Weaving shade, nuance, deft subtle plots,
Leaving wry joke, ink commas, dots
dreams on script unfold, imbued with life,
schemes and clued-in darting figures now rife.
Taunting twist and turn in tale, pivot point,
teasing lavish scene, a buttressed hinged-joint,
matters key, core, glib, lax in broad domain,
scatters glee, sound hint, deep echo’s gold chain
Display onstage rapt passion swept a coup,
convey snap gemstone verse devoid of cue,
author duty bound might accent focus,
daughter birthing play has heart light locus.
Rounds of earnest clapping greet bold set piece,
grounds for earthquake valour a bright life lease,
bowing to staunch flock who treasure art form,
wowing maestro coterie, vast novel norm
The Summer Arts Intensive,*
Just in session for a week,
Put on a concert which was both
Amazing and unique.
The students, playing instruments
From brass and winds to strings
Or vocals, had the chance to shine
And test their new-found wings.
My grandson, one of the trombonists
In the group for jazz,
Performed with lots of confidence
And plenty of pizzazz.
Eight various ensembles
Got to show what they could do,
Their joy onstage (and those of the
Instructors) there on view.
To hear the music that they made,
With so much drive and skill,
Was proof such opportunity
Provides the means to thrill.
For, much as we, the audience,
Felt delight we could not hide,
The faces of the ones on stage
Revealed their hard-won pride.
*Held at the Conservatory of Music
at Purchase College of New York
MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
Improperly furnished with words alike the proper onstage guffawed and remarked, slighted and sent ribbons for acts that blanket at dusk with the manuscript rack, heaving against the pages like a concubine the throes of these pages batches of wine, like those that are deleterious these are cursed the same but they struck from their pages, the unequal dim range.
Q: What would Roy Rogers have been called if he had been a singing farmer?
A: King of the Plowboys.
Q: In the Beowulf saga, who was a male child of the hag Grendel?
A: A real sonofawitch.
Q: What's the slogan for an ad campaign for a certain fabric in Copenhagen?
A: "Something is cotton in the state of Denmark".
Q: What is fear of joining a fitness club?
A: Gymtimidation.
Q: When she worked onstage in a comedy, what could actress Elaine do for an audience?
A: Keep it in Stritches.
Q: What might you call the LGBT version of the glass slipper story?
A: "Transgenderella".
Q: Also for theatre and film buffs--What would you call public transportation in a ghost town?
A: A streetcar named Bizarre.
Q: Why did the man tell the 911 operator to please send help quickly when his spouse appeared to be choking?
A: It was a matter of wife or death.
Q: What is someone who hitchhikes across the country studying different dialects?
A: A roads scholar.
Q: How did the Glasgow "Evening Times" reporter headline the story of the party boat that sank after hitting an iceberg?
A: Scots on the rocks!
In my deepest fantasies
I am onstage singing with Glenn Hughes
We are doing the Deep Purple songs together
Both playing bass
The crowd is cheering and yelling
Giving us all their love
And then it’s time for the bass solo
Glenn points to me and says go!
I shred the strings and bring the o-bass to life
Nothing could be finer
Then I awaken
To see it was all just a dream
It hits my nose
Vanilla rose
An onyx ring
Wow, can she sing!
This bluebird fair
With long brown hair
And gorgeous eyes
Yeah, butterflies
The brightest smile
Seen from a mile
Her very essence
Onstage presence
In denim, dresses
She impresses
Clicks and cues
And comfy shoes
Boots at times
The stuff of rhymes
Ok, I'll stop
I've said alot
But there's much more
I hold in store
The nth degree...
Believe you me
it would be a last request, before the gallows
like baloo sings it
i'm being led there, the narrow path between the
faces of the people
my hands tied behind my back
the rope taut against the skin
and i'm going,
de-zop-ba-ronie
hap-da-dee-ba-lat
da-dat-dat-non
hey, a-baby-dot-doo
zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
za-bop-bop-bobby
we arrive
i turn to the hooded executioner.
'take me home, daddy.'
I love you little Bluebird
Of that you can be sure
And of and all about you
I want to know much more
Referring not to physical
I love the who you are
Pardner, soul mate, perfect match
In those you're my rock star
I know this may sound simple
It's certainly not deep
But I send kisses every night
Before I go to sleep
I dream of us together
All things with you engage
Of quiet weekends writing songs
Then crushing them onstage
I also play that silly game
She loves me, loves me not
I just make sure the flower petals
Always number odd
I never understood when told
How love could be so grand
But then you sang into my life
Now I understand
Come home soon, I miss you much
I long for you, to feel your touch
Inside my heart, with you engage
When standing side by side onstage
I glance real quick to watch you sing
You're in my ears, I'm listening
To only you, your voice so sweet
You're all I want to hear, repeat :II
Encore
David J Walker
The Straight-Line life will
find a way to wind
its way in time
Save the savings they say
for a future day
Save the savings for
play days and dates in a future
unsecured
I am the today onstage
there will be no encore
and therefor
No tomorrow
No yesterday
Never so scared
Chains on my chest
Can't hear me
Help
Help
I am exposed
I will be hurt
So obvious
So vulnerable
Panicking
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
One hour twenty minutes left
Please help
Please help
I'm stuck
I need my binder
I left it at home
I love to give you presents
Let me buy you things
I know your taste in clothing
Necklaces and rings
Nothing too expensive
That's for another time
Right now just little keepsakes
And lots and lots of rhymes
Don't look for any knockoffs
Just tell me what you want
I love to give you presents
You're not the type to vaunt
You have an innate beauty
You're gorgeous on your own
You're natural and candid
But when you dress full blown
You take my breath away from me
You're incredible to observe
Onstage a living dynamo
Contained but full of verve
I'd love to see you unconstrained
To watch you let it out
There's no one else who's quite like you
Of that I have noooo doubt
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
Stunning in a hot pink dress
Under spotlights, does impress
Elegance and fabric flow
Radiance and smile glow
Captivates this poet's heart
Compares to no one, set apart
From all others, style and grace
A natural, she sets the pace
And when onstage begins to sing
The walls in heaven start to ring
Resounding from angelic voice
No further contest, she's the choice
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