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By George burn hing hard, I Shaw tried to be a stinking playwright

By George (burn hing* hard), I Shaw tried to be a stinking playwright

offers his unsolicited tidbits 
as scene courtesy 
the following virtually 
staged philosophical insight.

Arch back like 
a professional ballet dancer 
to stand out from other pedestrian applicants 
seeking to fill my well-worn shoes 
that fit my little feet.

Illuminate your soul 
via modest communication 
sans

Categories: playwright, adventure, appreciation, art, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

Playwright

A playwright crafts plays... right?
let's coin the word "poemwright"
it's understandable, at first sight
it'll catch on (well, it might!) :-D

Categories: playwright, encouraging, fun, poems, poetry,
Form: Quatrain

By George Burning Hard, I Shaw Tried To Playwright

By George (burning hard), I Shaw tried to playwright

offers his unsolicited tidbits 
as scene courtesy 
the following virtually 
staged philosophical insight.

Arch back like 
a professional ballet dancer 
to stand out from other pedestrian applicants 
seeking to fill my well-worn shoes 
that fit my little feet.

Illuminate your soul 
via modest communication 
sans toe tilly tubular sole

Categories: playwright, adventure, age, angel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Aristophanes: a Playwright I Adore

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic writer, 
When he had pen in hand, was a fighter
Politics and poetics: his precious topics
I know not politics, he loved but poetics

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic writer,
Clung this man to clouds I know tighter
For his Clouds disperse all our doubts 
But his Birds shroud my eyes with clouds 

Aristophanes, my favourite Attic

Categories: playwright, beauty, humor, smile,
Form: Clerihew

Tree At Coniston Priory

I saw your wet dog face emboldened as a Herald upon your missing limb.

His thick creases deeply lined between his nose, eyes and gaping mouth.

The creviced, cutting, contours ran a moist mist black on your thick fur.

I trace a finger in your dog's mouth and feel it's bark. Put both my palms round heavy jowls

Categories: playwright, beautiful, beauty, creation, earth,
Form: Free verse

Autobiography of a Playwright

I was once an actor,
But the lawyer came.
I was a fighter, too,
But the referee came.

They chased me throughout the forest.
They kidnapped me from the wilderness.
I was stripped to skin.
I faced death.

Now I am fenced
within the prison of helotry.
Now I cluster with the billions ---
Fenced within the prison of helotry.

Categories: playwright, fantasy, life, mystery, me,
Form: Verse

Playwright

What say you to a game of cards?
But, sir, how much better you are!

A game of chess, mayhap is bought?
Sir, you are witty, and beat you I'll not!

Then perhaps a turn about the hall?
Surely not, for I will fall!

How's your skill with arrow and bow?
I should tell you to lay low!

A sword, then, is your

Categories: playwright, love,
Form: Rhyme

Mr.Playwright

Dulcet electrical-guitars playing as I draw graffiti on the sky-line.

There’s more to me than converse shoes and
These lonely brown eyes. 

This force within me is,
Shaking-
Aching.
I am waiting to be written. 

I’ll be your masterpiece, and you can be my Playwright-
Dress me up in 
dramatic irony.
You can knock me out from 
setting to setting-
Be the cause

Categories: playwright, love, on writing and
Form: Free verse

Playwright of Life

There it is again the discomfort, not pain, no sickness.
Not physical anyway, but discomfort so indescribable,
Secured thoughts within my mind, no one knows.
Raging, jealous, implacable wishes unforgivable,
My mind constantly churning, desire of real reveling,
Caught in a whirlwind of constant upheaval of life,
Do others have these thoughts running about?
Do they crave the ending of this discomfort

Categories: playwright, confusion, depression, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse