Best Enacting Poems

In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who sunk like winter sunset,
but arose like summer sunrise -
my last breath an autumnal leaf.

What is life but a blank canvas...

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Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend, 
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown- 
Ponder about its existence 
Let not a single thing unexamined 
Any stunning flower untouched  
Any majestic bird unobserved 
Any magnificent...

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Midnight hangs in  deepened revelation
as the  cry of elegy  flows within its waiting,
hazy tears burst to deny sleep’s interval
when baby - lullabies end  all pleasant leisure;
and a mother sighs from vague acceptance
enacting the  glee that cradles her child’s form.

Dusk engulfs...

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No encore demanded, I stand alone
No applause as I hang up my ‘microphone’
But what do they care, for no empty chair
Has ever acknowledged good tone

I took to this stage in a different age
I think then, the Stones were the rage
Yet, I’ve appeared here, daily for...

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Gestures beckon gestures,
Speech caresses silence,
Laughter accompanies the seductive sways of smiles, 
The beautiful bliss of our starry eyes gone astray;
Then caught and locked in a stir of longing for each other.
None, but a tale of fantasy,
Re-enacting the dé·jà vu of a dream.
A dream; an all-discerning...

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Smooth like glass the ground slithers all along
The beat goes down the street singing a song
Surface delights to even the roughest
Slipping, sliding enacting the toughest

Colors reflecting all throughout the way
Making the wet road seem cold in the day
Breaking down the path, hard surface below
Open ways...

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To never close my eyes again


Whispers call out
  silent forests
   of slumbering trees
wave weary branches 
  on the wind

Voiceless in the vast darkness,
    still shadows dwell
midst motionless thoughts
  gathering in a 
     ...

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Flimsy fig leaf camouflage,
subterfuge reveals montage,
mind games at play everyday,
as conscience to rest we lay.

Enacting oneupmanship,
demons of mind we worship,
anchored in hypnotic trance,
enticed by dark desire’s dance.

Engaging in acts feral,
we find our soul’s in peril,
yet we wear the fig leaf mask,
making weary earth life task.

Naked...

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Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret

Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals of blossoming flowers, unfolded.
As sketched by nature, the shapes of plants and trees are moulded.
Midway through the brawl for existence,...

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Around a campfire children sat
Trading stories of ghouls ghosts and bats
Shrieking with laughter and delicious fear
A reminder of Halloween drawing near.
One child stayed quiet with a ghostly expression
Until all fell silent then he called to session
A story so scary, so wicked, so grim-
-That when it...

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How may we describe the fragrance of our soul,
which dwells within this earth vessel we adorn,
as we shape shift, hoping one day to feel whole,
noticing that we are with each breath reborn,
whilst enacting playfully, our ordained role,
nonchalant in tempests of both praise and scorn?
Transcending opposites,...

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I am at once pleased and saddened that I have taken your life,oh great creature 
of the forest.

I am pleased because I have invested many years honing my woods lore and 
shooting skills for this final result.

I am saddened because I have killed one of...

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Over the years of enacting roles varied 
Daughter, sister, wife, mother flurried 
No panacea, this strife 
Bout of cancer, rife 
And it take 
Life! 
I did ache 
Listen to the fife 
Approaching to kill, a knife 
Ruthless and scary, I was buried 
Over the years...

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We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we come. So much is true.

But as much as...

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When the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., said “I have a dream,” we all nodded and shouted sharing our feelings because his dream was the same as all those who lived under oppression. When he appealed to our nation, “We cannot walk alone,” many...

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