Long Auditorium Poems
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awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation
aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting
said sub routine involving
outcome of circumstance
the parameter, perimeter, potentiometer,
et cetera extents
sifts out the destructive sycophants
versus real boot not nacho
munching macho gents
thus ipso facto fur cher
pro bono, and hence
gaining kudos for fas innocence
je nais sais quois joie de vivre personal aim
finds this lapsed passive pen sieve blame
less body electric alternating
between defendant versus claim
"FAKE" aunt Emma, who wrote to said
real or fictitious dame
purportedly gave solicited feedback exclaim
ming absolute zero tolerance
for acquiescent docile frame
within the real versus make believe
Milton Bradley board game
of LIFE as well my late mum (Chris Anne)
whose maternal sermons
included a ban
against blindly enlisting
into any sect chew will clan
purporting pretending posturing
as Dudley Do-right dan
sing with the stars amidst a Euclidean
Geometry auditorium,
where the glitzy dazzling audience
flush with many a fan
gnat tics toward a particular couple
said open eyed spectators
focused glazed eyes and grand
huzzahs on a man or woman,
who took charge hand
dilly directing his/her partner
acrobatic aeronautics inland
pro active with guiding he or she
toe till lee tubular counterpart re
speck ting decorum, yet pre
zen ting a choreographed production nee
an utterly out of this world with lee
ping skyward ward jumps key
pin equipoise holy jee
purrs, which scenario
analogous to taking bold
measures tubby
forthrightly assertive fold
ding arms crosswise
across chest, taking hold
din stance without conveying
a haughtiness mold.
Still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
As Tobymac and Diverse City sung I sung and felt…
The Elements Lights Shine Bright Backseat Driver©
Felt like to me like a heavenly choir church on earth
A city on our knees, (we as a planet all should be)
Everything 21 Years See the Light Made to Love©
Lose My Soul Speak Life Hello Future Til the Day I Die©
Overflow Edge of My Seat Me Without You©
City on Our Knees still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
Terrian Bass had us all In the Arms (in the arms of Jesus) © only female Diverse City band mate and solo artist
Starts With Me Move (Keep Walkin') ©
DJ Maj Break Eye on It Love Broke Thru©
I just need U. Feel It© was the only one in my row I sung…
Still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
Til the Day I Die This Is Not a Test Backseat Driver©
Beyond Me Made to Love Speak Life©
Funky Jesus Music Eye on It Steal My Show©
Lose My Soul Move (Keep Walkin') ©
Felt like to me like a heavenly choir church on earth
A city on our knees, (we as a planet all should be)
Still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
Love Feels Like Undeniable Feel It Lights Shine Bright©
City on Our Knees Me Without You© along
After getting snowed on inside the auditorium yes, snow
snowing now on the concert goers?
After the testimonies of Tobymac, bout the death of his son
I just need U. Feel It© was the only one in my row I sung…
Felt like to me like a heavenly choir church on earth
A city on our knees, (we as a planet all should be)
Still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
I had a bless time at this show, Tobymac Deep Hits Tour…
Felt like to me like a heavenly choir church on earth
A city on our knees, (we as a planet all should be)
Still felt like We are all diverse but the Same in the Lord
Hallelujah
part 3
3/6/20
Written by James E Lee Sr.
a true story
Nearly a decade is gone
Since I set my eyes on you;
Not that I didn’t want to see you,
Only that fate wedged us apart,
And denied me the priciest joy of my heart.
A now don’t know when, if ever
I will see you after so many days apart.
So much I treasure the times together spent
Before you kissed me adieu and went
To that secret place I do not know.
True I know some things I never did right:
That I took your love for granted oftentimes
And spurned the tender feelings you lavished on me.
If clocks were to be rewound the smallest bit,
You would in that auditorium sit,
And I behold your lovely face the first time.
A new, we would hold each other’s hand
And roam the city’s evening streets,
Until our feet and joints are sore and our lust
Rises to its breaking point,
And still keep walking
Till our legs are overwhelmed by dust.
Then, I would bear you to the safest place
And let your beauty quench me the rest of the night.
I would kiss your tasty lips and rid your legs of dust;
Wipe your sweet romantic tears with my tongue.
And then I would love you the last continuous time
Till the very end of the present eternity.
Too early for festivities, Christmas stillness crouches
Soon puncture of anticipation unpacks gifts
Humid harassment, curtain pummelling sun pounces
Dull of smug day blocked, first denial assists
Performed to prosper, biology reaps what's obtainable
Demanding we sit attentive in its auditorium
Under Star of Bethlehem, glory of Christ born in stable
Impossibly modest birth place unfit for Him
Finality of year held close by opportunistic beginnings
Tradition wreathed by assurity of expectation
Emerged from trauma, miracle newness distinguished
Hardship God given culminates in celebration
18th December
- Angels -
I am with three old friends,
we are at the Royal Albert Hall,
a place we have been to once or twice.
