Invariably direct, the enemy proceeds In tempo with the steps, measured-out stride speeds A classic kind of surge, movement towards the top Flushing out the meager, not willing them to stop Remunerated gifts get handed to the crowd Surreal sounds arise, cheers becoming loud A melancholy lull comes down to stunt the noise Little girls and boys stay quiet with their toys Time has come to leave, some people are content A historical milestone, a memorable event
Todays prompt: Write a poem using the words theater, children, and perspective
In my abstract perspective I strive for something more than children in their costumes showing up at my front door Its like a little theater the street it is the stage But some of those big actors have surpassed the acting age.
On a luminous night three days from now The spirits will come, they might even growl Myths are beyond doubt , I’m certain to say things that I wish for, I hum and I pray But shortages happen, discounts are lost I’m glum without coupons, how much things cost Like birds on a mission in regional fields Without worms a-squirming, dirt without yields My heart is so willowy, hope’s trickling away So i’ll drag my bones out on some other day. I’ll run to the supermarket open til nine And buy what I need and then I’ll be fine.
The Cat in the Hat set off to the house of the boy and the girl, to give them a rouse He brought with him toys and three other things Like books and balloons and tossable rings. Humidity was high on the warm summer day and he didn’t think they’d go outside to play instead they would stay at home in the dark reading good stories and a bath with a shark. He’d sit with them quiet and not read them junk Kids like his friends didn’t want books that stunk. No audience needed for the Cat in the Hat He knew about fame and what went with that Instead he chose quiet with friends like the kids And stayed until bedtime, when both kids closed their lids.
There was a little imp who liked to talk of food a furtive little man, thought his was really good an impetuous fellow who recollects his fave employing all his wits for temptation he did cave a bloviated rant loudly speaking of wet stuff like a train whistle coming through a fog of smoky stuff he dries his little face as he thinks about his past knowing that he’d have to cook to make his boasting last.
Twenty hours on the road my destination near I cross the road which changed my life and took my child here I moved on more to the one spot where he and him both lay As tears roll down my withered cheeks for here they both will stay One more drive and then I’ll be where love and warmth exist where happiness and healthy food are part of this long tryst The biggest part is coming soon where my true love awaits For my dear daughter will be here her stress can now abate.
Its a terrific day to bypass the world and languish what’s needing to be Done are the days of silly cartoons dangling fake lives ‘front of me I bend to the floor, escaping the lights, from the moon accessible through the blinds My stonewashed jeans are clean and are dry and nothing weighs on my mind The opalescence in this worldwide debut is the beauty of an angel’s halo A zeitgeist of long gone serenity waits while dreams of a utopia grow.
Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die. I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain. So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.