Best Tryouts Poems

See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.

Now see this girl. . . really SEE this girl.
At age 12, she’s...

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WISDOM


He had a thought,
He said a word,
He performed an act.

Looked back!

The word didn’t agree with 
The thought,
Neither did the act with 
The word.

He was perplexed!

He forgot the thought,
Erased the word,
Obliterated the act, 
And 
Started anew! 

Myriad tryouts after…

He managed, 
The word to agree 
With 
The...

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Dragon had the acting bug! He wanted that big brass ring.
If the Sheriff of CrazyLand could act, then… so could He!
I told him tryouts for the Wizard of Oz were going on, this week.
So Dragon went running off to find, his most perfect part, to...

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Where I’m From

I’m from tea parties and tutu’s,
From fingernail painting and Oreo cookies.
I’m from jumping on the trampoline,
And water sprinklers in the front yard.
I’m from summer days and sleepovers,
From zoo trips with momma,
And long car rides on summer vacation.
From scary stories by the bonfire,
And catching...

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My palms would sweat. I’d get physically sick.
Why was I always the last one they’d pick?
There were times I would not be selected at all,
for a physical game, I was pretty darn small.

I watched as they’d point, whisper, and scheme;
avoid if they could choosing me...

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When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.

No tryouts or permission slips.
No uniforms or coaching tips.
No judges, umpires, referees,
Or grownups whom we had to please.

Whoever came could join right in.
We'd choose the...

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Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net. 
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court 
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must...

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies 
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus 
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook 
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking 
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity 
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, 
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing...

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Took my newspaper down to the cemetery last week,
Set up my soapbox and I commenced to speak.
I read to them of bombing overseas,
An article about the discovery of a new disease.

I read of a robbery on a downtown street,
And a tale of the homeless with...

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Like an eagle you’ve watched me grow,
Forested me with love since I knew how to crawl,
How can I forget the wings that protected me from cold?
Cuddling down my mortal sole, 

Warming words of wisdom,
Penetrating my tiny being,
Eyes of a dove that made me strong,
To tackle...

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From dusk to dawn 
Sunrise to sundown
This I will never forget 
Your kisses that always left me in a comfort 
And a bliss that no grief could ever secrete
A mile-wide-smile and sweet
That never deserted your cheeks

Your submissiveness 
When my stomach would rumble
How you would enable...

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Angels.
How many they asked
Could dance on the head of a pin?
I’m thinking
Why are they dancing
Don’t they have wings?


Rocks
Could God make one
So big He couldn’t lift it?
I’m thinking
Have you seen my book bag?


Martyrs
Nuff said.
I’m thinking
No one’s showing up for the tryouts.


Fasting
Look, I’m a kid
I’m thinking
It’s a...

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When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus

Mental health of yours truly
heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac)
aside from countless
(approximately seven) other
prescription medications kept
stashed in a plastic tray
until one or more taken at least once
or at most three times daily.

The...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was a typical spring day in New Haven, overcast, 65°, with...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense even then gushed 
oot noggin o' Matthew

Scott Harris foretold loo
pee...

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