Best Theatrical Poems
Curtains drawn drawing me in
past trinkets left as mementoes
reaching for stars and moments
filled with honeydew kisses
keepsakes kept inside
Sugared apple blossom scents
fill the void nowhere left to hide
scarlet petals wrapped in wonder
float atop the steamy waters
of a long lost one act play
Reflection of sated imperfection
staring into an open invitation
robes dropped but fearing a
cold shoulder a twist of fate
a simple smile can sedate
Pockets full of daisies held
the journey into futures
untold whispers in the breeze
putting a worried mind at ease
reliving a childhood dream
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Hotel terraces art nouveau ironwork and interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the comfortable chintz couch
And began to doze off to sleep...two cherubs red hair
Sea-green eyes turned up frecked nose sniffed air
Clove cigarettes perfume of sandalwood musk rose
Fresh strawberries slithered onto his awaiting lap
Beautifully chiselled shaven jawline elegantly poised
Handsome blue eyes dazzled like secret treasures
No drama,
Criticized,
No scene,
Criticized,
No theater,
Critized,
No life,
Criticized,
No death,
Criticized...
A hipnotic spell,
A happy comedy,
An impact of tragedy,
A depressive sorrow,
A constant paranoia,
A living psychology,
A passing psychiatry...
An endless beginning...
This just in, we are long drawn out drab sentences of our breath,
trying to base a topic off epiphany's languid scry, waiting on osmosis to spark a nerve.
Crinkled pages, termites gnawing on pencils, saw dust.
Failed improvs to deliver colloquial precedence, un performed characters with ventriloquist strings for livelihood, the presentation uncanny to scintillating epitomes.
Group 2, line one, drawing a line in the sand. Out of the blue sparks a Big Bang, a flash of genius, a flicker of brilliance in a nano second, staged to theatrical dreams of sun dance wins.
Then there is me, clapping my hands in silenced tongue, speechless with hesitation in my thoughts, smoking in the after burn of rust, only the mind would know what to say left in the smoke clouds of their creation.
I've got nothing, quick sand running through my fingers like vapors in edgewise, and while I am still just breathing they just are, encircling around me like a shooting star.
Shadows form a discreet curtain shrouding love's address
Entering the hypnotic stage, stardust caress
Refracting moonbeams sweep balcony focusing spotlight on gleaming tress
Endeared minstrel plucks heart strings wooing his princess
Nightingale perches in love's apron unbridled passion to express
A romantic balad with blithe melody, congruent harmony; decorum to dress
Dancing to the orchestra, striking a subordinate note; fealty to impress
Enthralled audience captivated by the last, ingratiating bow of courtliness
Medieval Stage vocabulary
apron: a stage that projects out into the audience area.
orchestra: orchestra pit is a lowered area between the stage and the audience.
An allegory, comparing theatrical play to wooing troubador.
Glorious evening,
Entertaining golden rays:
Stadium of clouds.
Theoretical physics! Where the mind
meets itself in abstract
Lines of divergent thoughts:
The noodle of the universe!
EXPLOSION OF CREATIVITY
BOOM!
ASWHERE most humanity is far away
From the LIGHT
THE MIND'S shadow is dim
But not them: Einstein,
Bohr, Kaku, Hawking, and Guth!
Closer --
The shadow more defined!
A five-digit hand touching
the wall of the bone
of cave where all sight is
seen but not them.
THE EXPLORATION OF OUTER SPACE
through INNER SPACE!
And they appeal to the masses!
Zeal, entertainment, and
Breaking down the fundamentals
so we can all understand!
:: 01-04-2018 ::
From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
I hear violins playing
Oscillating in the auditorium
As the orchestra resounds
Behind the chambers of my heart
Bittersweet melodies plays aloud
I cannot escape -
That sweet summer rain
Which fills my heart
With such melodies of ballads
Shedding tears that reflects
I cannot escape.
Within the amphitheatre of the city,
I sang aloud lyrics of gloom and mourn
Behind the cages of my bleeding heart
I found the rain to be my shedding tears
As notes and sheets of music play
Violins and orchestra play in unison
Along with my brokenness I sang
To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning,
Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again.
You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where your feelings arrive dressed in velvet and masks.
I do not miss the romance, oh no —?I see it in spades in your letter’s flow.?Your charm, your wit, your desperate fire?Could set a room — or a theater — entire?Ablaze with sighs. But is it me you seek??Or the thrill of the line, the applause you tweak?
You jest and gesture, you pine and pose,?With metaphors grand and poetic throes.?Yet when I crave the man, not the play,?You vanish behind the roles you portray.
I’ve not been unmoved — I’ve been overwhelmed,?As if love were a ship, and you at the helm?Would rather paint storms than steer us home,?Sailing in circles through froth and foam.
I do not need sonnets or grand design —?Just you — uncostumed, unpolished, plain-spine.?Tell me your fears, not your fables or plays.?Let’s talk like two souls who’ve walked real days.
I treasure your heart, your laughter, your flame,?But love is not born of performance or fame.?It’s patience. It’s presence. It’s pause and breath —?Not a whirlwind courtship staged near death.
So here I am, not lost, nor cold —?But tired of tales so lush and bold?They leave no room for quiet truth.?I do not need a knight in youth,?But a partner who can sit and stay —?Not just enchant, then flit away.
If you wish a union, as you say you do,?Meet me not in sonnets — but simply in you.
Yours in thought,?
Ms. Crane
Note: This is a sequel to “December 3, 2000” by a dear poetic friend. Please go check out his wonderful poem for context.
There is an acting coach in Battle Creek
Who taught his theatrical collie to speak
Now portraying King Lear
He’s Time’s Dog Of The Year
And stars in Lassie Call Home in a week
1/15/22
Fluorescent and creamy
‘Twas the fabric that was her skin
With lecherous taunts she told me
“All this and more could be yours.”
I gasp in profound sighs as gradually
I inundate beneath naughty theories
Upon your lips
first was a peak of interest
alluring for sharp strokes of passion
a moan here, a groan there
as a theatrical climax infuses
I lurch and crawl from
Bar to Bar
As most of all regulars and barkeep alike
Unfortunately can vouch and attest for
As i am well known or shall I say infamous
Far and wide in these establishment
Some have gone so far as to
Take turns or placing a watch out
So they have time to hide or run away
Rather than having been forced to listen to me
Regale stories and forms of poetry
With a booming voice best suited
For a outdoor amphitheater performance
Or town crier
Draped accordingly in gown and hat
Cane walking stick merely used as a prop
Performing everywhere he goes
Unfortunately most of time sadly uninvited
And if given the choice most publicans
Would Bar
Because he chases more customers away
Than end up wishing or wanting to stay
And worst of all he doesn't even
Buy a drink himself
He expects the other customers to
And when or if they eventually do
He then also says
Well go on then
May as well make mine a
Double
And don't try and fob me off
With the cheap stuff I am accustomed
To the finer things in life
And have expensive taste
I will have you know
And as since you are footing the bill and paying
I'll also have 1 to take away as well
Curtain up
Situation
Action
Drama
Response
Suspense
Tears
Fears
Emotions
Reactions
Darkness
Death
Loss
Moment
Despair
Anguished
Disturbed
Spotlight
Finale
Rejoice
Hope regained
Bows
Curtain comes down
Captivation
Audience applause