Short Centre Stage Poems

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer there....

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Fluid in her motion 
she graces centre stage 
stars shine in your eyes...

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nodes that awake
celebrate centre stage
others join the chorus

today it’s the tip of the nose 
dancing in the moonlight
cheered by an audience of one...

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That conniving bird Tweety Pie
Hoodwinked me and told me a lie
Said I’d take centre stage
If I crept in his cage
Imprisoned, I’m here till I die!
...

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There's fireworks in the sky
on this midsummers night.
Fiery paintings on blue canvas 
mirror a poets words upon his page. 
Crescendo brings on the dusk, 
that preludes the moonlight.
It cues the stars to enter,
and bring their show to centre stage....

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Little girl in striped tutu
Standing out in the crowd
Little girl in sparkles
Whose Mom is so proud
Don’t be too eager
To take centre stage
When they flatter and tell you
You’ll be all the rage
Remember fame is fleeting
And youth is soon spent
Your child hood is precious
It’s a gift from God sent....

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The dance declined, mind games futile
We prefer vibrant bliss
Our childlike heart is free from guile
Fullness, nothing amiss

We’ve turned now, a new page 
Soul stands at centre stage 
As love fires within rage

Armchair reclined
The dance declined

14-May-2022
Quietus ...

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Pride of Place

On high his picture takes centre stage
He speaks to the room how his eyes do engage
Tall and proud and weathered with age
How I wish it were a book so I could turn the page

To know what lay beyond that moment in time
Of that man so intriguing and still in his prime
If he just could but out of that picture climb
He could tell me his story and oh how sublime...

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Desire for applause
soon becomes the cause
of needless bondage,
affirms this adage.

Poets forge from fire,
with the void conspire,
to emote a rhythm,
of words in a prism.

Ego does upstage,
seeking centre-stage,
making a circus
of poem's purpose.

Let the music play
by night and by day,
for we have let go,
seeking no echo.

31-August-2022...

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The mighty oak
   Wears its crown
   Of acorns with pride
   Giving life
   To the wood

   It takes centre stage 
   soaring high 
   Spreading its benevolent
   Reign outwards


   Robin and blackbird 
   Sing praises
   From its outstretched arms
   Laden with hungry chicks
   Snug in their nests


   Butterflies dance
   In dappled shade
   Squirrels scramble skyward
   Woodpeckers tap out
   S-a-n-c-t-u-a-r-y...

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Addicted not to drink or drugs it's more than that. 
My addiction is simple .
Some might understand. 
Others would wash their hands.
I love to write to put the reader on the centre stage.
Let them feel the words .
Emotions lows and highs.
That tingle between the thighs.
Erotic not porn letting my words reach those who read. 
Addiction is may be the wrong word.
Passion and love.
That in every line.
Welcome .
Enjoy your time....

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Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.

Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.

Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.

Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green....

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Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.

Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.

Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.

Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green....

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Offerings we hold on to,
in time become egoic glue
and thus suspect are desires,
chasing dreams ego aspires.

Ego’s but an interface,
letting memory retrace
fond longings holding appeal,
rekindled with zest and zeal.

Conjuring thus, our life script,
our soul’s light now derelict,
we prolong our agony,
bemused by pain’s symphony.

To know the truth, clear as day,
cessation then is the way,
bringing soul’s light centre stage,
signalling we’ve come of age....

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Splinters of unheld memory
Swirling in a tsunami of letters
and hidden shames
Chessboards with whites replaced with space
Creatures formed without a face
touch replacing taste
magic with wonder
taking centre stage
Smurfs with white bruises
Chairs without base
Aliens reaching hands across the universe
and moons and planets race
Lying in the grass
as i crowd surf over loving blades
or would the darkness
take its place
and simmer in the lights embrace
fearful of its final disgrace...

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Splinters of unheld memory
Swirling in a tsunami of letters
and hidden shames
Chessboards with whites replaced with space
Creatures formed without a face
touch replacing taste
magic with wonder
taking centre stage
Smurfs with white bruises
Chairs without base
Aliens reaching hands across the universe
and moons and planets race
Lying in the grass
as i crowd surf over loving blades
or would the darkness
take its place
and simmer in the lights embrace
fearful of its final disgrace...

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