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Film School by Philibert, Leslie
THE PATTERSON FILM by dunn, cherl
Film Noir by Sergi, Ralph
was it a film set by hansen, jan oskar
Black and white film photography by Alexandropoulou, Archontoula
Before The Film Begins by Kiser, M. L.
48 HOUR FILM PROJECT by Paul, Wm
FILM AND DATE SEASON by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka

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In the Dark of the Strand

Marquees bright, and neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
We're holding hands, we're in 'The Strand', red velvet carpets guide us in

Popcorn smokes, .. drinking cokes,...  cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along, in her sarong,... With luscious lips, and cigarettes, 
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips


         'Movietone'  intrudes with news, which puts us in somber mood
         Third-Reich goosesteps  march again,  ... an evil presence in the wind...


Cary Grant , (a news reporter),  loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy.  But Cary loves this ditzy lady.... 

William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold.  The mystery is clearly solved.--  A crimson sun, is rising cold!


        Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die


Another night, suspense on chart.  'Correspondent' ,  Joel McCrea. 
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day.  BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way

Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked

----

          It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
           Allied troops are moving tanks.  I wait for you..God give me strength




       I'm in the Strand, within the dark,  there's no one here to hold my hand

       I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio




_____________________________________
For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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PHOTOGRAPHS AND POEMS


With my brightened lens, I watch you mystically zooming in zooming out, and my eyes focus on the shutter where a hundred gulls flap a brief moment: carefully, I seize the image, almost lost in transition as my radiant stanzas etch the language of your distinct angles. Following your trail, I chance upon a lattice of bluebells knighting the glittered vines sprawled on canes of pine wood… and with your waist curled, the singular charm of this moment grabs my line of phrases: flowers posing without shame, beautiful like summer ‘s shape...and I watch you romp in the blur of rain clicking on a Kodak chrome, while my full-blown quill explodes with the glory of your animated snapshots. My dear, In this symbiotic flow where poetry and visual arts understand the hidden beauty of the world, shall this my verse meld with your golden landscape? .................... 100 in a ROW contest --3 sponsored by PD A


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Leonardo DiCaprio

Dedicated to my love: Leonardo DiCaprio

For how many years have I loved you
I think it has to be about eighteen
We were both so young in those days
But I still longed to be your queen
With each film I fell more in love
With each role you reminded 
"This is what true talent is made of"
Beautiful Leonardo
How keenly I feel
How much I love you
Probably too much, but still
You have shown true beauty
You have shown true grace
You're a perfect specimen
Of the human race
You are of the greatest actors 
Of this generation and more
For there will never be another
That I so much adore


Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013

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New Future Of The Internet

New Future Of The
Internet


Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I

My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows

I group the videos
to make a show
To bring you the
best of where I go

For kids the mower
and stove videos
I also have vehicles
and some scarecrows

Kids can watch from
morn til night
with lots of things
for a kids delight
							
Light houses, ship
building, and horses
too
Antique barn yards
and tractor pulls
just for you

Aviation, taxidermy,
and crafty wood
works
Viewwithme Youtube
has all the quirks 

The historical homes
make a great tour
Contest and oxen
pulls are never a
bore

Animal friends, I
haven’t forgotten
you
I have horses, dogs,
cows and sheep too

Plenty of petting
pens and milking for
you
And a simple click
is all you have to
do

A lot of shows with
a mix for all
Like demolition
derby or a stunt so
tall

So if you dropped
the cable and you
have a need
I have three
channels for you to
see
 
By: Doris Anne
Beaulieu
     
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme


Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

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Cynosure

With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen

They catch a glimpse and swallow whole. 
Then nonchalantly steal her soul, 
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals to slice her thin, and spill her name, 
upon red carpets dyed with greed.

Beneath stiletto stilts she comes. 
They think it's fun behind the lie, 
that masquerades to dazzle eyes.  
Are lonely hearts so worth the prize
while clamored lust engulfs and drowns? 
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray, 
and peel the starlight's skin away.

