Auditions Poems

Call it a Family

Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes

And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have

No it won't be any stranger than
singing in the parlour for friends
without a microphone, a paying crowd
you can call it the folk tradition

mamas chili is better than ever

Mama’s chili pot put out a call
Wanting a variety of beans in the fall
Forty-nine types of beans showed up in all
Auditions were conducted by me and Saul

Lima beans were boring, dull and bland.
Chili beans are always close at hand.
Pork and beans were stuck up and snobby.
Garbanzo beans were hard and knobby.

We finally chose six types of beans.
Together they made the chili fit for queens.
Mama’s chili was better than ever before.
We kicked the limas and garbanzos out the door.

The Black Bee Club

The new gentleman’s club is rumored to be exclusive to the braggarts in town.
They have to dress up, and some of these squirrels used to only dress down.
Are their pole dancers? Another teacher asked of all people, unknowing me.
Unsure, I replied. The only thing I know is they have named it The Black Bee.

Black Bee; seems odd, said a few school teachers at our lunch table.
One claimed there were auditions, her name is Miss Merrywinkle Mable.
It is exclusive, I think I said, I heard there are monthly membership dues.
Let’s go over there and find out, said our resident biddy, Sally Boo Hoos.

Some of the men of the club caught wind of our plan and made a secret knock.
They put out a sign also that said this club is closed until nine o’clock.
Is this only a men’s club? Merrywinkle asked, sticking a note to their door.
Those sneaky Black Bee members eventually moved their club to the shore.

Song of The Rainbow Butterfly No 1: ABAB

A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.

You Choose

I watched my dear mother as she suffered and died,
then it came for my father as we sat there and cried.
We all felt the power of this storm and its rage,
a battle was fought, it took place center stage.

There are no auditions for the souls that are cast,
we all are included in its future and past.
It will never discriminate over gender or creed,
it may come in your sleep or wait as you bleed.

It will come for us all no one is immune,
it’s not seen by the sun, starlight or moon.
Please get yourself ready and make your amends,
show love and forgiveness to your family and friends.

We live and we die, we die and we live,
show who you are with the love that you give.
Our time here is short, no one’s meant to stay,
you will only die once, so live every day!

Come On

Auditions for the Rubato Orchestra
                               And Assemble

          21 and over, all instruments, singers, writers
           Composers, interupters,.
          Catered bring music and instrument, call- in
           Orders the night before.
           Camper and barn loft lounging available.
           Tuxedo and gown photographs available.
           $10.00 application fee
            Waived with invitation
             Show invitation at the
             Front gate.

Life's Play

Life's play

Every part’s cast and all the roles taken
There’s no new auditions or openings vacant
You’re set to do this, the rest of your time
It’ll never dawn - you’re stuck in a rhyme
You won’t work it out until the very last day
It was you who wrote the ending that way

And on and on and throughout it all
You’ll think that you’re living, having a ball
You’ll be happy knowing, this is how it should be
Working so many hours, but never quite free
And the fog only thickens as the pressure’s applied
You lose your job, she’s leaves or she’s died

Until one day you’re finally a gape and supine
Looking up at the stars and knowing life’s mean
You could have flown and been the real you
You've written a role, why not star in it too?
And yet you couldn’t see, although it was plain
You’ve missed your chance! It won’t come again!

David Cox 24/09/18

Love Is Sweet

Love is sweet
I see it in tweets
It takes us to the wild
It holds our hands in the wild
It stays with us in the wild
Only if no one holds it

love is sweet
It tells us we belong
It takes us along in the long
It makes us belong
You don’t have to long
Only if no one holds it

Love is sweet
It gives us no conditions
Its the only sweet condition
It comes with no auditions
It natures our ambitions
Only if no one holds it

Love is sweet
But people steal it
They misuse it
They under use it
They waste it
And I hate it
No one should hold my love

Solitude Is My Silent Saviour

No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.

Instruments are repressed without musicians,
as some kill the music before auditions.
My harp cares not for words about tradition,
ignores fake applause for romantic fiction.

Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame,
mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game.
People point fingers to those without a name,
what will they do when there's no one left to blame?

I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet,
I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret. 

