Best Staged Poems

Staged or Stagnant

The gathering of people, 
from here and there, 
and everywhere, 
made possible 
by time. 

What is important to each person, 
yet more important to another, 
then the one that is waiting 
to hear? 

Silence is not possible, 
the sound of breathing alone... 
a...

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A staged presence, and we your crowd
You, a strutting cockerel proud
This but an act nearing the end
We dull creatures suitably cowed

Your voice a gentle thunder cloud
Lights dimming over rows you've plowed
Hide from the spotlight, lies avenged
A staged presence

Your recitations growing loud
Frantic pacing, your will unbowed
Lean...

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Poetically fractured retractions
   gnashing night prayers, 
scribbling braille,
     written sideways
 dipped amid holy water retention,
compromising statements
     of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
     of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
...

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Each night I leave my blinds up just a bit
A distance calculated to perfection
I live for those mornings where the sun rises
And blares suddenly through my window
Drenching and kissing my sleepy face 
Flooding me with a swift deluge of gold magnificence
So very still, I refuse...

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After Midnight Musings - impromptu 

cleverly staged
the way you are
slinking in your
trinket-ed skin
oozing pure milk
and manuka honey.

cleverly staged
the way you are
slow as molasses
a flaming lick of
hot lava, the
epitome of life's
thirst-
life's thirst for
a mere droplet
to be overcome
by your 
charming ways

the way you are
cleverly staged....

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Woe Be Not Unto We 
In This New Staged Reality

Despair sought a captive audience;
Hope showed up instead.

Faith handed out flyers. And
She gave grab bags for free courage.

Remembrance was the opening act;
His recall loaded with ‘That’s A Fact!”

The blood of memory flowed over:
We’ve survived 400 years...

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The cleansing heat of the midday sun
Warms my soul
The ladder proffered down to escape my hole
I sit, we sit, they sit
The aches take their toll...

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Is it novel,
  or the persona of
  writing a book

Is it accomplishment,
  or the ability to 
  brag and to strut

Is it knowledge,
  or the prestige of
  having a degree

Is it passion,
 or a fire blown out 
 in...

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Another wave of whispers.
met the vibe.
Excited.
What was wrong with people?
did they realize,
implications of something bad?
One might have it,
that translates to excitement. 

Found Poem: Kate Brian- Invitation only...

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chrome reflects tanned hips... 
saliva on hungry lips
beer from the stage drips...

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How powerful the thunderstorm
   that rocks the earth and lights the skies;
      beyond control, in mystic form, 
a battle staged before our eyes.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 01/27/2020

One stanza from my poem,
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Off
the 
record
spin briefing-
becomes a rumour...

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Despair sought a captive audience;
hope showed up instead.

Faith handed out flyers;
gave grab bags for free courage.

Remembrance was the opening act;
its recall loaded with “That’s A Fact!”

The blood of memory flowed over:
we’ve survived 400+ years of slavery.

The blood of memory flowed over:
we’ve survived the hanging of...

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Despair sought a captive audience;
Hope showed up instead with faith—
Handing out flyers with grab bags
Of treats of sweeting courage:-
Remembrance was the opening act:
Its recall was loaded with, “That’s A Fact!”

The waterfall of the blood of memory fell:
We’ve survived 400+ years of slavery;
We’ve survived the hanging...

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The morning quickly,
the afternoon slows,
the night stops...
The morning feeds,
the afternoon tasting,
the night licks...
The morning prepares,
the afternoon portends
the night falls asleep...
In life there are scenes
continuously staged... !...

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