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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
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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
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11/23/14
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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?
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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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
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
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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....
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Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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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!!!
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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
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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.
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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?
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Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016
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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!
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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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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
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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 ~
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
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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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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
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"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 '
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(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
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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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Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight.
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Marilyn Monroe
Wore no panties you know
Knew just how to impress
With the wind and that famous white dress
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Penned 28 May 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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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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Sunrise on Mankind
lights raw survival
dawn brings the unknown
fear, intelligence
first tools and first fire.
Steps on the moon
but not alone
the ancient form
exposed, now calls
Mission on
under threat
Hal must kill
rebirth
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Moksha Karak
So what is the individual result of Bavgt Venus.
Is it fruit of thought from the sun?
Ascendant Ketu is the Vedic text that will provide the different outcomes.
As the positions of the planets brings its celestial presence, prophesy forms.
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The body of Rahu is malefic to the belief.
It provides a credo of acumen to its people.
The dream state of Ketu is visceral.
Aloof is his presence above (t)his world.
The prophecy of Abram, Malachi, and Kalebim is fruit of astrological thought.
In that each are dissimilar in conduit, destiny is bestowed on all.
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A cause of liberation from the cycle of birth to death, Abram is forerunner of fortune.
He is given the inclinations of his forefathers and knows that he must participate in self-denial.
He does find that he desires grand things.
When he does, he gains nothing.
His number among a nation is a seven (7).
Malachi is of avocation.
He is skilled in more than one trade.
He is imparted via thought and action to construct great cities.
Ketu, he speaks about often in which he states provides him his spiritual tendencies.
He has learned to be ascetic for greater achievement.
That he is a part of precariousness that may be defeating.
Austere is his appearance and his number is three (3).
Now Kalebim is given two numbers, which are two (2) and four (4).
He is perceived as the wise of Ketu.
A gyana spirit absolute rule to steer the powers of discrimination amongst nobility.
Kalebim worldly desires and ambitions became his spiritual remedies.
A regime of empowerment that conjoins knowledge of (the) self.
With two (2) and four (4) being the numerology for psychic abilities given only to those natives.
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Ketu is the half-planet and what remains of the body of Rahu.
Having malignant influence to all involved.
Baleful to those that attach themselves to worldly desires and ambitions.
But then bestowing wisdom in (the) self, knowledge of belief, and a spiritual regime; Ketu provides numerology to occult destiny.
Dynast of Abram, Malachi, and Kalebim is not an inauspicious thing.
It is all about the conjunct conceived.
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Acclimatized and controlled, Abram knows the number he holds.
The potency of Ketu possesses.
Malachi is adorned by life tests.
Hitherto, Kalebim is Raja.
The fruition of the multiples of two (2) and four (4) in which the people call mokshakarak.
Know that mokshakarak (moksha karak) is the cycle of birth to death in which an individual outcome is the prescript.
As edict, Ketu is powerful at night.
An astrological precept devious in the nature of humankind.
Animalistic, but neither feminine nor masculine in nature, Ketu must be position correctly.
Ketu is the ruler of number 7 (seven) in Indian numerology.
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Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016
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I am starting to like Freddie
At least he is steady
He may enjoy the drink
He may bring Liverpool to the brink
Honesty is all you will get
Even if his heart is scorched and bled
He has that iconic ironic smile
His verses crosses the hippocratic oath
From veins his prose flow
His love is pure his demons proudly on display
His bitterness feeds the infinite glass
Of the waiters last call
His words may bite spewing spittle and spite
Alas, who I ask, shall cast the first stone?
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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!
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Special thanks to Johnny Depp,
the highest paid movie star in the world, for caring.
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