Best Clark Gable Poems
You’re wasting your weekends on electronic lovers,
They float by like ghosts on the screen,
You’re kissing Clark Gable and you waltz Fred Astaire
In re-runs you’ve already seen.
You’re changing the stations—you change your emotions—
From channel to channel in vain.
The six o’clock news man is laughing at you,
And the talk show believes you’re insane.
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’
So how come you watch it from bed?
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’,
So why don’t you love me instead?
Down at the tavern my Budweiser loves me,
There’s a TV set over the bar,
And the girl on the screen, she reminds me of you,
So I get up and go to my car.
I drive through the night and the windshield wipers
Remove all the rain from the glass—
It’s like a wide screen, and our show’s off the air…
Our soap opera just didn’t last…
"Why that ain't nothing but my red petticoat that you done bought me Mr. Rhett." mammy
says after he ask her what the rustling sound is he hears under her skirt. "Let me see!" he
says. Then she pulls her skirt up a little and shows him. Then mammy says, "Mr. Rhett you is
bad!" Rhett says, "Well it took you long enough to wear it!" She says, "Yes sir I know, and
I'm sorry about that." Rhett ask if she still thinks they're mules and then mammy says, "Mr.
Rhett, Miss Scarlett shouldn't have told you that. You ain't gonna hold that against old
mammy is ye?" Then he ask her to have a drink with him to celebrate the birth of his
daughter, Bonnie Blue.
My favorite scene in a movie "Gone With the Wind"
Hattie McDaniel as Mammy and Clark Gable as Rhett Butler
*2nd place winner in Frank Herrera's contest for favorite scene in a movie.
They met on line, late one night...
Just looking around on a dating site...
Neither of them knew what to expect...
And within a month they started to text...
The Wi-Fi signal was not one of the best...
So their communication was put to the test.
He asked if she liked to cook...
She thought he said she was a schnook...
Really she asked, how rude is that ?
He thought she said she was an aristocrat...
She thought he was rude...
He thought she was a prude...
But each had a deep curiousity...
So they decided to exchange photos for both to see...
They both liked what they saw..
As each looked like a movie star...
But they each questioned...could this be true ?
Or is this possibly a snafu ?
They decided to meet and make it soon...
Perhaps on Friday in the afternoon ...
At a Coffee shop on Baker’s Street...
See you there and be sure to order something sweet...
She got there early, and was sitting at the corner table...
When a short pudgy man, wearing “bling” and an exposed pierced navel...
Approached and asked, “waiting for someone ?”...
No said she, NOT me and ran to her car...
Driving away as fast as she was able...
It was then a man arrived, and sat down at the corner table...
He looked a lot like Clark Gable...
Unquotable quotes – XIV
Don’t trouble trouble until trouble gobbles you ; don’t
rubble rouble until rouble rubbles you.
Don’t marry a woman out of pity ; she’ll make you
regret her lack of fidelity for a ditty.
Don’t lose your temper with any old party member ;
they are all in league licking the leader’s member.
Don’t meddle with paddles if you have never rowed on
water ; it’s not the self-same action you practice with
your partner.
Don’t run to get insurance coverage when you’re
hanging from a ledge ; better wait for the dredger to
empty the valley of sludge.
Don’t go to the cinema to rub or warm thighs and legs ;
what you’re watching is not what you see.
Don’t climb mountains only to be rescued in the public
eye ; there are other more subtle ways like making
naked love to appear on TV.
Don’t crack jokes to make others croak ; crack their
skulls open with a rebuke.
Don’t eat with your fingers noodles soup ; drink the
soup first, then slurp the noodles through fingers.
Don’t tease the neighbour’s daughter for lack of
laughter ; for all you know she may be Bob Hope’s
screen writer.
Don’t turn tables in a fight if you haven’t got the might,
unless you’re John Wayne in a Western with a
broken hind stern.
Don’t squirm in bed dreaming of Clark Gable ; his teeth
kept great actresses crying out for a gargle.
Don’t swim against the current pretending to be Tarzan,
unless you have a Jane willing to put up with any
bane.
