEL for these memories
for they will always stay with me.
poem by Louis Rams
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Stage is sanction of vision.
That majesty, that mango skin,
That ripeness, that grace in pose,
And that skill in vocal card
Eclipsed her age, and shaded
The spinster violinist,
Sitting beside her on the stage.
I enjoyed singer’s vision more
Than the fusion of music.
Other than a concert,
Where would you get a chance
To devour with eyes a woman blatantly,
So long a time and so at ease?
07.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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