Silent Sonnet
Silent One
24 August 2019

Life's More Than a Three-Act Play In a One Horse Town

Life's More Than A Three-Act Play
In A One Horse Town
By: Tom Wright
9/2/98

Life,
is that physical period of time,
separating birth from death,
in which almighty God,
grants auditions for eternity.
I came not, nor will I leave, by my choice.
Whether or not I play a part,
in this great drama, is also not an option.
I was, however, given a choice
of how I wish to play that part.
Being under God's spotlight,
where nothing is hidden,
it then behooves me to live my life,
in and for Jesus Christ, under his direction.
Forsaking earthly treasures,
preferring instead, Heavenly ones.
Not being a short term trader,
but investing long term in eternal security,
remembering that it isn't my skill
in playing my part, but God's grace.
Then when the final curtain falls
on my life, and my spirit rendered to God,
I'll be greeted either
by the sound of applause,
or of weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I'll never settle for well water
on a dirt road when crystal clear water
on streets of gold is available.
Jesus, makes life a fun place to be.

Her Eyes Were Blue

Seeing the name on a gravestone grey
Wishing you had more positive things to say
The wind throws you around like a prized fighter
Rambling off quotes from your favourite writer 
Always a cliffhanger, a wanting of something more
Getting caught in the deafening downpour
I remember your favourite poem
Twas an Irish blessing for your home
Seeing your name in lights
Embracing you on one of the coldest nights
You were so beautiful - a gem to compare
Eyes of blue and your sandy hair
I wanted to be an artist when I was a teen
I wanted to be a director - you'd steal every scene
I loved you with my whole heart
No need for auditions - you know you got the part
Seeing your name on a gravestone grey
Takes me back to my favourite day
Wishing I could hold you one more time
Always a Poet - I chose for my life to rhyme
Your beauty captured by camera flash
Always saving up for a coffee - having just the right amount of cash
Drinking my tea and seeing the world through the eye of a writer
Listening to your favourite chorus - waving your Zippo lighter
You make my world more blue and grey
I love you very much is what I wish I could say
One last time

Money Talks

Kavanaugh and Trump will define
Auditions for Epstein online
If you're young and juicy
Just Email: FurrLucy
Step up to the pump on Prime Time!

Realizations of a Dying Man

Here in this my darkest hour
Chilled down to the marrow bone
Once a vibrant now fading flower
Where soon only weeds will grow

I had thought myself invincible
Here now holding auditions with death
As he freely asks morbid questions of me
Standing naked with no dignity left

Too late now I'm looking inward
At the empty boxes lining my soul
Knowing full well that I was forewarned
That one day this bell would toll

Looking back on the years I have wasted
At mine and others expense
A bitterness so strong you can taste it
The flavor, my own detriment

I clearly see what could be too late for me
Breathing out my final battle cry
When in the end neither fame nor fortune
Could replace my need for Jesus Christ

Unrehearsed Chaos

HE'S PUZZLING AND UNPREDICTABLE.  HE SHOWS UP AT 

                UNAWARES.

                HE'S A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING.  HE PLANS AND PLOTS TO 

                THROW HIS SNARES.

                UNREHEARSED CHAOS NEVER AUDITIONS FOR THE ROLE.  HE'S A

                SCENE STEALER.

                CENTER STAGE IS HIS PLAYGROUND WHERE THE UNREST, 

               UNEASINESS, AND CHAOS ABOUNDS.

               UNREHEARSED CHAOS NEVER NEEDS AN AUDIENCE - FOR HE IS

               IS OWN APPLAUSE.

               WHEN IT COMES TO DRAMA HE'S THE KING OF IT ALL.

               AN AWARD WINNING PERFORMANCE SURE TO AMAZE.

               UNREHEARSED CHAOS ... YOU'VE BEEN DEFACED !

Songbird

Reliant on a songbird with minimal talents 
One note, one song to showcase its voice 
Auditions are lenient and brisk 
Sing the song that I love to hear 
Repetition is more than the mother to learning,
She is the key to my satisfaction 
Temporarily, songbird, hit your high note 
Dissonance to my ears and equilibrium,
But the rhythm behind the beat of my drum stick 
Oh song bird, sing my song

• Short Auditions Poems
• Famous Auditions Poems
• Best Auditions Poems
• Read Auditions Poems
• Long Auditions Poems
• Auditions Quotes