Don’t cry for help with a mere yelp.
© T. Wignesxan – Paris, 2016
young man new in town
all of the girls on alert
amazed he chose me
Some of them were wittier.
A few of them were prettier.
He asked to take me to the movies.
I blushed as I said yes.
"Gone With The Wind" was showing.
and Clark Gable was the star
My date had no way of knowing
I thought him handsomer by far,
until I told him in the car.
1/06/2016
It was Clark Gable, who posed the question,
“Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
About that postage stamp of native soil
In many books and stories did his typewriter toil
regaling about that mythical place he called Yoknapatawpha County
somewhere in the rolling hills of north Mississippi
he penned a tale about Colonel John Sartoris
of Boon Hogganbeck and Lucius McCaslin
taking a trip to Memphis, Tennessee
in “Boss” Priest’s Wynton Flyer
they were “The Reivers”—footloose and fancy free
Yes, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
of Quentin Compson—“The Sound and the Fury”
the perils of the Bundren family—“As I Lay Dying”
Vardaman said, “My mother is a fish”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, “Mr. Bill” Faulkner did write
about Emily Grierson, her male admirers in “A Rose for Emily”
the trilogy of the Snopes family, such a literary tapestry
Oh, heavens, Mr. Gable, Mr. Faulkner did write
In every novel, every story, all about his native Mississippi
his works a marvelous contribution to America’s rich literary history
--Allen Baswell
© 02-25-22
You’re wasting your weekends on electronic lovers,
They float by like ghosts on the screen,
You’re kissing Clark Gable and you waltz Fred Astaire
In re-runs you’ve already seen.
You’re changing the stations—you change your emotions—
From channel to channel in vain.
The six o’clock news man is laughing at you,
And the talk show believes you’re insane.
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’
So how come you watch it from bed?
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’,
So why don’t you love me instead?
Down at the tavern my Budweiser loves me,
There’s a TV set over the bar,
And the girl on the screen, she reminds me of you,
So I get up and go to my car.
I drive through the night and the windshield wipers
Remove all the rain from the glass—
It’s like a wide screen, and our show’s off the air…
Our soap opera just didn’t last…
I wake from a bad dream
Hey there new man
That’s what they said to me
Hey there how’s it been lately?
I stand, look and see
Elvis, Martin Luther King and John Lennon walk on by so casually.
Roy Orbison and Freddie Mercury harmonising with Liberace as the queen mother watches whilst sipping tea
As I walk what looks like on nothing
I see Winston Churchill talking with Audie Murphy as Lewis Collins stares at me
I say hello to Marylyn Monroe or Norma Jean as Tony Curtis politely corrects me
Burgess Meredith tells me to do push ups, James Mason steadies me. Richard Burton drinking with Roger Moore on one round table and on the table next to them John Thaw doing a crossword - difficultly!
I walk on aimlessly as I see Bruce Lee training ferociously. Clark Gable playing cards with Humphrey Bogart and General Custer sipping whiskey with Einstein, Herriot, Tolkien and Agatha Christie - something too mind bending to me!
I walk through some glass doors and a whole world of familiar faces turns to see.
I wake up suddenly.
I sit up and can’t believe how real that felt to me.
She had a nose for sniffing out well-hid lies
from any boastful cyber Romeo,
who used Photoshop to mask their disguise
She'd get a twitch, a wiggle in her nose
when the words on the screen didn't seem quite right
Telling her there was something fishy about the prose
So she asked one such fake lover man,
what was his can't miss, can't resist pick-up line
He said, lady your ship has finally come to land
She said, it appears you carry quite a load in your cargo pants,
and you certainly talk with a pirate heart
But it's obvious that you're no Clark Gable or Cary Grant
You shoulda told me the truth when you had the chance
Nah, you're just a daddy long-legged liar,
because your pen got no rhythm and your words can't dance
Frankly
Scarlett was on her own to do what ever she wanted
Because of her the film language today is forever sated
A special law was passed so the infamous words could be heard
Before this time damn was an extremely naughty word
Rhett Butler's vocabulary definitely rocked the screen
People thronged to see this film some had never been
So Gone with the Wind was a winner, Clark Gable was no ham
as he stood there and said "Frankly my dear I don't give a damn"
So Rhett you have a loaded conscience, your mouth needed a zip
When your feelings got the better of you and you let it rip
This attitude has passed to the way people today thinks
A no care way of life oblivious to others stinks
The morals of some governments are found to be gross
Only looking after the "Me" is what hurts the most.