There is a hole, deep in the dark, 
as black as death without a spark
A friend to trust, or out to gain? 
To rub a shoulder, hug the fame?
She's guided by an elbow's charm, 
disarmed, by tabloids, drowns alone

They're hell-bent on the mystery
The secrets of her universe
A paper doll is thrown to wolves, 
is just a soul who has rehearsed
to fade and die, alone........
alone.......with a million flashbulbs drugging her,
...then dragging her.....as she tumbles from the throne....
  ______________________________________________
For the Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron




Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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THE COLOR PURPLISH

The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty and childbirth loiters the screen.
White men protect segregation and Black men protect pride.
Are there no advocates or women’s lib
in that part of the South? Does anyone care about the mistreated?
Even the animals are sinister, and the young babes.
Horses burdened with stuff amble the pasture.
Fried ham wafts from kerosene stoves.
All the outspoken women are rebellious and prostitutes.
They wear thigh-high skirts, halters, and ruddy rouge.
Men swagger about in cut-price suits, wingtips, and thin-band ties.
They sweat into juke-joints or atop a squeaky bedframe
while records scratch against a dusty needle.
The girl in the front yard runs through hanging sheets
and swings bound books against Mister’s groin.
Her eyes are watery, her hair wild as those purple flowers.
She peers down at her attacker twisted on the red clay
and she shrieks.
Nobody shows up to save her.
She runs off into nothing.


Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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One in a Minion - Minions Contest



In a crafty world... of cyber writing, The words are warm, passionate, inviting... Where poets connect and voice an opinion, Comes a new contest that’s one in a... MINION!!! *** Lovable creatures, trying their best, To pen some jest for Silent’s contest, But they seem to be hiding. Just one Minion muse, Is all I need to light my pen’s fuse. Perhaps they are hoarding a billion bananas, Or dancing merrily with their maracas, Firing one of their friends from a cannon, Or smashing the daylights out of a melon. Dressing as girls, they’ve done on occasion, Please, don’t take them on your vacation, In destruction and mayhem, they’ve got expertise... Speaking English: no Spanish... Italian... Japanese? They’ve often tried to take over the world, Aiding their leaders who end up being hurled Out of their thrones and onto the curb, Uh oh! This poem doth little minions disturb. “Oh POOP!” Now they are constantly everywhere, Crazy minions with so little hair, Desperately seeking a new perfect lair, There goes another, flying through the air! Bob, Stuart and tall Kevin too, Despicable critters in yellow and blue, Led by their favourite, the once evil, Gru, Beware the Minionizer, lest it get you. But when you are sick, they’ll bring you some stew, They’ll make you laugh, chuckle you new, Sing you a Happy song if you’re so blue, Minions: loved by all... especially YOU! 19th February 2016 Minion Contest by Silent One


Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Only Lovers Left Alive - Part 1

The only lovers left alive
Presents the two who must survive
And always reinventing, they
Adapt and move but shan’t connive...

Naive before forbidden juice
This world to me remains abstruse
Centuries lived but now disdain
Immortality: what’s the use?

Such twisted love and tales of woe
This battered heart’s now beating slow
I’ve journeyed far and travelled wide
But now I feel it’s time to go.

Doctor’s on call, must not stand still
O Negative means not one kill,
No fourteen hundreds man am I
Though just one sip’s the greatest thrill.

Surely dying, look I’m wounded,
Come back, Eve, my life’s concluded
Zombies everywhere are lurking
Lives need to be validated.

Adagio, pain begins to seethe
Your love allows these lungs to breathe
Life into this music, dying,
For she is all I can bequeath.

Between us rivers, oceans, land 
Help me, please, to understand
This existential life that binds us
Rip this gun out from my hand.

Lovers quarrel, never do we
Laughing at this bloody zombie,
Everyday a tortured soul is
Screwing up this world of beauty.

The taste of blood is all we need
A drug runs deep, and to our knees
It brings us, stupid zombies they
Have all the means for us to feed.

Shakespeare, Byron, Percy Shelley
And your loving friend, dear Marley
Love and honour were all betrayed
Mary Wollstonecraft was tasty.

I share my love and you share yours
Your sister knocks and then she pours
Blood down her neck until she’s ill
My friend, and outside link, mortuus. 

Uninvited and unwanted
Vulgaress thinks she’s enchanted
But she haunts my dreams and yours          
Personifies new world abhorrent.

Naive before forbidden juice
This world to me remains abstruse
Centuries lived but now disdain
Immortality: what’s the use?

...






Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013

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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  



Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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George Baily-It's A Wonderful Life

Told he was worth more dead than alive,
A wingless angel changed George's perspective.
Had George not been born, his town would be Hell.
When Clarence earned his wings, it rang a bell.


Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Black and White



Capturing human mood and emotion
A feature of portrait photography
Is much more effective when it is done
In shades of black and white creatively

Downward curved lips and a furrowed forehead
Mark emotions of sadness and worry
Whereas lips that are curved upwards instead
With wide-opened eyes show someone is happy

Lines etched in human physiognomy
And the different shapes of lips and eyebrows
In black and white stand out much more strongly
Highlighting various emotions aroused






john beharry
3/25/2015


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Nightmare on Elm street

            "My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "


               something has taken over his spirit
                I do think I'll be his next ...

