Pantomimes Poems | Examples

Surreal cartwheel sublime PANTomime time

No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..

Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his own homegrown perverse.. with only himself will converse..no fretting..go getting…record setting universe..

Now has outshone and outdone..shoves show pony Dhoni.. as the Indian man alright talisman with the gloves everybody loves with the most tons..holy moly..more three figures scores on England tours than the folklore of before..Sunny and Kohli..

Records splattered shattered..gallivanting Pant parade..cascade and cavalcade …flattered .. Rishab paddled..bowlers addled and raddled..skedaddled

Ignore any naysayer…prime sublime Pantomimes…haymaker…cocktail shaker…p**s taker…tik tok peacocker..run for fun maker…cool cat with the bat..almost indecent crimes..the Indian’s best test player and slayer of recent times..

Pleasure and pain in mime

Time there’s I can’t sleep,
Or not want to at odd times,
If I dwell nigh deep,
I’d find that it all well rhymes,
The duo in pantomimes!   

Pain lets me not sleep,
In pleasure I wish not to
In hope more to reap,
From me is taken a clue
If it shows red or green hue.

Take a friend or foe, 
Both may rob my sleep away—
Friend when parts to go,  
Foe when confronts in a fray,
Both robbing sleep in a way. 
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Tanka |09.01.2024| pain, pleasure

Seasons

He smells the passion and perfume,
the mild and manic moments
of a young love.

Here comes a ragged flight of crows;
he squints in the cold sunlight.
Blue shadows glimmer and glint.

He has a lover in mind;
a dead one,
the crows carry her memory to him.
The aroma of deep red wine,
silk stockings discarded
yet still writhing and tangling.
The clumsy sincerity
of sexual pantomimes,

Tipsy lipreading's of arousal
utter their naked words,
glimmers sculpture
tantric passions into recollection.

He wonders
did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the tidal musk,
the surfacing ebb and flow
the sense of it all?

Autumnal flares
restore a late warmth
to cooling images.
The long-lived
out run their dreams.

Ardor awakens once more
between scarlet lips.
It's a kindred, half-living
kind of being.

The seasoned
shelter such memories
under concealing crows feet,
or beneath
chameleon-lidded eyes.

City of Hearts and Home By the Bay

*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.

City of Hearts and Home by the Bay

Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.

2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21

*RZ & HMS.

Reasons and Rhymes

I've used up nearly all the primes of my life,
Heard all the whistles, bells, and chimes of my life,
And traced the seasons and the times of my life
Through the ambiances and climes of my life.
The squandered nickels and the dimes of my life,
The acts of goodness and the crimes of my life,
The dark despairs and bright sublimes of my life,
The loves, the laughs, the grimes, and slimes of my life,
The noisy words and pantomimes of my life
Make up the reasons and the rhymes of my life.

Author's note: This piece, dear readers, is, if you will, a sort of sequel to "The Seasons of My Life"

Child In a Quiver

Catholic education taught me all my Ps and Qs
 when nuns and priests coached a child's reluctant view,
in a  quandary  and a  quiver 
   to kneel up straight and perfectly perpendicular, 
amidst the gold and  platinum  rich cathedrals
  churches of quicksand-like quag pews medieval,
shaped for the prostrating prayerful penitent
   awaiting an offenders  penance  and its remnants,
in somber quiet of  quaint  old confessional tombs
  while incense burns a bitter scented  perfume ,
quintessentially questioning everything qued
  perpetuating a  quay  to conclude
when to sink or swim in perplexing quirky quotes
  of pseudo pallid pantomimes of forgiveness and hope,
when tranquil  poise  in prayer
  extolls the loss of childhood innocence repaired.




Using up those Ps and Qs with an added one or two.
Penance  Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
for the sponsor of contest Mind Your Ps and Qs
Michelle Faulkner
2/19/21

J F F - Justice For Floyd

J . F . F (Justice For Floyd)

This man was murdered by a white police man's knee,
placed on his neck and the whole world could see
while he pleaded, and wasn't even resisting arrest
but was forcefully put to rest
after he kept saying "I can't breathe" many times.
And we watched helplessly gesturing, pantomimes!
This is unacceptable and disgusting,
annoying, irritating and infuriating.
I'm tired, tired of posting Rest In Peace
when we should all be living in bliss.
Government, no more excuses, no more silence.
This must definitely stop now!
Doesn't matter if the deceased is not from your town.
Justice will not be served if those who are unaffected
are not as outraged as those who are affected.
Let's stand-up for justice in solidarity & not scatter
cos black lives, as much as all lives, matter!

Dedicated to: George Floyd who was murdered by Minnesota police Derek Chauvin, on the scene of arrest in front of a store, Minnesota, United States.

VickWizzy.
Form: Rhymes.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 26th, 2020.
#Memorial #RIP #justiceforfloyd?? #jff #blacklivesmatter????? #letyourvoicecount

The Last Voice

They closed my mother's casket
to be buried next to Dad today.

The crowd  that came to honor her
began to walk away.

Nothing left but tiny breeze 
a cold and lonely final stare,

and I her dear beloved son 
just standing there,

just standing there.

I'm left with only shadows
and whispers in my mind,

as though it never happened
a stage of pantomimes.

