#performers
will you entertain
or will you observe
in the circus of life
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
these cold white floors
are never enough
to mirror the purity of your heart
or to capture your hands' warmth
the intricacy weaved on your clothes
and patterns drawn by your feet
can never compare to
the dancing heart you wear on your sleeve
so don't look down
every time you fall
but hold on to their arms
and firm words and calls
to yourself, you're imperfect
to me, you're emboldened:
you don't need to win gold
when you're already golden
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
How quickly the feeble minded forget
About the trials and struggles once offset
By those who have a servants heart
And in handling such people
Who slander you and tear your tedious work apart
The honest response to all of this
Is that this could indeed be considered an art
To kindly withhold with each remark
When you are parted from the comfort of their kind words
Which tend to play out on the stage
How quickly do the others forget
About everything, that is except for their own parts
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
......plays a big part in our daily lives.
we hear the tune,
we sway, blend in...
we engage in the dance,
we enjoy...sometimes, we clash
with the dialogues, the tempo...we end up staggering,
.....and find ourselves, displaced......
still, we rise from the alien ground
where we surrendered our weight,
ponder on the hows and whys,
dance...sway...blend in, anew,
master the beat of the music
every step and turn of the dance,
we try to avoid to reel again...especially,
on the same part of the tune,
on the same spot where we once fell...
life is a large, brightly lighted stage,
we...are the dancers, the singers, the actors...
some of us opt to be dramatists, or merely listeners,
or obsevers........but, we....are all performers,
in this huge...circular stage...where,
all kinds of drama, and music play......
Sally
Copyright February 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
so young,
you've already taken
the world
by a storm
grabbing their gazes
enticing their ears
so old,
you're still taking
our hearts
by a gentle breeze
sweeping us off
of our feet
you are the element
natural
and
unstoppable
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Rap is crap
Can be written while napping
By simply slapping words like zapping
Up alongside trapping and wrapping
And suddenly you’re a rap star
Driving an expensive car
And before your coffee is cold
You are draped with gold
Maximum bling
But it doesn’t mean a thing
Other than money because honey
If your ‘song’ lyrics are still known.
When ten years are blown by
And you are no longer a famous guy
Whose words are forgotten
It is because they are misbegotten
And liked by the current batch of airheads
Who think this is music when instead
It’s a beat they can feel in their feet
And if they don’t read the words
Printed in the album, what is heard
Is a lot of screaming and percussion
Not worth discussion in Billboard.
Someone could cut the microphone cord
And all anyone could hear would be drums
And the audience spilling their beer,
And nothing worth humming;
Lyrics for the dumbing down of the race,
A major entertainment disgrace
That destroys the ears and means nothing
That will ever be revered like Sinatra
Elvis or The Beatles have done.
It may be number one today
But when time passes away
It will be nothing but the shouts
Of a bunch of untalented louts
To an audience one has to fear
Was born with a tin ear.
Brent Kincaid
6/1/2015
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Crowd begins to rustle
Lights begin to dim
Performers begin to sweat
The curtain fades
The noise of the audience fade
The first act music-student's courage fades
He focuses on the notation sheet
Stage lights focus on him
Spectators focus on the teenager
He plays the first downbow note
The crowd listens to him
Lights shine, never faltering
-
Multitude begins to grow impatient
Lasers begin to blink on
Pop stars begin to nod at each other
The darkness on the stage fades
Distraction fades from the crowd
Sweat on the band's hands fade
She focuses on the expanse of people
Yellow lights focus on all of them
The sea of people focus on the song
Bassist plays the intro
Die-hard fans listen to the heartthrob
Strobe lights shine, excitement escalates
-
Big finale performed by the orchestra
People shiver in their seats
Wood stage vibrates
The curtains are drawn
Listeners sated, their scores are a draw
Philharmonic members draw smiles
Assembly gives a standing ovation
Each student gives a triumphant bow
Curtains give way
Backstage, the people laugh
Stage director laughs from relief
Congregation laughs from witty student's last remark
-
Last verse of fulfilling song performed by band
Top section shivers from air conditioner
Big speakers vibrate on last note
Projector screens are drawn
Crowds draw their phones for selfies
Drummer draws his experience on notebook
Spectators give shouts of, "Encore!"
Band members give their farewell
Coliseum gives back lights
Pianist laughs recalling his slip
Volunteers laugh from crowd's reaction
Fans laugh at guitarist signing for them
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC