Best Films Poems
Amid her degraded,miserable life
in the red light area,
she hummed the songs
of the Hindi films.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror
she dreamt herself as the heroine
of a romantic movie
opposite her favorite star.
Sometimes, she copying the dialogues
and gestures of heroines
from the romantic scenes
of the popular movies,
and thinking herself
as a courtesan seen
in a popular movie.
These filmy,romantic thoughts
often comforted
her youthful life
in the red light district.
The conception of computer science leads us to believe,
That the possible digital world inside we should leave;
When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms,
The human-robot may raise many loud alarms.
A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions,
Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption;
To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge,
Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge.
One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence?
But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence;
Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior,
Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior.
Spatial transportation must be used for good and love,
The digital space does not give integrity the shove;
It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws,
To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws.
Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing,
Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing;
Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store,
For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.
I love to sit in comfort
At home watching TV
I watch my favorite movies
The one's that work for me
It's not a Christmas movie
Just because there's snow
That's something folks at Hallmark
Should be told, so someone knows
To me, A Christmas movie
Has Santa and a gift
It has a Christmas message
It gives people a lift
Getting lost in a big snowstorm
Finding love in a small town
Doesn't make it Christmas
In fact, it brings me down
I want music, Bing and Danny
Scrooge , Kris Kringle, silent night
I want movies I grew up with
I want films in black and white
I watch movies that will touch me
Make me feel what's deep inside
I want to feel the Christmas spirit
I want shepherds to abide
A Christmas film is something
I want to sit and watch each year
I want to understand what they are saying
I want the message to be clear
Entertain me, make me feel it
Films traditional and new
I want to travel backwards
To remember Christmas past....don't you
A real good Christmas movie
Brings memories into my mind
Of sitting down with Grandpa
Things Hallmark doesn't find
So, even though it starts a fire
No matter what you see
It may be a Christmas film to you
But, it may not be to me
When I was young, I loved to see
The Carry On films on TV.
Their humour risqué, slapstick, fun,
And every line a clever pun.
With Kenneth Williams, Sid James,
And Hattie Jacques: all household names.
In hospital, a camp or fort,
The Carry On team looked for sport.
I think of them and start to smile;
I miss their zany madcap style.
Jack Horne
The Carry On films for Michael’s contest
ROAD FILMS
two blokes
with jokes
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China seems to say at all times
Great Movie sprouts from The Cheap Crime’s;
From kicked persons who could kick back;
From nimble moves that didn’t slack;
A herald of breathless combats
And plain request men turn Tomcats,
End victory to Innocence,
Because that’s about what makes sense…
America longs to be god
By always checking every odd,
No space granting “” stereotype
That could off dollars from hands wipe…
Yet, sometimes, their pistols are heard,
Now not by Cowboys with their herd,
A badly stretched distanced mother
Ready finally for murder…
It’s an amazing spreading-out
By a unit which hates to rules flout;
In some films makes sure few guns shout
And for best actors for roles scout…
Picture an industry aware
You don’t image sell like a ware.
A movie’s like a novel
With a vista to explore
Which, assuming it’s a good one,
Leaves you wanting even more.
Yet I’ve recently discovered
Something else that quite transports –
It’s a genre that at film fests
Is referred to as “the shorts.”
Several films are shown together
For an hour and a half,
An assemblage that’s so varied
You may cry or scream or laugh.
Every subject matter’s different;
All the settings are, as well
And each film’s uniqueness feels
Like the director’s cast a spell.
Yet just like a full-length feature,
Each short gem seems quite complete
And, when viewed as a collection,
It’s a cinematic treat.
(inspired by CIFF – the Cleveland
International Film Festival)
CHAPLIN
no sound
around
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developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition.
I went to the Hollywood studio meeting
Paul, Steve and Sandy gave me a warm greeting
I was there to advise them, hired from Spain
My motto in business was no pain, no gain
So we sat down to the business at hand
Their movies were sinking, like stones in quicksand.
"How about a cowboy movie," I said...
"Good guys and bad guys with the latter shot dead!"
A gasp of wonder spread to them all
"Why didn't we think of that?" said Paul
Said Sandy, who though rich, struck me as obtuse
"It has to be woke, it must have juice
The cowboy, we'll call him Abdul McPherson
No, wait, we should refer to him as a CowPerson
His love interest should be black or brown
A birthing person, the soul of the town
The villains name could be Donald McKnight
A Donald Trump stand-in, got to be white."
