Short Rehearsing Poems
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A one-legged lad from Maverick
Spent years rehearsing his rhetoric
This aesthetic athletic
Proved profoundly poetic
His lyrical soup wins plethoric
Whimsical beauties dancing, interlace their lives together.
Choreographing, rehearsing, and dieting collectively,
All so they can delight and entertain audiences with skill.
little chick peeks out under mother's wing
in awe of what this day will bring
proudly rehearsing a new song to sing
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
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3/2/22
Sometimes we view ourselves
As victims of our circumstances,
Because we haven't stopped rehearsing the past;
This often causes our thoughts to take us to gates
For which we'll never earn the right to enter.
Auditioning for life,
a one-act play
Rehearsing my part,
to leave or to stay
The audience waiting,
the stage has been set
Opening night,
my birth or my death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
God believes in term limits –
no surprise, Congress does not;
The soul responds immediately
to truth – while policy requires
endless debating...
Good needs no rehearsing –
unlike evil, always heavily
scripted and eternally
contracted....
the tortoise taught us
how to peel and prepare potatoes
as the llama was alarmed
singing la la songs with her ma
the horse became hoarse
rehearsing his shouting at the hearse
as the hyena had a hernia
hiding heinously in the honey jar
hopefulness lessons
desire decreases
lack of willingness rises
creating a scene of great
indifference to come upon the
screen of the mind's eye
re-playing the past
re-playing the present
rehearsing for the future
standing upon the stage of life
Drugs are nasty, drugs are bad,
Rage consumes you and makes you mad.
Using drugs is unhealthy,
Getting high don’t make you wealthy.
Family and friends keep me clean,
Rehearsing that, before my teens.
Education is the treasure,
Encouraging us, to stay fresher.
Rehearsing through a starless night
Tangled limbs among silky threads
Silver heat of comet's flight
Blushing pink of dawn's sky
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For Nette's Contest "The Passion of a Jue Ju"
7/27/14
By Carrie Richards
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Only you can make me smile Cheek to Cheek.
CQ CQ Hello Dolly are you receiving me?
Now I have been rehearsing thoughts of Georgia my love.
I got Georgia on my Mind and A Kiss to Build a Dream on
What a Wonderful World would look like 10 year from now?
Louis Armstrong will you be my best man?
I hold back
hiding the gifts I've been given
the curtain opens
but the stage is empty
a hushed audience awaits
but this play has no act
just lots of rehearsing
now actor-less
no applause
no flowers
no bows
I've always held out
not letting go
watching others perform
imagining me
You went to your universities
rehearsing your autobiographies
and
we are still as different as
chalk and cheese
I suppose you'll know
a chemical symbol
for those,
but
I wrote the writing to spend one more night in
her arms,
she left the light on to write me a love song
and
you don't need a degree for that.
We live amongst ourselves in recognition
memorialized for our distinct deeds rendered
It is here that we witness ourselves flourish
as our aged reflections are kept pristine
Rehearsing our roles to absolute perfection
awaiting for this progressive saga to be told
As we are the revered immortals here...
never to be forgiven
You are adept at burrowing and slithering.
Fight your way through the mud, bungling, and spilling.
Plunged into the insides of the rind and outer casing.
The further you lead, beyond troublesome it is becoming.
Thinking over this is compulsatory rehearsing.
Assumptions might be thwarted by the finding.
Listen to poem:
Gardens of Regrets
David J Walker
Here is how we thrive on grief
Grown in gardens of regrets
just beyond a pale belief
Preserving how one forgets
Rehearsing erstwhile
tactile threats
Here is how we thrive on life
And laugh at epithets in rune
And dance a thunderstorms delight
A summers night enbibed in June
Perceiving fractal
Cursive cume
Rehearsing each sunrise,
willing better into
being with you on a
Sunday, without regret.
In truth, nothing ever
proceeds as imagined.
Acceptable, this
existence in mere
fragments of blissful
and none approaching
the freedom of whole.
In every curve
of every word
I feel the pull
of away, and
still farther
while reaching
in vain for
that which
has since
left
True
Golden
Is the light given to write
The words that lovingly depart
Gleaned from the collection of moments
Watching the dance of life on a limitless silent stage
While the multitude of days fold in-between
A ream of poems on blank paper sheets
Rehearsing years of storied elegies
That churn and spill upon a new
Light of understanding
Recounting hope
Enlightenment
Wisdom
Love
It was a day when my river met
your waterfall, it’s been good
like new year’s eve
one moment after.
There are whole unearthed days,
days legendary for their reincarnated
ghost of a chance.
Some are still rehearsing their
‘what ifs’
and other misplaced wishes.
It was a day when your life
changed to mine.
Sometimes I forget myself,
but you are my day & tomorrow clock.
You chime in my heart.
I secured my car with Yale lock and key,
And merrily sauntered up the hotel lobby,
stuck my tongue out with a smile obscene,
I was rehearsing my role to play Mr. Bean!
The suit was perfect and so was the walk,
I gargled my words as Mr. Bean would talk,
laughter was stolen by an old lady, who imitated the Queen and winked at me!
18/06/2020
Contest: It is only make belief
Sponsor Regina Riddle
The man in the elevator
is the reticent straggler
forced to collapse his personal space bubble
to avoid the stairs and cop the stares
of strangers beyond their circle of care
holding their breath
avoiding eye-to-eye contact/
A nod, a wink, is all they get
on this stage where the actors all face out
rehearsing as the lift doors open and close on each floor,
hoping the prompter has forgotten their lines.
before the music
started playing
i should have
asked if you
wanted to
join me
on
the dance floor
because before
i could ask
some one
else asked
you the
same
question i had been
rehearsing even
the night before
and he was
wearing a
plaid look
ing like a
dinner table's
table cover
and you
must of
said of
course
because
before
me you
two were
dancing
the carpet
off of the
dance floor
Form:
James Horn
He will be here tomorrow at 1030 to check out my shower.
Jim
4:03 PM (2 hours ago)
Patricia A Sullivan
6:10 PM (15 minutes ago)
to me
He's a great guy tell him his Riversea Mom sends her love?
Pat
Sent from my iPad
James Horn
6:27 PM (0 minutes ago)
to Patricia
Don't have his email address but will tell him in person.
I better start rehearsing.
Jim
Form:
How I long to see the sunrise,
How I thirst for the ocean.
My feet weary,
My eyes tired,
My soul weakens.
Oh mother nature!
Once so kind to me,
When you bore me
Upon thee earth
No better place,
No better haven.
Sweet melodies,
Cheerful laughter,
Children playing,
Steel band rehearsing.
Trinidad the place of my birth
Childhood memories
That cannot be erased
Friendship formed,
Bonds unbroken,
Time frozen.
MOONLIGHTING
swaddled by the stars,
moonlight swaying.
obeying sandswept eyes
and yawns of sleep.
dreams appearing
in seraphic shadows,
lighting up the inner room —
anamnesis of sunlight breadth.
drilling of the hands
and feet in repetition —
knitting needles syncing, lips
rehearsing the alphabet.
dot to dot of neuron hours
handsomely pieced
in gigantic looms. pillow
cosseting psychic depth.
5/13/2018