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Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse. workshop

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A Study in Pink: Main Thread. 26 LOVEDLY

It didn’t take me long after leaving Creel behind
I eavesdropped at a few partly open hotel doors
yeah waited a while and watched for a host
to take me to America's wildest shores,

Ah! A rich man and his sweetest whore

I imagined I’d like to join in the fun
I entered the richest bum, as he played his game
his eyes turned bloody red not seen before
by the woman of the street, dirty littlest whore.

Epicurial Soliloquy.....W Snow poetry

An Old Man and the Sea

Those wise eyes
discern from a distance
we see the distant horizon
vast deep beyond
the expanding ocean
we linger in space indeed
to find a swift weed

as we surf along the waves of life
a tsunami comes astride
takes all humanity for a ride
none know where to hide
then we subside to the bottom of the sea
who are we?

The Terrible Consequences of Sin Play Dramatic Verse WS

My Play from Scratch

Play dramatic Verse The Terrible Consequences of Sin
Characters—Adam, Eve/Woman, Voice of God, Angel with him, Cherub,

Archangel—in the Garden of Eden

In the garden of Eden
Adam and Eve had it all
a paradise home, no lease
countless fruit trees to feast
animals they subdued
short, tall, big and small.

Now the serpent
more cautious than all the animals
approached the woman in
a private conversation.

The Girl Who Didn't Exist Part 4

Nevermore is still at the gas station, standing over the split skull of the unsuspecting gas station attendant. She looked at the blood spatter across her dress. Now what would she wear into town? Wearing a blood stained dress in public could spell disaster for her little plan. She looked around to see if this hole in the wall had any clothes hanging around.)

SASHA: (speaking from within) What did you do?

NEVERMORE: (gritting her teeth) What needed to be done.

SASHA: He didn’t do anything to you.

NEVERMORE: (bitterly) He lied. They ALL lie!

Scoody Doo (Story telling in Verse WS) Part II

 

This happened at the cold graveyard while less passionate the night

The vapores uprose high, as a howling crept to the site. 

 

(The shadows are having a talk about what happened)

 

A Spooky spirit:

I heard last night a shriek

that got my heart to freak

It gave the place a shake

it quivered and 't quaked

 

shadow (1):

Tell me what was the sound

and how it shook the ground?

Let's go and check the yard

Soliloquy for Ian

Loved or lovedly....

I have stopped posting here
having taken a sabbatical
entered another domain
where busy I remain
now breathless

Neopoet doesn't need me
I have learned a lot happily
so let me be me
and Ian all my love for thee
you are the only one who held my hand
all these three and one half years

a soliloquy for you

Oh! My friend
philosopher
and guide
stay alongside
let no colour of skin differentiate you and me
I have the same with- in

 

While waiting for the 7:30 bus every morning you'd definitely see that lady on her cell phone

(The same words are repeated EVERYDAY)

She:

Good morning my darling

I was thinking of you

Is everything ok

how do you do?

Did you sleep well

please tell me,

How is that teeth-ache

Oh! It's hurting again?

Then maybe it should be removed,
damn that awful pain!

What ? YOU have a secret to share?

I am listening darling,
of course I care!

(Night has taken over. The cemetery is completely black with the exception of a slight silver glow from the sliver moon above. Sasha has become so overwhelmed with her freedom and the outrage from her alter egos that she has buried herself deep within the confines of her psyche. Nevermore has emerged to see to it that they receive justice for all the years they suffered. She begins her clever rampage as soon as it appears to be safe, while embarking on her own monologue as her journey moves forward).  

 

I Am The Batman (Dramatic Verse Wes WS)

The years may have passed
but I'm still haunted by the past.
one which compels me to grow stronger
to strive until time turns me to dust
and another took my place
to lay the corrupted to waste.

Gotham is no longer the same heaven it used to be
it reeks with despair as parasites
suck the livelihood of the hepless innocents
,who have no strength to fight for their rights

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