Best Opera House Poems
Jorn Utzon received the Pritzker Architecture Prize for his masterpiece
Sydney Opera House is famous the world over, maybe in space too
Her shells are recognizable by millions, even I, who have never been
fabulous place opened in 1973, she hosts visitors from every country
Her performing arts center houses LePetit Ballet, Opera Australia,
There are recording studios, retail shops, cafes, restaurants, pubs
Utzon was one of thirty-two architects to submit a design.
In Kansas City, Missouri, we have created a tiny replica of this beauty.
In the Opera house
Is a tiny little mouse,
Everybody knows
Of the tiny little mouse,
The tiny little mouse in the
Opera house!
He watches all the shows
Sings all highs and lows,
Everybody knows-
He likes to play banjos,
The tiny little mouse in the
Opera house!!
The tiny little mouse
Is a superstar,
Everybody knows-
He plays pianos
Backing up the shows
In the Opera house !!!
The tiny little mouse
Likes to do a little dance,
Kicking up his feet
Turning up the heat,
Always keeps a beat-
For you to have a seat
In the Opera House !!!!
-15th March 2021-
Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character of the play. That is her existence. To court her, take her to see the Shakespeare, although the ballet or opera will do just as well. She has a deep compassion for animals, if there happens to be no theatre she will enjoy, take her to the races (she loves horses). She'll fall in love with every single one of her lovers. She is fluent in true and loyal love. She will recite Sophocles before she hops into the shower, or quote Oscar Wilde while she pours your coffee. A girl who plays on the stage will play with life as though it were a puppet or a stray kitten. She lives and breathes poetry and is fragrant like fruit. She will always be singing, songs you might know or foreign ones, she hears secret music in their air only audible to Bohemians. She's playful and bubbly, but she feels the pain of the flower you picked for her and sheds more tears than the clouds. She keeps secrets, only little ones of course, they are precious to her and she keeps them safe. She'll know how to make you laugh. Her vices will be beautiful to you, don't worry about them. She'll always sleep in, so let her sleep, her dreams are important to her. She comes alive at night, like the stars. She's a sabaist, she spends the majority of her evening with the stars, speaking to them. She loves earrings and perfumes, and she'll have a collection of both in her home, together with her hoard of gin and plays on her bookshelves. Her dressing room is her shrine and the stage is her altar. Refrain from worshiping her, she wants you to worship her art, the beauty she creates with her voice, body and mind. Her cat is her dearest companion, with whom you will have to form a friendship with to keep her happy. She's nothing but contradictions. Do not be shocked by her tattoos, you will learn to read their infinite meanings. She's always writing, adventuring or sleeping. Most importantly, she loves adventures. To love her is to delight in her desire to enjoy her life. That is why she performs, she lives a million lives. Be a poet, artist, musician or sculptor. Make her immortal.
Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit
Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul.
He felt spooked after searching for the source.
A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra?
The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic
The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch
He felt threatened, for he knew he was alone here.
Or was he?
Sydney my love, Sydney my city
Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
First rays of the sun, spread here fun.
Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain.
Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city
Clean clean beaches, green green trees,
Pleasant weather, cool cool breeze.
Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty.
Sydney my heart, Sydney my city
Kangaroo, emu, parrots, cockatoo.
4X fun, taste of barbecue.
Having flora and fauna, folk and fidelity.
Sydney my delight, Sydney my city.
Cheers of beers, music and dance.
Events and sports, friendship and romance.
People enjoy varied leisure activity.
Sydney my crave, Sydney my city.
In habitant's haven, half a hundred hills.
Love surfing thrills, basking when chills.
They toil for growth and prosperity.
Sydney my choice, Sydney my city.
People here thrive in an easy life.
Happy happy children with serene smile.
Over everything, supreme is humanity.
Sydney my pride, Sydney my city.
- S. D. Tiwari