Some of my Stage Experience #5/24

#5/24 Some of my Stage Experience

The best written script
from which I have played lead
is an intriguing, unpredictable tale
of an odd woman at the age of 50
who is living almost alone, but not really
alone enough for what she needs to do
(It’s the backstory, really, that is compelling
in a dramatic way, wonderfully emotional
monologues achingly written with such realism
makes you wonder what sort of life she’s lived)
I have lived a colorful life of many experiences
that culminate beautifully into the director’s dream
cinematic in vision and powerful in emotion
(We don’t see everything. Ever. The small tense rooms.
The anxious waits. Things she’ll never tell us.)
It’s not all a bed of roses and that’s what makes it magic
on-stage. I’m choosing my words with far more
discrimination now that I’m fully aware
of the way the head writer
has arranged it all–
the big finish, the falling action,
“the end”

Fifth poem

I love the big man.
He’s loving and kind.
And when I say, “hold you,”
I know that he’s mine.

We like to blow bubbles
And go out for walks.
I’ll point out the airplanes
Or pull off my socks.

You’ll find us both covered,
Wearing chalk dust.
If you love him like I do,
I’ll give you my trust.

Haiku(s) (5)

Sometimes I am sad
Green-eyed cri de coeur hasten
down pale Irish cheeks.

When my third eye sees
the beauty of your old soul
my heart skips a beat.

Ennui as quicksand
your hand pulls me to safety
blood moon guards us both.

A High-School Junior’s Prescription for Pimples

A High-School Junior’s Prescription for Pimples

Take one each night before bedtime:

SAT score

College application

Grant application

Loan application

Acceptance letter

Rejection letter

Career Counselor Conference

Decision: commuting or residing on campus

Decision: community college or four-year university

Choosing a major

Finding a job

Saving money

Incurring Debt

Dealing with parents

Losing best friends

#5bis – Your body does the work

20150320-232317Your body does the work

You float away from it

 

You wait for something

And suddenly you see it

 

It joins you

You can’t say it’s good

 

Or bad,

You just can’t do otherwise

 

Your body does the work

That you cannot do

 

Your body is alone

When it’s not with you

 

You use it to bind you

To the ones around you

 

Always better

When they’re new

 

So bad they’re so blind

Even with the power lighting

 

Totally above true dreams

Come shine in my clues

 

Your body does the work

You float away from it

 

 

 

 

 

 

E A Poe

Darkness is my light

Poetry is my pain;

Broken silence in the night

Bears my Name

 

Walls of decay guide my way

Brightness is a blur;

Sanity is decay

Fear is my fantasy

 

I write of pleasure;

I write of pain;

My tortured soul

Shall remain

As I dip my

Poison

In

the

ink

On the shelves

Behind the walls.

 

Death and demise

And vulture eyes,

Black cats,

Sealed caskets,

Boarded up behind the

Mortar and the bricks

 

In your nightmares

In your dreams

Within the bright moon beams,

I am the ticking of the clock.

John Doe (Poem 5)

I loved her
I should’ve told her
But I thought she deserved better
More than me
I thought I was giving her a chance
I could see it in her eyes
I could feel it in her spirit
The love as well as the pain
The pain I created
I yearned to make the pain go away
I could’ve made the pain go away
She took mine away
I should’ve told her I loved her
Without her my life hasn’t been the same
Now it’s too late
Contemplating irrevocable mistakes