Warning
Unexpected loop
taken by surprise
dreams forewarning
meditating eyes
analytical thoughts
waiting in disguise
this is why Lord sees
bigger pictures from the skies.
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”
Small Town Shopping Blues during the 3rd marathon hour
Hurry, hurry, hurry…
I’m late!
Grocery store quick stop.
Alas, spotted by friends: didya hear? and whaaat? and gotta go, but but but…
Grocery store quick stop?
Not in a small town!
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
Your 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
prompt 5 persona poem
ACID DROP
I’m a madness
At the heart
Of hate.
I’m an acid drop
From a height.
Into something
Not to be borne.
Not to be born.
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.