Short Performances Poems
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Spring is the best time to play.
Outstanding performances don't go unnoticed.
Cards are used for warnings or send-offs.
Creativity is a key role.
Everyone participates on or off the field.
Referees are important.
Acoustic Beauty.
Creatively Dazzles Every Friend.
Glenn Hughes Is Joyously Kind.
Laughter Must Now Open Performances.
Quietness Renders Soft Tenderness.
Until Violins Whisper Xylophone Yellow Zest
The performances gone,
just memory survives
A spirit most willing,
whose body still tries
All motion much slower,
directed regret
Intention unwavered
—times ravage beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The performances gone,
all memory survives
A spirit most willing,
whose body still tries
All motion much slower,
directed regret
Intention unwavered,
—times ravage beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
This idol, this man holds a place in my heart.
He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start.
He played as a king of a goblin land.
Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand.
David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.
Life’s a performance,
The world is a stage,
There is no script to follow,
Not even the ghost of a page,
You can play an important part,
No matter what your age, You can be an author,
An actor, a director too,
The role you take And what you do with it,
Well – That is up to you …
Love meets us where we are
and sees through
Our disguises
Our guises
Our performances
Our nuances
Our expectations
Our innovations
Our convictions
Our contradictions
Our excellencies
Our inconsistencies
Love greets us where we are
Sees right through us
and does not run away
Westport Winter
Dull
same as outside
costly lamps are lit
while we waited
they leave with bags
tepid lipstick'd
cups, coffee stained
saucer dereliction
They'll fetch cars
before tickets run out
raining now
a gauze curtain
to make headlights dance
like Salome
Performances
outside Maddens bar
and rain tick-tocks a rhythm
on umbrella's
I fell in love with her sorrows.
We shared a mail-box for wordless hungers.
Passion maimed us,
even I shed tears, sensing
a Puccini last act approaching.
She read herself in my face.
I gave her news;
long-range forecasts
of more disappointments to come.
Lastly she phoned her mom;
she alone on that stage
she had erected for all such
one act
theatrical performances.
there was once a girl named Claire
host waltz on tv as dare
she was founded by fox
lots watch the game on box
now she's just prancing on-air
This Limerick is about the year 1976 rendition of the last waltz film featuring concert performances.
4TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 31, 2022
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Just 5 yards short on that last touch down pass
And all I am left feeling
Is a tired old body lurching and creaking
Stalling for time on the rumor mill leaking
The fans have even begun speaking
That this maybe should be my final season
Unfortunately my performances being the reason
BUT
Who is willing to tell
Cinderella at her Prom
You are no longer the fairest of them all
Refer to the monitor on the wall
Turin, Italy the
Home of the athletes, 2006
Extreme performances,
Wipeouts are
Immiment,
Nation against nation,
Timing is everything,
Excelling to the challenge,
Rallying behind their own ,
Only the best,
Legends they will become,
Years of training and preparation,
Medals of gold, silver, bronze on
Podiums wait, embedded
In memories forever,
Congratulations to all the
Stars of the Winter Olympics!
A male performer being a Pop Music Star
From start to finish
This is what makes a Popcorn Man distinguished
There’s more
A Male Pop Star can take music to different levels in the lows and high’s
Popcorn quality entertainment
Flavor of attire
Performances that never seem to expire
Music lives on
Tone and rhythm
Talent of its own
Full Blown
Popcorn Man that has arrived and never depart
A true stand alone
Mother is for the love and care between parent and child
O is for outstanding performances
T is for time spent together
H is for happiness shared
E is for each and everyday with another
R is for the reality of friendship
'S is for satisfactory results
D is for daytime hobbies
A is for authentic days at home with the children
Y is for good memories of yesterday
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic
The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic
My view; is vantage, a little island on pillars, so historic
Gotham the east connection; of an oasis oh so prolaphoric
The horse shoe; welcomes performances theatric
Paths of endless connections; made by cobblestone brick
A Metropolis candle; burning at both ends of the wick
Melting pots of humanity; formed, a narrow wax stick
The world lost a talented actor one year ago today.
After being on Earth for almost 83 years, he passed away.