A faded mist uncaptured
has evaporated all too quick,

like fruit attacked by fire blight
and I the striving stick.

Thought to be a stone at last
is now a simple ball of clay,

the meaning of my life 
now washed away.

Washed away.

What now I sigh with fading eyes
I search for new beginnings,

but deep inside the voice will chide
Thus begins the ending.

Thus begins the ending.

If I Could Be In a Pantomime

A long running pantomime was coming to an end of its successful showing. Once more one of the radio DJs asked if anyone had appeared in a pantomime. Then she asked if anyone wanted to appear in one, and if they did, what character would they like to be. The DJ had herself appeared in several pantomimes apparently and once she was Dick Whittington. I can never understand why ladies play boys parts, and men play women’s parts in pantomimes but it’s all good fun, isn’t it? I sent her this poem on her Facebook page.

If I could be in a pantomime
By The new mad Author

29-1-16 
If I could be in a pantomime.
I’d be Dick Whittington’s cat.
Because I’d be covered up.
So not be recognised as that.

There is another reason.
I expect you know.
As would get lots of praise.
From that Dick Whittington you know.

Of course I would purr a lot.
If a certain Dick Whittington I had got.
The name I’m not allowed to tell.
Glad I did not choose William Tell.

A Purr-fect poem got not a whisker of a reply Me-ow.

Checkerboard of Black and White

Flies in the dark black as night
Cloak waving like wings… such a fright
It gives all the people, who are watching close by
Leering face makes children cry.

Always an angel with wings of pure white
Nearby….. waiting to put all things right
To wave a magic wand with a gentle smile
Making people smile again…. for awhile

Life is like that, shades of black and white
Days of depression cannot see the light.
Along comes someone who with a smile
Lightens your load…. Just for a while.

So the pantomimes at Christmas really reflect life
Stories from long ago so very lifelike
Dark followed by light happens in all of our lives
Like a checkerboard of black and white strife


Penned 15/2/2017

The Punch and Judy Show

How big you seemed, how bright your stage
how loud and funny, in my little boy's eyes 
you were larger than everyone else's life,
even a lifetime later, your memory still is

Those amazing vaudeville routines, with new
command performances for each gathering, 
were rehearsed in daily kitchen pantomimes
while we children sat in wide eyed awe

An Irish version of the Honeymooners,  
so funny that you didn't need Art Carney
so real that sometimes, I held my breath
....to the moon, McGinty, to the moon!

He would bellow and I would nervously ask,
is she really going to the moon, Mommy?
Then they'd be off on another rollicking
road in the evening's riotous repertoire 

The quieter types would roll their eyes
when the curtains would part on Act 1
while everyone else laughed and wished
that they could be just like you two

To the moon, McGinty, to the moon....

The End of Days

"......Prophecy......."
_____________________


Revelations....

Tears are red

Hearts are blue

A pantheon 

Pantomimes

Paradigms

For, me and you

Metaphores....

On distant shores

Approaching

Soon ~

Marching bands

Dripping hands

Warriors

Beyond 

Your view....

Tears are red

Hearts 

Their blue

Melting stars

This, bursting moon

Pantomimes

Panoramic signs....

Paradigms

Foretold times

Prophecies

Coming 

True ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The `End of Days!?

Words

Rolling tides where the dolphins chase sharks
holler rather than hark, we blew words

Cowboys round horses in dusty bowls
Their souls speak much but utter few words

Preach forgiveness, shame ungratefulness
But their hatefulness spews no true words

Swallow your pride, the tales you sung
Lies on your tongue, these hard to chew words

I've run out of plays and pantomimes;
Old metaphors and rhymes, find new words

"......!Prophecy?......."

Revelations....

Tears are red

Hearts are blue

A pantheon

Pantomimes

Paradigms

For, me and "You."

Metaphores....

On distant shores

Approaching

Soon ~

Marching bands

Dripping hands

Warriors

Beyond

Your view....

Tears are red

Hearts

Their blue

Melting stars

This, bursting moon

Pantomimes

Panoramic signs....

Paradigms

Foretold times

Prophecies

Coming

True ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The end of days!?






Note: Smile ~ Repo
from Winter of 06' ~
"'Love,' John!:) ~ Ps.
"Happy New Year!?"

A Thankful Life

Time to think, a pondering, non action's prime.

Thank you Life for the always affirmative actions of folks with intent sublime.
~Thank you for the good intentions of the pure pacifist’s present lifetimes. 
~~Thank you for their prayers, non action relates richly random over time.

Thank you Heaven, they do not “Jump the Gun” an early expression, excerpt, crime.
~Thank you, this daft, deadly, denotation, fails; this mantra of sometimes.
~~Thank you, when the furious, fractious, fall in actions error aforetime.

Thank you Mother when waiting wonder, goes slowly, prayerful to Prime.
~Thank you Father as in action, breathe, beauty, brevity, pantomimes. 
~~Thank you All for the smiling, simpe, shining, days of springtime.

Thank You when the hate and horror heals and with the end of wartime.
~Thank You with the creation of many more merciful pastimes.
Enrich our earth journey with patience, prudence, providence, sublime.

Praise the people of peace for all of time.

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