Tonya

Apr 20, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Our Play

What are you thinking?

There’s no exit stage right

In this play of life

It isn’t a carnival ride

You can get off of anytime you like

Each player must see their scene

Through to the bitter end

Only to pause briefly

For their soliloquy

Given a quick respite to

Catch their breath

Then go on to the next act

We all stumble and garble

Our lines at times

In those cases ad lib

‘Cause we all know

The show must go on

— Tonya, Apr 20, 2009

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yenti

17 years 1 month ago

Tonya

As with the Seven ages of man, you will be at your own curtain call, a very good write on such a theme, but fear not young maiden there are more scenes for you to play, and play you must, until the great spirit in the ether says it is time to draw the curtains, and account for your performance. Only then will you see the true script, then say I knew those lines and did them well or, whatever you judge yourself to have done here on this stage, Yours Ian.T

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

so right you are

Thank you Ian. Your time to read is very greatly appreciated. ahhhh, sometimes... you just wish the play would stop for a bit though! Impossible as it is, it goes, and all works out in the end. (Is the lines i have forgotten i suppose i worry about!) Smiles sir. Thank you again. Always, Tonya

professor

17 years 1 month ago

The show must indeed go on Tonya

I enjoyed this one Tonya but felt maybe the third line from the end did not flow quite as well, perhaps "and resort to ad lib". Also may be "then onto the next act we stumble and garble" (the seven syllable versions you had again did not flow as smoothly as six do). BW Keith

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Keith

I am glad you enjoyed the content, thank you. You advice is noted! I will work on those lines sir. I appreciate the input and your time. Always, Tonya

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

This is our stage right here.

Shakespeare....."All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages." Yes, oh yes and don't some make a mess of it and others are brilliant, and yet others unlauded quietly act it out with stolid simplicity; none can escape the stage and who's to say which way is best? I enjoyed this Tonya, yours Ann of Norway

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Very well put Ann

ah, i know these Shakespearean words well! He was magnificent! I still love the old language. There's such passion. Now a days unless you're a poet, many of the younger ones thinks its silly. Afraid there have been a few occasions i have totally made a mess of things. Thank you very much for the comments and taking time to read. I love to hear peoples ideas and take on things. I am glad you enjoyed the poem, Ann. always Sincere, Tonya

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

WOW! a nice big family :)

Sounds like a wonderful family Julie. I bet family gatherings are indeed interesting and fun when you all get together (or, at least as many as possible) I wish your nephew well on his debute! I loved drama in high school, and the true thesbian in him will shine and be all the more grateful for all you present in the audiance to support him, i'm sure! Thank you for such lovely lovely comments. Keith has made a couple slight suggestion i am working on. But, overall, i was very pleased with this one. Thank you for your time to stop, read and comment. Am glad you enjoyed! Always sincere, Tonya

Rett

17 years 1 month ago

ah Tonya

Life is a never ending stage for sure. One act follows the other. You play out the scene then go to the next act. Very like a poker game. You either act your scene or play the cards you're dealt. It is up to you how the act will be recieved or the cards will be played. You can only make of it what you can. Now, one little spot that bothered me. You can get off of anytime you like ( I would delete the of as it doesn't make sense here. *G*) Well done! Respectfully, Rett: Hug a logger, you'll never go back to trees! For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

welllllll.....

to me, it was needed, maybe is my okie vocabulary getting the way tho. like.. a person is on a ride, 'you can't just get off it' (I thought that sounded chopped, maybe not) i thought 'you can't just get off of it' get off from it'... hmmm i don't know. Proper grammer isn't always one of my strong fortes. lol Thanks Rett. Your time and thoughts are much appreciated. I am still working on it, the mood is not here today though. :( :) Always Sincere, Tonya

Rett

17 years 1 month ago

LOL Hey, I speak the same way

You get off of something or you're fixin' to do something, but I got this written on the head of a nail and driven into my head by too dang many teachers to forget we're not supposed to say it. If you like it, to heck with it, leave it and let me or anyone else get over it. *LOL* I was visiting in Virginia a couple of years ago and they ribbed me unmercifully for saying "I'm fixin' to go to the store. you want anything." *chuckle* It didn't stop me though. Respectfully, Rett: Hug a logger, you'll never go back to trees! For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

lol

the south has ruined us Rett! lol, i laugh every time i hear Jeff Foxworthy talk about redneck vocab! OMG.... it is sooooooo true! and the sad thing, we are SO like that all the time.. we really say those things and think nothing of it. yes.. i am always fixin to do somethin'.. how bout this one? Wanna Coke? then ask okay, what kind? wanna go geddabite? lol (just some of our idiosyncrasies) tsk tsk tsk.... we should know better. What can we say? lol I may HAVE to go change that now. :P you made me laugh! Thanks ~Tonya

Rett

17 years 1 month ago

ROFLOL

It is my theory that God is a southerner. Do you actually think he would say in a nasal voice, "Give me a bottle of pop." or would he say in a deep voice, " Gimme one of those Co colas' boy." I know my choice. *LOL* Yep, it's all true! Respectfully, Rett: Hug a logger, you'll never go back to trees! For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

weirdelf

17 years 1 month ago

Ann nailed it

This poem , I think could acknowledge Shakepeare's lines and then continue with your own development. I crit hard but I admire your writing more and more. cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.

themoonman

17 years 1 month ago

Tonya...

I thought it was very good... and universally so! for we are all playing the parts we have, some better than others... some reaching out more so... some happy to just ride... yes, very good... Richard