Staged Poems - Poems about Staged

Despair sought a captive audience; Hope showed up instead with faith— Handing out flyers with grab bags Of treats of sweeting courage:- Remembrance was the opening act: Its recall was loaded with, “That’s A Fact!” The waterfall of the blood of memory fell: We’ve survived 400+ years of slavery; We’ve survived the hanging of strange fruits; We’ve survived the KKK’s bombing us; We’ve survived the...

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Trump action is staged never could have mind engaged making him enraged...

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Staged or Stagnant The gathering of people, from here and there, and everywhere, made possible by time. What is important to each person, yet more important to another, then the one that is waiting to hear? Silence is not possible, the sound of breathing alone... a storm of air and wind. Whispers turned to screaming, left...

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The morning quickly, the afternoon slows, the night stops... The morning feeds, the afternoon tasting, the night licks... The morning prepares, the afternoon portends the night falls asleep... In life there are scenes continuously staged... !...

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How powerful the thunderstorm that rocks the earth and lights the skies; beyond control, in mystic form, a battle staged before our eyes. Sandra M. Haight ~4th Place~ Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 6 Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden Judged: 01/27/2020 One stanza from my poem, "The Thunderstorm," posted on February 17, 2018 ...

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Each night I leave my blinds up just a bit A distance calculated to perfection I live for those mornings where the sun rises And blares suddenly through my window Drenching and kissing my sleepy face Flooding me with a swift deluge of gold magnificence So very still, I refuse to move a fraction of an inch It’s a most...

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Despair sought a captive audience; hope showed up instead. Faith handed out flyers; gave grab bags for free courage. Remembrance was the opening act; its recall loaded with “That’s A Fact!” The blood of memory flowed over: we’ve survived 400+ years of slavery. The blood of memory flowed over: we’ve survived the hanging of strange fruits. The blood of memory flowed over: we’ve survived KKK burnings. The...

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Woe Be Not Unto We In This New Staged Reality Despair sought a captive audience; Hope showed up instead. Faith handed out flyers. And She gave grab bags for free courage. Remembrance was the opening act; His recall loaded with ‘That’s A Fact!” The blood of memory flowed over: We’ve survived 400 years of slavery. The blood of memory flowed over: We’ve survived the hanging...

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Poetically fractured retractions gnashing night prayers, scribbling braille, written sideways dipped amid holy water retention, compromising statements of disbelief's proclamation spinning music the color of nakedly sick psycho, yet burnished souls keep on ticking half past total trade-offs in a...

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Is it novel, or the persona of writing a book Is it accomplishment, or the ability to brag and to strut Is it knowledge, or the prestige of having a degree Is it passion, or a fire blown out in the breeze Is it devotion, or the favors your hope seeks...

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After Midnight Musings - impromptu cleverly staged the way you are slinking in your trinket-ed skin oozing pure milk and manuka honey. cleverly staged the way you are slow as molasses a flaming lick of hot lava, the epitome of life's thirst- life's thirst for a mere droplet to be overcome by your charming ways the way you are cleverly staged....

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A staged presence, and we your crowd You, a strutting cockerel proud This but an act nearing the end We dull creatures suitably cowed Your voice a gentle thunder cloud Lights dimming over rows you've plowed Hide from the spotlight, lies avenged A staged presence Your recitations growing loud Frantic pacing, your will unbowed Lean on costars as their best fiend Disappear as curtains descend Face made...

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The cleansing heat of the midday sun Warms my soul The ladder proffered down to escape my hole I sit, we sit, they sit The aches take their toll...

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chrome reflects tanned hips... saliva on hungry lips beer from the stage drips...

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Another wave of whispers. met the vibe. Excited. What was wrong with people? did they realize, implications of something bad? One might have it, that translates to excitement. Found Poem: Kate Brian- Invitation only...

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