Best Theatre Poems

The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.

Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping...

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Applause dies
The performance is done
My violin rests...

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Theatre of the Absurd

Like an actor in a theatre of the absurd,
there stepped onto the stage a horrid clown,
an ego-maniac who makes his own staff clap for him
and who fast is bringing a nation down.

With just one month in office he’s done enough
that in another...

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'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time


Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls

The soliciting silences succumbing to...

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Our theatre's curtains slowly fall
and gone behind them 
the loveliness and all that beauty 
we’d always known to be
too fine for such as we. 
They were only ever ours to wonder at,
to touch, to taste and savour,
briefly.
Where they were is once again,
all that which is...

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no place can I hide
atoms of me circle you
hope without a trace...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for Godot
A play about a man who never arrives

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern...

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Dancing candle flames,
the nights flickering shadows,
whirl about and play.
They dance me to sleep at night
and sleep their sleep, in the day.


...

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THEATRE OF THE ABSURD


Puppets, all parts, perpetually working.
Tense strings, plucked, with novice fingers.
Ruby sawdust sparkles with the warm sun.
Puppets on strings, such silly things!

A play set nearby, a seesaw, those twins –
Hansel and Gretel, balancing between life and death.
The wretched sound of falling trees, pulled
from...

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The crowd awaits, for the 
most auspicious of nights
...Standing ovations & red 
roses, ready to be put in flight
Conductors & maestros alike 
ready their positions
The echoes of my thoughts 
seem to harbour an omission
Strokes of brilliance are 
always ready to strike...
As I open my eyes...

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Whose brain?.......
Did you put in?......
Abby Someone....
Let me think.........
The label... on the jar....
read....Abby Normal....
I think.........
A creative monster.....
living inside..........
....................her head.

Who;
Does labor?
in the
Laboratory 
of a 
Creative Life?

It is.......the......
abnormal brain.
Sewn together
under
experiments....

With ;
Thoughts streaming
under .......high....
electrical currents. 

A lightening......
fast speed........
In a moment of
..............   Ideas.
     ...

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We

..protest the right of others to protest
while defending our right to free speech
shout down the voices of others
exercising their right to speak freely.

.. pick at the feast of democracy
like children playing with their food
in cafeteria-like rebellion
dining on peace while waging war.

.. rush past a fallen...

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Theatre
ancient, organic
previewing, staging, performing
Sophocles, Chekhov, Ray, Tarantino
filming, screening, releasing
modern, edited
Cinema.



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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016...

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Just Before Curtain Up

Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me.
And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for
Now they’ve airbrushed my face
That looks so out of place
On that poster they’ve stuck to my door.

My name is no longer top billing
It’s been pushed further down out...

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I come from a family of thespians
Who turned hiding their problems into art.
Inside these walls,
We cry. We yell.
But from within these walls,
The sounds never depart.

Yet, 
somewhere among the act,
I lost the talent.

My heart can't hide anymore.
My eyes sting, my throat burns--
They're all pretending
but my heart's...

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