The venue is exotic and plush
the way all dreams should be.
All of us are grey beards,
we are wearing tuxedoes,
our white dress shirts tailored
to conceal comfortable bellies.
I know these guys,
one has led a dangerous life, one a sad life,
one trod a footloose way.
There are no others in this vast auditorium.
An elderly Brahms and full orchestra
are busting through his monumental
second piano concerto.
Occasionally my friends look at me,
smile and shrug, It's a recognition
that we have been through all this music before,
played every note in fact.
When the music ends
the stocky, cigar-stained hand of Brahms
gestures us to join him.
We stand and bow respectfully,
but decline.
Outside this great hall
we agree
that just one of us would be quite enough,
two then fold inwards
vowing to never be parted,
and certainly, we have no wish
to outlive each other.
Tribute to Who Introduced Grace sponsored by Constance La France
A sudden relief it is to see what you have written in words. Where the prosperity and victory of new mornings awaken with the birds.
The waters either calm or rough yet they work in our favor. You told us about good deeds and the one in control and how He blesses our neighbors.
You explained that we could be rescued and favored by what’s best. You talked about being fearsome as a lion or magnified as the wings on an eagles stretch.
How much honor and dignity still remain in your poems. Now that you are not here your words still guide the Throne auditorium.
One of the greatest poets I have known has helped me for what lies ahead and more. A shepherd boy that became king in the Lion of Judah’s roar.
My anticipation mounting as I walk into the lobby
A trip to the theatre is my greatest love, my hobby
With feelings of great wonder and excitement overflowing
For only a calamity can really stop me going
With my expectations rising, well it isn’t so surprising
I am soaking up the auras of the souls long gone before us
Moving to the auditorium an usher guides me to my seat
I sit down slowly, looking forward to this special treat
The curtains looking sumptuous, rich and velvet, long and red
I await for them to part to see the magic that’s ahead
The excitement it is palpable, sends shivers down my spine
The curtains draw back slowly and the spotlight starts to shine
Clad in Japanese kimonos players enter from stage right
As a travelling musician plays his songs into the night
For he’s in love with Yum Yum and his name is Nanki Poo
For the son of the Mikado this betrothal is taboo
The music becomes louder, my heart it beats so fast
As the show begins and transports me way back into the past
But all too soon the end is nigh, the audience still on a high
Joyous and exuberant and sad they have to say goodbye
Returning to the stage Players bowing one by one
Audience cheering loudly for the fine work they have done
I stand and clap and share with them my great appreciation
Wondering how they feel about our mutual admiration
An Actor’s life, it surely has to be a dream come true
It also has to be the hardest thing for one to do
For witnessing an Actor at the peak of their career
Is the ideal way to spend a day, the perfect panacea
written 8th September 2017
9th May 2021
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Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
The concrete and plastic, chrome domed
bricked up auditorIum rang
like a hollow bell,
a meager few red skins circle the stadium seats
like smoke from a mythical “peace” pipe
ragged, distilled, diluted, distraught, “dised”
A 21st century ablution of angst.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
All semblance of nature betrayed
by polyester tassels and cheap Crayola yarn fringe,
a sneakers and moccasins mix,
only the whistle-drum, and sage smoke sanctifies.
Circles form, crouching over polyurethane floors
silver hair, braids and hands harden; they bear,
bore the “dis” missive, disdain,
the balm of music eased all the pain.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
The roof “dis” appears becomes the night sky
air vibrates with the heart thumping of stick on skin,
and so WE, the PEOPLE begin.
Chants warm the taunt throats of man;
a whistle trills the coyotes howl.
Heartbeat sings a drum song,
bowed and bent the circle dancers form.
Stomp, twirl, braids a whirl, winged dancers rattle and bell.
Mans peacock form no longer forlorn rises above the well.
Chant the tell tale heart,
the sorrow the joy, drum thumpers hatchets fall
on the neck of a starry night.
Drum and dance invite…..
scream,….soul song, smoke dream,
eyes daze in a reverent scheme.
A school is designed
a) to safeguard our fundamental rights.
b) to provide teaching and learning process.
c) to advise people about the law.
d) to remember a person or an event.
An auditorium is
a) a law making body in a country
b) a place where Christians worship.
c) to enable an audience to hear and watch performances
d)built to remember a person or an event
A counselor is. a)who helps the poor and needy. b)gives advice to people who have personal problems c)developed a set of ideas and beliefs about the life. d) where scientific research is carried out