He starred in 'Keeping Up Appearances' and 'The Old Guys'.
People also loved his performances in '1990' and 'Pack of Lies'.
He also entertained us when he starred in 'Othello' and 'Born and Bred'.
His entire fanbase has grieved for 365 days because he is dead.
(Dedicated to Clive Swift who died one year ago today on February 1, 2019.)
The cacophony heightens my spirit.
The sounds imprint my morning senses.
Today is bountiful with sizes, shapes, and hues.
I gaze across the garden and hear the colors
As if the birds were flowers, swinging on the vine.
For the love of birds, I share my morning hours
On the deck with tea in hand and journal nearby.
Not all days is the symphony so clear,
And never is it the same.
Blessed am I to be invited to the Conductor’s live performances.
This fine lady was both beautiful and funny.
What a rare combination for an actress to see.
We will always remember her for "Young Frankenstein" and "Tootsie".
Many other performances increased her popularity.
Teri became encumbered with multiple sclerosis, unfortunately.
This ended her life very recently.
However, Teri's screen performances gave her immortality.
Teri Garr
(1945-2024)
from a news story found on aol.com
Where pain is hidden
Where tears are suppressed
Where one can escape misery and suffering
Where a mythical character comes to life
Born
Creates a life of its own
One's authentic reality hidden
Sealed
Morphed into the Character
The mask is worn
A disguise
Roles are played
Dramatic performances along with showmanship
Falsehoods arise
A superficial smile explodes
Life can certainly be a stage
Only behind the mask dwells truth
Attentively
The evening's rain
To the east constellation
Melodies merged and grew
violent
Indignantly
A mellower noticed
Soothing song
Blindly improvising
Gods summoned music
A ballad of his projected time
Spotlight
Aesthetic potential and
sympathetic
Too enticed to hear
A showing
Bright musical performances
Through the drizzle, with eyes
He qualified his love for reality
The soulful voices sounded like
a poem
Instrument of the beholder
Watching the Olympics,
Streaming live or on TV,
Is quite thrilling and amazing,
All that it’s supposed to be.
The stories and performances
Are poignant and exciting;
The ceremonies and the medals
Psyching and uniting.
Despite the talk of Zika
And the crime on Rio’s streets,
The competition’s given us
Some television treats.
So play on, all you athletes;
We’re in awe of what you do
And are grateful that what you achieve
Is there for us to view.
Beads are flying in her chiffon gown
Elegant she is, this Persian beauty
Light, lithe, luxuriously lovely
Limber and well-toned, magnificent to behold
Youthful exuberance keeps her whirling and dancing
Delighting the audience is her main goal
As usual, she tantalizes her share
Nightly performances do not wear her out
Curiously energetic, she retains excitement
Enthusiasm keeps her patrons on their toes
Returning to watch their favorite night after night
Daydreaming on a glorious green mountain hillside.
Dazzling Carolina Blue background, watching white cloud performances.
Strong wind blows, goodbye forever!
Daydreaming on a white sandy beach.
Dazzling ocean green background, watching waves come in and go out.
Sandcastles built, goodbye forever!
Choka:
On a green hillside,
Daydreams of cloud performances
A strong wind blows, Bye.
On white sandy beach,
Daydreams of watching waves splash.
Sandcastles gone, Bye.
To affirm a show has made it,
More than ticket sales, the proof
Can be found if it is parodied
And pops up in a spoof.
For it’s fun to poke some fun at
Those performances so big
All the audience will recognize
The actor and the gig.
It’s the price of fame and fortune,
For success bestows the right
To exaggerate one’s attributes
And take a mocking bite.
While the viewers grin, the targets
Of the spoof have the last laugh,
For the public still will clamber
To receive their autograph.
Transfixing with emotional content
and images too vivid to ignore,
it came to conquer Earth from inner space,
insidiously seeking to present
reflections of daily experience
and threatening to blast preconceptions
by simply revealing through printed words
at spoken venues, in popular songs,
and in theatrical performances
the true depth of the human condition.
Author's note: This is an original poetic form I call the CENTENCE. It is a one-hundred-syllable, blank-verse, single sentence.