Short Chorus Line Poems
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Times really have changed
Since being a young lad unrestrained
Was the star
Favorite by far
Nine older sisters our own chorus line
A gallant moon extends gold fingers to me on the dance floor
as I slip my legs into the chorus line of tall, green grass with ease.
Like a spiraling leaf, I’m free until eyes freeze upon his tracks.
dogs danced the dance
dressed as if in France
with mustard bras
legs gave me pause
did I have a chance?
A fork I did pick up
thinking I might sup
on this chorus line
fancy and fine
procuring winners cup
Looking for questions no one has asked
Creating symphonies from the pauses
Letters tip toe to the front
to join the chorus line
From the darkness
huddled over
trying to protect the light
that burns itself away
Striving to be naive
Making belief believe
Just imagine
cause that's all i do
equidistance is hard to achieve
yet Rockettes did it for decades with ease
in matching outfits, each one was a star
kicking those legs up extremely far
with huge headdresses on their heads
dressed in blues, pinks, yellows and reds
a fabulous show every single time
mind-blowing beautiful dancing chorus line
Barely old enough to be in this place
Urban-savvy, aware, not overly friendly
Reasonably pretty, ravishing in some ways
Life has given her hard choices
Enthusiastic in the chorus line
She would love to be the headliner
Queen Dee would have much to say about this
Understudies here have horrible accidents
Expect no one to be honest about this
Witness the folly of the yammering crowd
Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud
Spitting out syllables the live long day
With nothing to show and nothing to say
A chorus line of mechanical mouths
A bevy of bores from the north to the south
Wherever you go they're standing beside us
Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis
Cats
the longest running musical on Broadway
the one that knocked A Chorus Line out of first place
After it had been the King of the Musicals for a long time
Cats
a musical my husband thought was boring
He walked out of it before the second act
Cats
a musical I always wanted to see
I watched for fifteen minutes on TV
before I also walked out
Merry was the prettiest M that ever could be
She was swirly and floral, a gorgeous sight to see
We tried to compliment her, but she did not hear
She was unassuming and modest, a melodious dear
She could carry a tune, marvelously melodic and fine.
Many merrymaking suiters stood next to her in a chorus line.
Each wanted attention, because Merry was totally lovely.
She was truly the prettiest M that ever could be.
Froggy bottom chorus line was jazzy and smart
They obeyed with rhythm, they bogeyed with heart
They brought their dance routine to a whole new art
Choreography of their steps, courtesy of leader, McLart
This boggy chorus line danced nearly off the chart
Every one of them, even smart little missy Tart.
I was mesmerized said my dour cousin Bill Bart.
Best of all was when the whole line began to belch and fart.
Scaring flies who did not know which way to dart
If I was
The Mons Lisa
Having every day to awaken
Unto a seemingly endless chorus line of
critic's
Displayed as a center piece of art
adorned on a museum wall
Listening to each and everyone of them
Wish in some small part to sum the
essence of her being up
By simply believing what is perceived at
first to be a Smile
May just as easily in fact not be
A Smile after all
We only see what we want to see
The rest our minds block out
The puppet theater was enchanted, we all knew it too.
Weird bleating goats and dancing sheep knew what to do.
Yodeling chickens and roosters danced in a fancy chorus line.
We could watch these antics at any time, and it was fine!
The puppet theater had been created by a magical man.
He had wizardly ways. I think his name was Devilish Dan.
He parked this enchanted theater up high on a meadow’s hill.
Soulful laughing and singing can be heard from this theater still.
The cats were marching. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their claws a’clicking. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Their mouths were meowing. Mew. Mew. Mew.
He counted, there were seventy-two.
They formed a chorus line of course.
One came out naked riding a horse.
They began eating. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
These cats were sure a lively bunch!
The show was active and fun to watch.
Those leg kicks of theirs were hot. hot. hot.
Those cats were sensuous, sexy too.
This cat dream my cat Shark’s waterloo!
Creation’s Crust
Performing - a chorus line – life dancing
the golden haired seductress saunters past
temptress – pheromonally enhancing –
sweet aura that descends as breezes pass,
the innate scent of instinct’s net is cast.
Mock battles that decide a species fate
feathered prance seeking egos to deflate
survival of the fittest will ensure
that seasons are fulfilled and then abate -
the struggle of creation thus endure.
John G. Lawless
1/12/2015
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