Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Magical Theater

If a human has lived well, they do have this!
Their very own living, colorful remembrance 
magical theater.
Of family and friends, and great lovers, too.
That flicker on a colorful, living, screen.

Of New Year's Eve, in the snow,
And that New Year's Eve kiss.
Magical, sparkling moments, wrapped in moments, divinely gossamer!
Even moments that are strictly taboo.
Which is your life's most precious
revenue.

Some may think memory, should be dismissed.
But, to me, it's like the secret
world of lit peacock feathers.
I write of blooms of yesterday's 
Tempestuous bugaloos.
And tender nights of sultry surrender.



                  12-31-2020
                    5pm PST

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Gershon Wolf January 2, 2021 at 9:49 PM Amen. The past comes alive for me too! Nothing to be ashamed of whatsoever! ... It's not we're like Gloria Swanson chain-smoking while watching her old movies for the 100th time or something. Cheers, Gershon Panagiota Romios January 3, 2021 at 1:10 PM I love this poem...thanks for commenting. Gloria or whomever...what right have I to pound on her? Addicts and drunks populate the planet. Why do we criticize the famous and dishonor people of accomplishment? Hoodlums, thieves, looters are our new heroes of course?

Quoth Theraven December 31, 2020 at 7:04 PM Panagiota, Love the Technicolor picture that you have playing in full Dolby surround in this poem. And at a matinee price that's hard to resist. I hope Bogey is out there with Lauren smiling. May all your movies have happy endings for you in the new year. -Richard Panagiota Romios December 31, 2020 at 7:09 PM I try hard for the happy endings. Adore your comment, hope you got my mail about O'Rourkes. A blast always on New Years Eve, In memory of Brendan Beehan, Panagiotaxx