A drag queen caused quite a disruption
with her latest drag show production.
While she sang with aplomb,
the full show was a bomb.
That's why she's called Eva Destruction.
At the Elks Club, the men blow a gasket
when they see the act for the Grand Banquet.
Her singing is so fine
and her dance is divine.
She's a drag queen: Helena Handbasket.
Categories:
theatrics, humor,
Form: Limerick
Every time you turned your back,
I walked around to meet you face to face.
And all the times you said;
"I'll come by later"
I knew you wouldn't
But, I waited just in case.
For all the times you said I love you,
That warm embrace so sincere.
How often you must have rehearsed those lines while standing in your mirror.
Tell me, when did your emotions audition?
When did we begin these pointless charades?
Did the curtains lift, was there silence,
Did the lights in the theater slowly fade?
Did you receive a standing ovation for your performance? Every act and scene another humiliating smack across my face. Every lie and every line that you've spoken, another stone you firmly set in its place.
Well, now the stones have piled up between us.
I can no longer travel by your side.
I leave no malice in my departure.
May happy thoughts with you abide.
Because i myself am no actor.
Too many lines to memorize.
Too many stories filled with nothing. Just a facade placed upon hollow eyes.
Take a good look at your stage someday.
That hateful shrine of carelessness.
At all the masks that you have worn,
To hide the face beneath that i loved the best.
Categories:
theatrics, deep, hurt, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
I'm enjoying your theatrics
How you fake it with such flair
Pretend that don't see me
Act like I'm not there
I hear your cackling giggle
With exaggerated smile
A show of pure contentment
Play acting all the while.
I'm not your target audience
Don't buy your reverie
I feel your eyes across the room
Burning, watching me
I know that you're aching
Choking with desire
Dreaming of my mouth, my touch
Your body is on fire
I'm afraid you're breaking character
Lusting into rage
You shake and sweat from passion
Time to leave the stage
You wanted this remember?
You needed to be free
Had to view your options
You'd be settling with me
So continue with your monologue
You're quite the one man show
You're convincing everyone but me
I see you and I know
Categories:
theatrics, betrayal, break up, desire,
Form: Rhyme
clouds up playfully dancing in the sky
scrapes and patterns nonchalantly floating by
shrouds of marshmallow forms that mystify
cottoncandy shapes in guises quite flamboyant
grounded gusts released on wings of butterfly
landscapes enjoy their suitors so gallant
magical theatrics in slow motion
whimsical courtship games incite emotion
Submitted on June 9, 2019 for contest RIMA OTTAVA sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
theatrics, fantasy, fun, games, nature,
Form: Rhyme
This show isn't worth
the cost of admission
but you have to attend
as the sole exhibition
You’re the audience,
lead role, and critic
bored by the drama
engaged as a cynic
Directed by the subconscious
your character is formed
and you watch in horror
as you helplessly perform
The theatrics are not lacking
the drama is realistic
the storyline is tragic
and the plot is narcissistic
Amused by your pathetic role
but finding the humor cruel
you call an intermission
and refuse to play the fool
Concealed behind a curtain
you change costumes from your rack
demanding the director take a seat
as you lead your own comeback
Resuming the production
having changed all the narration
you curtsy when you end the show
and accept standing ovation
Thankful that it's over
you run towards the exit door
determined to escape the stage
and any chance of an encore
Categories:
theatrics, confidence, conflict, confusion, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Remove self from a dramatic scene as if it didn’t appear.
Deaf and dumb it’s best to become when it rears its turbulent head.
Dramatic scenes unrecognized will soon implode when ignored.
By: Debra Squyres
Started: 6 days ago Finished: 1/14/13
Note: Trying out new forms and this looked easy....NOT !! Well not for me. After many drafts and changes than I care to acknowledge...here it is. On the subject matter...simply on FACEBOOK DRAMA !! More info in About this poem. Have a blessed day !!
Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry in Korea. Sijo have three long lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line often the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem.
Categories:
theatrics, life, relationship,
Form: Sijo
speak up my dear
the class can't hear you
when you mumble
e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e
stand up straight
pull that hair back
from your face
no wonder no one wants
to play with you
at recess all you ever do
is sit outside the classroom door
nose in a book
"look, look! it's bug-eyes"
she hears somebody say
"she's such a booger-nosed,
knobby-kneed, goober-dweeb"
she waits . . .
until their voices fade
to wipe her tears
away
Categories:
theatrics, childhood, school
Form: Elegy