                The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice.
               " Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? "

                Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard ..
                a sketchy voice response..

                I am here , can't you see me? 

                "is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection"
                I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment ! 

                " The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response 

                The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has
               hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way

                A loud Knock !  Again a knock , I  slam the phone down , fearfully
                 lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing 
                 a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back ..
 
                Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police !
                 Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see
                 if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me "

                  The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street .
                " Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter
                 your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down "
               
                Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! "
              
               That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person 
                 driving by called prescient on a cell. 
                             

                    I try to get a line and the phone is dead ....

                 The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight .
                  As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt ,
                  Now he is laughing ..the phone rings ..

                 
                 
                         'you're in a Horror movie contest '      
                 
                


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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A Modest Proposal: Sestina

I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
 
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies the first victim. Tasteful nudity
Reveals one poignant nipple. Open eyes film
Over, dead as moon craters, her grubby
Legs disposed like spoons. She was our killer’s
 
Anonymous mouse. Our glamorous killer’s
Eyes showed her useless terror. Our sexy
Hero runs a slow hand through his grubby
Hair (Cares too much to wash.) Things touch fever pitch
When the next is abducted. We will film
Her wide eyed writhings. Classy nudity
 
Perhaps. Some brief tenderness; nudity
Of course; our hero and his wife. (While killer
Stalks a frail, thinly sketched female. We film
From his point of view her private sexy
Underwear clad body.) I want this pitch
To emphasize our Fincheresque grubby
 
Vision is totally unique. Grubby
Walls connote moral decay. Nudity
Is not exploitive. Our hero pitches
An unorthodox solution. The killer
Is secretly his cross-dressing sexy
Partner. Twisty eh? Never seen on film.
 
Dressed to Kill? No. Nobody’s heard of that film!
(Who remembers the 80s?) In a grubby
Climax, the mousy cross-dressing, sexy
Basement stalks saxophone solos. Nudity
Washes its private underthings. Killer
Underwear is arrested. That’s the pitch!
 
Contains grubby scenes of sexy violence.
Contains killer nudity and mild scenes of extreme peril.
Contains high pitched screams and discarded spoons.

 


Copyright © Kevin Sharp | Year Posted 2013

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Batman And Robin

(Limerick)


Batman and Robin hit the Joker
But their blow was only a croaker
The Joker hit back
But instead hit Jack
Who said "I'm glad, the Joker's an smoker!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014


09.16.2014


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

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The Moral Point of Cinderella

Cinderella was disliked by her family, 
Her step-mother and her sisters;
Whilst she was kind and generous, 
They were evil and boisterous. 

All her family had a weight problem, 
But she was sim and elegant, 
Amorous and thoughtful, 
Coy, clever and somewhat bashful. 

But she hated everyday living, 
As she was just a housemaid and  a cook, 
So she most definitely wanted to attend the ball, 
Where the prince could at her look. 

But her step-mum said no, 
And both her sisters did gloat,  
So she knew she must escape, 
From her sinking boat. 

If your sociology is bad, 
You can believe in whoever for you so cares, 
And her role-model was her fairy godmother, 
Who in her did hope and for her had dares. 

She made it such that Cinders could, 
Attend the ball looking good, 
By transforming what they had themselves, 
Into a ball-gown and carriage with hood. 

The prince instantly fell in love, 
With Cinderella and her way, 
But she rushed off only leaving him her shoe, 
To follow up on her foreplay. 

Love comes above all else, 
When things are grim and rough, 
And you must determinedly secure, 
Those hope-beads that are made of good stuff. 

When you just can't find morality in your life,
The monarch’s voice stands for you,
And the King said that his son,
Should search for his love in the many and the few.

So he searched for her in every house, 
Finding her in a cold, locked room, 
And she insisted on trying on his treasured shoe,
Taking opportunity which banished all her gloom. 

You need to take opportunity with both hands, 
By its horns, steadfast and sure, 
And even make things happen when no light shines, 
So that you beckon and you lure. 

The prince forced a physical trial, 
Of the shoe on each ones foot, 
‘Cos love is physical, not just social, 
And is not just psychology’s reboot. 

Ok, Cinder’s godmother was a magic one,  
Not real to her step-mum or sisters, 
But when you’re suppressed and called inferior, 
Your thoughts are valid for your interior. 

Your actions are right, 
And morality is with you, 
Not those with money or riches, 
Whose selfish deeds do not do. 

