Best Rehearsals Poems

The rehearsals are over and now it’s first night
All worked tirelessly for the audience’s delight
It all flows so smoothly – oh what a relief
A fabulous production of ‘Sunshine on Leith’

The show tells the story of the ups and downs in life
Of Scottish couple Rab and...

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Die on your feet or live on your knees
Live as slave or die bold and free
Ringing that bell of liberty
Through thorns and thistles
Bomb blasts and war whistles
Floods of fire start to sprinkle and sizzle
Taking a stand or even walking alone
Every Goliath has a stone

Stumbling blocks...

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The falling leaves danced
With the randomness of time
And flow of restless souls,
Moving on. Passing-by.
Grayer shades clothed
The dying accent of the setting sun
And in an hour,
You will be gone.

Those sobbing rehearsals
With the rain,
Are but futile train
Of affirmations spoken
Behind the mirror.
I stammered, as the words
Tried to come...

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Following the tumor blooms
that muted my throat and gut,
I duct taped my mind
to the wordless, I put my head down 
charging at daggers, and
thanks to pain bullets and cancer bombs
my thoughts are catching a little headwind.

I'm looking at a sea otter floating on its back
agilely...

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In the deepest river caverns, in the furtherest chambers of my soul,
       There are secrets hidden there that can ne'er be told.
Secrets of another life, another way, another time.
       Secrets hidden for eons...

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"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a...

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There's A knock on my door,
 I ask "who is there". ?
Standing there are five faces. . 
They answer" IN UNISON "Truth"
I ask" Why the disguise"...?
It is I,"Truth" they all refrain.
 
How will I know which one of
you is to cross my threshold,
Let us all...

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Hours after hours of practice
Making sounds that are polished pearls 
Connected by a thin string made up of
Accelerando, arpeggios, and articulation
O, what wonderful colours you have!
Measures after measures of music
Playing with deep emotions that flow
Sometimes, the stream in the green meadow on a sunny day
Other...

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The lights are slowly dimming 
The curtain's going up 
The stage-hands take their places 
The scenery's all set-up 
The Orchestra is waiting 
For the Conductor to cue them in 
The audience waits expectantly 
For the overture to begin 
The Singers wait backstage 
Sipping tea to...

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(True story)

As nativity plays go, this one was a doozy
with plenty of chances to fail
and even after all the countless rehearsals
it did, on a Biblical scale.
My part, I was Joseph, and Barbara was Mary,
the Jesus doll wrapped in a sheet
three wise men in the wings...

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We have some friends with a son named Todd,
whose avocation was to an actor be.
Little did I know that his avocation
would sometime soon involve me.

I loved to sing around the house
and (if I say so myself) could carry a tune.
One day my wife told me...

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Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
   limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
   though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy 
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
   eventually Mister O'Donnell 
   (I remember without mental exertion...

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So effortlessly do musicians play
  Concerts at night, rehearsals by day

Woodwinds, strings, brass or drums
  Why, when I try, do I come up all thumbs...

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Fiddling About. 
by The Didds

Annual Concert, DMT, Time to act, you and me,
At Dauntsey School, a painted floor, performed in the round, 
with rehearsals at Sheep Street church, St Joe's school hall, the con club too,
learning dances, blocking acting, making lovely sounds

Odessa, Ukraine, in 1881,...

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The flag glides upward in slow motion.
Days have the lucky teachers rehearsed
For this honorable day of the country.
We, children have sung until we go hoarse
No matter it was a sunny or a rainy day.
Rehearsals went on, missing classes and plays.

Yes, the great day is here...

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