The leaders of today forget the teachings of the church
Of looking after others, not leaving them in the lurch.
Penned 5 August 2013
(Here, Clark Gable is speaking.
Gaylord Langland was the character
he played in the just-completed
movie. "Trotsky" is his nickname
for Arthur Miller and the "little
girl" is Marilyn Monroe. Gable did
not attend the wrap party and died
of a hreat attack the following day.)
Gaylord
Everything just happened wrong.
It'll do that, sometimes.
A movie set is like a ship, I guess.
Some are happy, some not.
I'll skip the party.
I've seen enough,
and I'm feeling kind of rough.
Trotsky? I won't bad-mouth the guy.
He knows so many things,
but he doesn't know women.
It was sad to watch him try.
When a woman decides, inside,
to pass on you, you're screwed.
Not even dynamite will do.
I told him, "Don't cling.
Stop thinking you can change things."
His intellect is all he had,
and he certainly deployed it.
But pain is part of the deal.
Can't none of us avoid it.
The little girl? We had a fling.
She's not like anybody thinks.
The brassy, buxom *****
is some ad-man's creation.
She's a brittle little child.
Her skin is too thin.
You cut your hand, she feels it.
In my philosophy,
it's a simple equation:
they pay me, I show,
ready to go. I don't know
why they need these
analysts and therapists.
Business before show.
She asked a bunch of stuff,
couldn't get enough.
Wanted my suggestions.
Hungry to hear about Harlow,
got me over a barrel
on Yvonne De Carlo.
Even asked about Carole.
I said, "Easy, Harietta.
You'll never know a man better
by asking him questions.
Clark Gable Vivian Leigh,
both have a place in history.
If we look back is it true that he sinned?
His words have survived, they haven't "Gone With The Wind".
Nineteen thirty nine the world was in shock,
all those who heard him couldn't help but talk.
They said the countries morals were in disrepair,
now people say what they want and don't really care.
Now entertainment is almost censor free,
you can say what you want and see what you see.
I guess in the end we really don't give a damn,
we say we all care but we don't take a stand.
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
It's a line that I remember.
I could not believe my ears
When Rhett said that word to Scarlett,
And left her in a flood of tears.
Profanity had not been heard
Upon the talking silver screen,
For censors had banned all words
Considered profane or obscene.
It was the year of nineteen-forty.
I had gone with my new beau
To showing of "Gone With the Wind",
A most highly touted show.
I couldn't believe he'd leave her
Just when she had come to know
That she really, truly loved him.
It was the ending of the show.
No one is shocked at anything
That is heard on the screen today,
But Clark Gable stunned the censors,
Tipped his hat and walked away.
The Curtains have been drawn,
The lights turn low,
Everyone gathers to see the show.
The Hero Gets the Girl,
The Hero Saves the Day,
As we all dream for a life this way.
Like Casablanca,
Or gone with the Wind,
We all remember Who, Where, When.
We fell in love,
Like we have seen on the screen,
Which turned to Reality which once was a dream.
Without though of Risk,
Without though of Chance,
You took her hand and asked for the Dance.
Like Clark Gable,
Or Fred Astaire,
You moved as if you were walking on Air.
You can find True Love,
If you know where to start.
It starts here, It starts with your heart.
Love is more than a movie,
More than a script acted out,
This is what love is truly about.
The love you share,
The dreams you share,
The Passion, the Joy, the Respect is there.
With the two of you staring.
It is already the perfect cast,
Forever is how long this love will last.
As you stare into each others eyes
You know you will always have a friend
Lights turn on, the crowd cheers… The End.