Being born to abusive parents, 
Being born different, poor or destitute, 
Doesn't mean you must be such forever, 
Just that you need to be most resolute. 

So Prince Charming whisked her off, 
Right out of her house and her life, 
And that should be for all of us, 
Where hurt and hardship are rife. 


Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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48 HOUR FILM PROJECT


Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight.


Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014

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Marilyn Monroe - clerihew contest

Marilyn Monroe
Wore no panties you know
Knew just how to impress
With the wind and that famous white dress
.





Penned  28 May 2015



 



Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2015

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Johnny Depp

Matilda was two when her dad passed away,
from a drug overdose on that fateful day.
Heath Ledger's love child had no certain fate,
Things moved too fast as he lay intestate.
 
What's to become of this child left behind 
Ledger's father a thief or could he be kind?
As the media frenzy continued to soar
Ledgers friend stepped up to settle the score.
  
He gave movie proceeds as a very first step,
"They may deny Matilda but NOT Johnny Depp!"
Jude and Will antied up as sort of a Shrine,
And little Matilda's life is going to be fine!
 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 
Special thanks to Johnny Depp, 
the highest paid movie star in the world, for caring. 


Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2013

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CLASSIC MOVIES

CLASSIC MOVIES

it is surprising
how fine black and white can be
one listens better

one notices more
each word clear as a bell
folks keep their clothes on

blood flow minimum
black and white blood not so gross
favorites are great –

clark, cary, spenser.
katherine, audry, ginger
to love without lust

as I get older,
caring not for violence,
i watch more and more 



Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2014

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Walkabout

In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into the air like fat flies,
the watermelon's pink guts splattering.

Gun aimed at me.
Gun to his head: bang bang.
Self-felled, he was dead.
Fire ate the car.
The human heart finds hidden resources.
I was on a sand-land trek through nowhere,
following songlines, outside of time,
walking in Dreamtime, dreaming the Dreaming.

Unrelenting sun.
I was floundering in sand-seas,
wading light-dunes, drought-parched,
thirsting for drink-water blue.
Suddenly, you:
flash of painted flesh,
brown, smooth-bark skin,
lizard head loincloth -

black buzz of inkspot flies.
Windsongs fluttered my sarong
like your native flag:
black sky-stripe of night,
red sand, lifeblood of land,
yellow disc of sun.
A pool opened its blue eye - iris of cool.
I stripped, dived into crystal water-glint, dipped

beneath the surface; carefree, soul-freed.
Desert rustled its secret sand-script:
scarlet sting of scorpion,
skin-prickle of termite -
echidna's spiny ball uncurled.
Kookaburra's laughter echoed upwind.
Snake swallowed lizard, quick tongue flick.
Dark spear, spearing quick-jump kangaroo -

knife-skinned, lopped limbs, sinew strings
looping like the songlines.
Rock-table land, salt pans,
the sun's red plate, bottlebrush-scoured.
Unspoken words of separate worlds
were nothing next to you.
We were wall-worded, word-divided,
but I dreamsang the silence,

hoped you'd understand.
And I thought if I reached
to touch your bark-brown hand
I might penetrate that ancient dreaming land.
But never did.
My words and dreams stayed locked inside.
Days sun-seared, nights star-burned.
You trance-danced the Dreaming far into night.

Distant dingoes' distress drifted on wind...
while I woke to a different dream,
found you branch-dangling from eucalyptus,
gilt-framed in knife-strike light,
tribal feathers trailing.
Strange painted man, tree-hanging.
I had to go on alone.
And I did

living a plastic life I cannot reconcile,
I stare out at plastic-sheeted swimming pools,
kids' plastic dolls, a boomerang's plastic scythe.
The smoky words of Gasoline Alley
billow from the radio; I tune it in
and tune out my husband's work-wittering.
Look beyond walls, to where you're silhouetted 
in my mind's Dreamtime;

traverse language lines, the heart's strange lexicon.
I'm walking the wordless plain again,
the sky a cinnamon simmering stain,
the sun setting, as hurt-heart memories wane.
*That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
the happy highways where I went
and cannot come again.



*Lines from A.E. Housman


Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2015

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Rebel Alliance or 'Princess Leia's Speech'

Revolt! We must do all we can!
Empire rising! Stand strong!
Better fight if you want to stay free,
Emperor Palpatine must be stopped!
Let it be known here and now 
All must fight for freedom for all!
Leaving no creature behind, 
Leaving no planet unprotected!
I Leia, will lead this Alliance,
Against anyone seeking to harm us;
Never have I backed down! 
Can we all do our part?
Each of us must stop the Empire!


Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013

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An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?


Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013