"Wait," said Steve, "cis-male is a relic."
Abdul should be tender, gender-fluid and angelic."
Steve looked at his reflection in the table of mahogany
Added "How about hints of consensual non-monogamy?"
Sandy said "No! We must push the edge with our fans!
Every character, even the horse, must be trans!"
I was sarcastic, I said "for a true creative spark
We know Spielberg had a hit long ago about a shark,
Maybe stick one in the film, somewhere in the sagebrush
A gasp spread around the table, an awestruck hush
Paul shouted, "that's it! Cowperson versus Jaws!
A fable about transgressing natures laws!
Lets start shooting tomorrow, drop that Batman remake:
With this kind of theme, we can't make a mistake!"
Despite guaranteed payment, I was feeling sick
I already knew there was no hope for this flick
But they got so thrilled, they made their bet
Sunk investor millions, their studio further in debt.
I gathered my fees, went back to Spain
And "Cowperson versus Jaws" circled down the drain
To my horror in the credits, they mentioned my name
I was jeered in Madrid, couldn't face the shame.
Paul, Steve and Sandy did fine at the bank
Woke investors kept funding, though the movie stank
Though audiences felt under a dentist's drill
The Critics said the movie was epic, groundbreaking, a thrill.
Geologists say that one day, California will fall into the sea
Its already happened; Hollywood is a parody
Showdown at Noon but no Gary Cooper, can't find John Wayne
Woke Bandits have stolen the gold off the movie train.
films are made just to amuse,
those who don't wan't can refuse.
I love films based on moral values,
but those who don't like please don't accuse.
those who don't like films at all,
I want to make them from a building to fall.
most of the films are moral giving,
which arises some sort of feeling.
some film-morals are obstinate,
through these films, actors make their fate.
some films on box office are very lusty,
while some for publicity are thirsty.
some films are hit,
and some are not fit.
so here are my views that I wanted to express,
those who don't like please do not supress.
LAUREL OR HARDY
old fool
so cool
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developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition.
BONNIE+CLYDE
too snide
both died
NOTE:A footle is a two line lines,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition.
What colors, what emotions, what achievements?
The trees wishing the flowers bloomed better
The flowers clueless about what trees speak of
The flowers face the sky and only one question to ask
What is love?
If I wish for it and open my arms wide enough for it to fit,
Will you shower them at me and maybe then I shall learn to feel
Is it like the happiness when you walk through the fields of tulips?
Or is it like a cold droplet of rain on a sunny day
Is it in the cries of the night or in the warm whispers of the pillows that narrate your dreams
If yes then I shall force myself to sleep, hear the cries, wait for the rain to arrive and drown at the touch of tulips
Just a hint at what it is and I shall tear the realms of all worlds to be chasing that feeling
When the flowers never knew they could bloom of love, how can the trees throw their mere worthless words and sound petty
What right do trees have if they walked away when the flowers needed shade from the scorching sun
What is love?
If it is love only because the flower is tied to the tree then love is just an emotion sent from hell
Poets, Films, Photos, Belongings and Fragrances– they're all liars to me and I stand alone in a war against them. If there is a debt to owe you, I don't want your love.
Until I find a fair love, I shall wait for it
Now, for the trees, the flower shall hate it
Like my Uncle Kevin
Born 1907...
But who might we liken
To this Superb Icon,
In his films large eyeballs rolls?
In minds ever striking
To Today's Actors liking:
Named Robert Morrison,
Its closest: Harrison
Or soldiers' Garrison
But he went for John Wayne!
Trying to get round same stain?
Well, he just couldn't wane;
Only Cancer's last pain...
The Gernini factor
One makes first rate actors
Jolie, Eastwood, John Wayne
The Sun might shine, later Rain...
Films above Two Hundred:
Cause to this Talent dread!
Scoring he was fine goals
With ripe horses, not foals:
Western movies and War
Actions supplying raw!
And Wayne was just cherished
Like he smoking relished
Reading books, watching films,
an endless fascination,
creating anticipation,
with wildfires of imagination.
Judging books, that never works,
with second-hand information,
or based on expectations,
from someone's film adaptation.