Best Rehearsal Poems
with her Mother's heels and veil
she holds his hand solemnly
tells him forever they'll be
... they are five years old
two decades later they laugh
remember first rehearsal
again she wears Mother's veil
... this time it's for real
by Francine Roberts
for Dr Ram's 'Wedding Rehearsal - dodoitsu' contest
The tempest kiss of seaweed miss.
Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred.
His ship astern and fast.
The siren’s scorn lambaste;
Blind youth’s reality is blurred.
The satin hair of Whitney bright
A pearlescent veil, the tide ~
Calm! Calm! It’s all a lie!
Her body movement spry.
O serpentine witch, her smile, her glide…
Her bright white fangs aglow, move slow.
The magic of her song moored
In his terrified glance;
The seaman’s in a trance.
In former life, he would have scored.
She slowly sucks his soul, and then,
One by one she tenders them.
The fishhooks through their eyes,
Amuse her with goodbyes.
Rehearsal of fatale la femme.*
2/5/2020
*femme fatale order of words was switched to aid rhyme.
A poet’s prerogative:)
Poetry is my palette.
I slowly draw my words,
whispered first on the paper,
then chosen they are heard!
I read them over and over,
and listen if the beat is tight,
that the verse and the structure are in tune,
and that the meaning is just right.
I paint my picture carefully.
My words are colors true.
It is my heart’s desire,
to share my life experiences with you.
With every printed syllable,
with every pause and word,
with every carefully placed punctuation,
I hope my voice is heard.
I know when I have left this world,
my palette will remain.
My hope is that I am remembered,
by this, my last refrain.
REHEARSAL
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my mind, a ballet dancer,
my thoughts in constant rehearsal.
each idea is poised
at the barre of consciousness,
leg extended, muscles trembling.
some are fouettés, sharp and quick,
a flurry of solutions,
a staccato burst of inspiration,
others, adagio, slow and deliberate,
a sustained arabesque of contemplation,
held by the strength of quiet observation.
there are moments of stillness, too,
a gentle plié, a pause in the music,
a chance to gather strength before the next grand jeté.
Wedding director perplexed.
Running around in a stew!
No one knows what they should do!
Bride in a tizzy!
"Everyone take your place please!"
Organist plays Wedding March.
Everything will turn out right!
Groom is very calm.
*By Jimmy Anderson
*For Dr. Ram Mehta's "Wedding Rehearsal" Dodoitsu contest
Preacher, flowers, dresses, cake
Husband, wife, bouquets, music
Maid of Honor, Best Man, rings
Rehearsal dinner
Ill-fitting tux, bad weather
Parents, in-laws arguing
Photographer a no-show
Should have just eloped
By: Shani Fassbender
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE, AND ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS;... AND SO HE PLAYS HIS PART... LAST SCENE OF ALL,
THAT ENDS THIS STRANGE EVENTFUL HISTORY...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: 'AS YOU LIKE IT.'
I learned to face life without the concept of fear, unlike many others
weighed down in chaotic cynisism and pessimistic notions of doom.
I refused to allow anything to take firm hold of me with its druthers
or stifle me with trivialities, coloring my world in shades of gloom.
I thought of life as a stage, where I portrayed characters in productions,
donned costumes in myriads of bright kaleidoscope patterned fabrics
but I'd never been handed a written script or given acting instructions.
I portrayed a troubled teen, then played the part of a nurse in geriatrics.
There have been moments when I smiled as a comedian who's masked
and for a while my world was filled with hysteria to the point of laughter,
but when sadness touched me, it left a hollow chasm. That's when I asked
God to get me through the Apocalypse that changed the world thereafter.
It was all just a dress rehearsal in a world that had spiraled out of control.
The theatrical stage replaced with scenery, created without human flaws.
And the cacophony of voices I heard were those raised to praise and extol
God's restoration of Paradise, worthy of perpetual encores and applause.
September 21st, 2017
Eight Word Challenge-4
Host: John Hamilton
8 Words used in order of their appearance:
CHAOTIC KALEIDOSCOPE HYSTERIA HOLLOW
APOCALYPSE SPIRALED CACOPHONY PERPETUAL
Ah, groom is drinking saki .
Bride to be is having tea.
Both parents having headaches.
Kimono’s moving.
The bride’s ankles are swollen.
The groom pours bit more saki.
