Theater Poems

At the Beacon Theater

Went to a concert last night, across town,
To see an old favorite of mine, Jackson Browne.
We slogged through a downpour of thunder and rain,
Where the opening song had a “deluge” refrain.*

The show was amazing; the singing so fine
That years fell away with each lyrical line.
The fans were enamored; we clapped and we cheered
As our younger

Regional Theater

Living in New York, I see
A lot of Broadway shows
And most of them have stars on stage
That everybody knows.

Yet often in the lesser roles
Are actors out to make
The audience acknowledge them – 
To earn that hoped-for break.

In local theaters, all the cast
Performs from that same place,
While dreaming that the world will know
Their name or voice

Theater Of life

Theater Of Life

We met as strangers stranded in the park,
Lonely as the night -
Wandering in wonder, will the train surface?
1:35am she thought to provide me warmth 
Open arms, I drowned beneath her chest.

We sang, imitating the birds in the far away forest,
The wind sang along in uniformity, blended we thought!
Utopia was now newly found home,

Gate

It was a late night of the lively day,                                    When I returned from the dance theater,    

Streaming live

cities bubbling with their stories
life playing out with all its drama
characters come and go
behind every curtain falls a hero
at other times a villain

the city recycles bit parts for show biz
in one continuous stage production



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The theater at the end of the world

The red curtains lift and the day begins  
The sun steps up, introducing herself 
Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly 
a whispering wind enters 
declaring that the world is ending today 

In this abandoned theatre 
The last place humans are 
We sit enjoying the play
with a glorious farewell performance 
from

Summer Dawn Theater

Summer Dawn Theatre
                               

                     

Ayodele Casel at the Joyce Theater

Of all the types of dance there are
Across a world-wide map,
My very favorite one, by far,
Is any type of tap.

There’s something ‘bout those quick short moves
With that staccato sound
That gets me into happy grooves
When tap shoes are around.

Today we saw the final show
Of a two week tap dance run.
The joy on stage produced a glow
Which

thee a-tear theater

she be...
my mona lisa 
center of real-at-tea...

as the core in my cup...
the space-time
i see...


len

You are a treasure, sitting in the empty theater, under lights slowly dimming

You are a treasure, sitting in the empty theater, under lights slowly dimming,
You wait for the screen to gather dust and for rust to settle,
The plays are woven from the hands of talents, just for your curious eyes,
Shimmering dresses and perfect scenes crafted for your sincere approval.
"Madam, are you happy?" they ask after every happy

In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn

In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn,  
The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises.  
The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody,  
Executing every command

Minds Over Matter Theater

The curtains drawn the room very gloomy
the stage free of debris and finally the 
music plays at first it seems like I'm 
dreaming my spouse his lover the mouse 
I'm conducting this play as the velvet day
moves the shadowy figures about for I am
the mistro the ushers are a no show the crowd
began to beg

Nature's Mimes

I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for long been a passion,
Which left contemporary audiences happy, like hued rainbow's lovely sections.

The art had ever fascinated me, being able

Black People in Entertainment

When we watch movies from the 1930s, 1940s, and1950s and into the 1960's and see black americans mostly playing domestic servants I am offended by it, by the lack of opportunity they had, the lack of freedom they had to choose the roles they wanted to play. 
There is no better example than in the

Riveting Romeo

I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping Beauty crimson butterflies, on a first flight to sweet enrichment.

I admired the other actors of my troupe, since we worked

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