At This Stage Poems - Poems about At This Stage

...this earth vessel has chores to do but we know what’s known to but few that we are but actors in stage where linear time turns the page and in truth life is just a dream of illusions we chose to......Read the rest...

...In the marrow of our bones, politics is inscribed, an ancient script of dominance and submission, etched deep in the bedrock of our being. We are actors on a stage, where every gesture, every ......Read the rest...

...On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm, We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm. Freedom, a chimera of......Read the rest...

...ABSTRACT POETICS  stored   images conscious   of gaps   of rhetoric &  inspiration of instinctive clichéd speech inner  explanation  is  evoked  resembles &appeals to  to the ear......Read the rest...

...FOURTH WALL Tell me, what is this fourth wall thing, anyway Perhaps it’s a gateway to reality It’s not only me that has something to say Here on this stage, I am someone you can see But what a......Read the rest...

...So many numbers out there , but which ones do I choose Twelve takes centre stage , the day I joined the family tree Seven , the time I rise and get ready for work , or just to go out and play Four......Read the rest...

...We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, w......Read the rest...

... "The Key" There is nothing worse than feeling that you are entirely alone in this existence. Some will embrace the isolation like a Godsend for a while, and that “w......Read the rest...

...Arrows from bright, unbroken skies are falling down into the eyes of a man who is searching, yearning to find fantastical vistas inside of his mind. The warming rays illuminate for him branchi......Read the rest...

...A cotton castle hangs in boundless blue, No fleeting wisp, but cradle vast and soft, A mother's touch, where weary hearts find rest. Her downy cloak enfolds the world in sleep, Forgotten memories......Read the rest...

...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 v......Read the rest...

...Stoic, the mic stand is circumspect of all the energy in the room; Waiting but will not remain unchecked; Calm throughout the process of load in now leading this layout of the stage; Headlini......Read the rest...

...Globalism dreams itself a hegemon, a giant upon a throne of glass, ephemeral, And can only live through brief stints, sporadic in time and deed, Through the harshest force of terror, its heart lock......Read the rest...

...All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce Delusion In youthful......Read the rest...

...Beneath the sprawling blush of dawn, our feet became one with the sands of Kiawah Island, grains glistening like scattered stars, each a tiny sunburst caught in the curl of the earth. We danced un......Read the rest...