Best Performance Poems

His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano...

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in performance
whether I stay or leave -
the northern lights



NOTE: I didn't make it in time for the contest, but I wanted to write it nonetheless....

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Pain
brings a
momentous
performance by
the introduction
of excruciating
dancing between nerve endings
followed by tourniquet twisting
when muscles scream out a crescendo
and the mind closes the curtain on pain....

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds, seldom shutting my eye-lids,
Each speech of great orators, staying solid like lipids...!

It's time to perform - said well-wishers, relatives and...

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Playing music of magical mythological sound
As if meditating to mesmerize those around,
Lion and tiger bow down being spellbound,
Legendary painting depicts myths profound.

Hands hold the lyre, strings echo the singer,
Mythical lyrics reverberate and aurally linger.
Shoulder muscles restrain his leaning stance,
Animals hypnotized, intently stare in trance.

Silent posture...

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Midnight envelops the pillow
where her head rests sleeping
as each shaft of moon light glows,
umber and ocher traces,
through the satin nimbus of her hair,
gently caressing her soft cheek.

The billowing gossamer of sheer veils,
like phantasms, take flight
with morning's sigh
through the open window,
while the shadows dance playfully
through each...

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One of the secrets in life 

                        Maximum heart rate, maximum pleasure

          ...

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THE PERFORMANCE

She’s a dancer ready to chronograph her next move.
The chair is her boogie down stool.
Her hand synthesis the groove.
She looks as if her depths are being used.
Her arm is amalgamated to the symphony sounds in the room.
She squats in a hunker down pose to...

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Enter a town,
Circa 1938.
Where money was scarce,
but dreams were great.

Men of color, 
and the people in their midst.
Surrounded by hate,
yet still determined to persist.

A chance at real baseball,
this game they lived and breathed.
The only way out of oppression,
to play in those ***** Leagues.

Their dreams were...

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double reverse pike
red flash twisting in free fall
autumn leaves last dance...

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Great men, 
ten out of ten....

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In the spotlight she played on her flute.
Though she tried, her performance was mute.
The crowd heard not a note,
just a squeal from her throat
as they pelted her with rotten fruit....

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Growing up I played with many dolls,                                      ...

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This evening hurts
I've grown rusty
quick wits groan
as curtains hide footlight
that makes its way 
to stage 

That voice - is it mine? -
grumpy, in need of... what....
and the audience standing around
stares confused...
fake popcorn smiles 
in hot buttered nervousness

Wish they would give me one
to ease into fog
make...

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Did you hear about the time the Doc was on the clock? 
Apparently an actor took a shot 
At the President who was enjoying the theater in a special spot 
Being popular knowing the right team had won 
Waiting for revenge carrying a smoking gun...

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