Best Theater Poems

summer theater

summer plays her part
 never misses lines or cues ~
  fall waits in the wings

8-27-20...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it clear 
What is what
But then it was an exciting
Paris of the time of Artaud

Andre Breton the leader of surrealist
The movement...

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All of us are born ignorant and some
Of us remain that way I'm sad to say.
The knowledgeable flourish and become
The shepherds, the dumb just piddle away
Their lives like sheep in a grassy pasture.
The ignorance in our society
Exists through our own design I am sure
To guarantee...

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They are like two beam lights that claim the stage 
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift 
floor parkette made of wood, varnish, and lights that aim 
They are more than two American dollies dressed 
in French lace and boudoir lipsticks...

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He remembered the day 
Before he was exhausted 
And his soul was very sick
He was suicidal that night
But when he woke up
From his nightmarish dream 
His soul was not hurting
Anymore and felt clean

He came back to Paris thinking 
He was healed and free of pain
His...

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Many summers ago going to the drive-in was such a thrill

for me.  Those long hot summer nights seemed to

disappear while at the drive-in.  A trip to the concession

stand was what I really looked forward to, more than the movie

sometimes.  Waiting for that...

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He was sitting alone in the corner 
In a little cafe at the painting of Monet
And was talking to imaginary friend
About thinness opaqueness fear
Sensation of heat cold anger despair
Cruelty he claimed is the language of reality
Not the barren lame poetry with vulgar
Metaphors hiding behind empty...

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I

What if this life is a play,
and we the actors each day,
an insane play for sick and sadistic amusement.

II

Oh, then life would be nothing,
existence would mean not a thing,
all our pain and suffering just a absurd plot.

III

The dead just discarded actors,
our life determined by chapters,
a...

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Silence spoke to me when i was feeling very, very small
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movie night kisses
lips are greasy from popcorn
PURE RISING ACTION!...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping Beauty crimson butterflies, on a first flight to sweet enrichment.

I...

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Last night I dreamed I was weeding my vegetable garden in the Drive-in theater, while people wandered back and forth from snack bar to their cars.

While pulling weeds, I saw a banana slug and was about to squish it when I realized it had legs....

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The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon" in convex frames.
The "Showing Now" and big star names.
The James Bond pose in poster shots.
The tickets from the kiosk slots.

The...

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Random thoughts flutter across a page
And take shape in verses of expression
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.

While the actor repeats upon the stage
Phrases acting out playwright’s impression
Random thoughts flutter across a page.

Both painting portraits of love and rage
In concise words, the writer’s profession,
Reflecting the notions...

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I knew you well many years ago
So full of passion
A cathedral where multitudes
Of lusting souls gathered
I watched intently at the images
You allowed me to see 

Such a majestic creature 
Towering high into the darkened sky
You gathered the light from a million stars
To power my imagination...

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