Ancestors, all are happy.
Soon, there will be three.
Poet:Debbie Guzzi
She and mirror had a chat
dreams and hopes flitted past
vainly smiled and said goodbye
brides here are fully covered
Veiled for life...
Afroze Ali
(Some brides from remote parts of India are covered head to toe, red veils reaching their chins and they are supposed to veil themselves every time a man is around. Ridiculous, but true)
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nerves crack a week before vows,
pre-nup dinners get mixed-up,
groom’s tuxedo needs revamp…
best man churns new speech!
from bride’s nth hairstyle redo
to choir revisions; why do
rehearsals take more days than …
the five-hour wedding?
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*hour has one syllable
hou-rs has two syllables
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for Dr. Ram's Wedding Rehearsals- Dodoitsu
by: nette onclaud
Today I stopped waiting.
I had promised distance.
I never break promises,
but this time,
it was survival.
I ranted a little,
accused a lot,
a disgusting manipulation,
for I must sew the seed,
the opposite of love.
So I am cut off,
I am hated,
and I have totally lost,
control, happiness, warmth,
but I am levelled.
Today I weigh a bit less,
and I move a bit quicker.
This day I cease hiding
from myself
and the truth I denied.
I am free now,
and I will rebuild.
My house will be bigger,
than even back then,
and it will boast a great Master.
My heart is white today,
it's blackness is gone.
My will serves as a ticket
toward the long journey ahead,
destination is justified and fluid.
Those that leave you,
make you a larger vessel.
Once emptied it will hunger
to be filled to it's brim,
with a gorgeous golden meniscus.
Do not run, do not shield,
for it is a valorous goal.
To know the pain you risk
and the robbing of the time,
preluded by hope and satisfaction.
So thank the lovers in a moment of clarity,
thank the thieves of hearts and memories,
think of them as salient and sweet.
For you are enriched and unburdened,
and you are ready to admit the light.
Rage at the dark,
Rant at the ravagers of souls,
but welcome them to the stage.
For to master the act,
one must first master the rehearsal.
Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
Sorry for not speaking sooner
We've been delayed by the bride
'Cause she's gone out for a ride
You know — who are we without her
A question I just can't answer
So let's drink our disappointment to sleep
Because the burden is not ours to keep
Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
It seems you are really getting slimmer
I fed you with so much plans
Including the salsa dance
Toasts and clinkering glasses
Recitals of flowery verses
You were meant to be a beautiful song
But you turned out worse than a teen prom
Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
My heart can't help but to miss her
She is all I have ever wanted
My metaphorical flowing fountain
She flows with life and elegance
Waves of sweetness and temperance
Smashing my cliff-hanging heart
With her I can't seem to doubt
Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
My light seems to be going dimmer
And with every ticking of her absence
I get struck by the whip of my conscience
A moment I have staged all by myself
I'm just a dusty book stacked on the shelf
Waiting and hoping to be flung into Sea
Because that is where my heart wants to be
Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
I'm sorry for being this boring dreamer
But I'd like you to know this
That I'll live on in one piece
And even though I ruined you for us
I would love and wait for her if I must
So send my apologies to our guests
I love them! They're the best...
Rehearsal for Being Controversial
Had a rehearsal
For being controversial;
Trump's whole staff was great.
See that he is keeping KellyAnn
off of TV and in public for awhile.
Jim Horn
My school had conducted an oratorical competition No one had given his or her name for it, My class teacher forced me to participate in the contest , And I had no idea regarding the up-coming disaster
Small Saving was the topic, teacher said politely, At that stage I didn't know anything about the topic Anyhow I went to the library anyway and gathered some points. I stood before the mirror and did a rehearsal .
My father shouted at me when it was twelve I was woken up by my mother in the morning My elder brother asked me,if I had prepared well. I nodded and moved towards the school like a snail
The competition was held at exactly four o'clock ,
Many participants came to my school's auditorium , when my name was called,I stepped on the stage , I stood like a statue and I had forgotten everything.
One of the judges had advised me to take the paper and read I felt shy, so I had no choice but to read the essay Most of my friends laughed at and ridiculed me. The teacher said" Failure is a stepping stone to success.
Two dancers
embrace on destiny’s floor.
Their dance
started in youth
moves them apart
into other arms.
Their music
carries the message;
they are still in step
to be united again
and end rehearsal
for the next dance.