Best Oscar Poems
A dachshund named Oscar was he,
which adored trick or treating with me,
so I had me some fun
when I sewed a cloth bun,
for a Halloween weenie he’d be.
On his costume I added a trim
mustard yellow, but though he’s not slim,
he’s no Oscar Mayer,
so don’t raise his ire
by taking a bite out of him!
Look at this smile on my face, do I look sad and alone.
With no one to give me love, and no one to call my own.
Can you look into my eyes, see them filled with happiness.
Would you ever realize, my life is in such a mess.
Chorus:
I should be a movie star,
for playing this happy guy.
While holding back all the tears,
trying so hard not to cry.
I should win a gold Oscar,
for the way I’ve lived my life.
While my heart’s in so much pain,
like it’s being cut out with a knife
You know you can’t judge a book, until you’ve read every line.
Or feel how much it hurts, to know you’ll never be mine.
Seems like an eternity, of singing these happy songs.
While trying to fool the world, into thinking nothing’s wrong.
Chorus:
Look at this smile on my face,
do I look sad and alone.
With no one to give me love,
and no one to call my own.
While holding back those tears,
trying so hard not to cry.
They should give me an Oscar,
for playing such a happy guy.
They say if I wait enough, the right one will come along.
True love will one day find me, and I’ll know where I belong
Until that happens my friend…
I’ll put on my smile again…
I’ll laugh and try to pretend…
That I have not reached the end…
They will hand me my Oscar, cause I’m such a happy guy.
Before I knew the day, the time
He’d die,
I came home to him,
My little smile, knowing he’d
Be there, he was always there
Always aware I was his
Defender, his reminder that
Some of us were willing to believe
In his war with intruders
Intruders who were often invisible
Yet, unmistakably real
Like the thunder he accepted
With trembling heart, fear concentrated
It seemed almost a tangible thing,
Even as he squirmed from the peace
Of my arms, where there was
More love that a heart can bear,
Love rushing to his rescue,
When life didn’t seem to care
He knew me when I smiled and
When I cried, saw the darkness
Bipolar draws over the mind,
The soul, and the gentle that a prayer leaves
Behind, he knew me like I know
He would have died to protect me
From the pain of his passing
A pain that embraced me with lasting
Grief, permanent memories
A yearning for the four soft paws,
The echo of howls, the affectionate
Licking, gentling even the worst of doubts
With assurance that love is always
The way to bring music out of the clouds,
Poetry out of the whines,
Breathing hope into the moment
Just before yesterday becomes the memory
That silences the dark
Whispering joy to the heart
Who evokes – his little expression
When stroking him restored some semblance
Of the grace that has always shown me
The truth in his eyes, warm and caring,
Glowing with affection that comes to life
In those whose destiny is service
To those of us who hear the song they sing
Before their hearts grow wings!
If I were an Oscar Meyer donut
Living in a Pacific Island hut
I’d be sweet and sincere
And drink all your light beer
Scruffy beach bum sugar hair like a mutt.
Phileas Fogg's trek
wild globe-trotting travelogue...
fun Passepartout
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Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Cockney flower girl
snobbish phonetics tutor
opposites attract
19th Century
French writer Emile Zola-
defender of truth
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First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
Oscar Leonard Carl Pistorius
Paralympic athlete - victorious
Guilty of homicide
No longer glorified
NOT for contest
05~29~15
heiress on the lam
great romantic comedy. . .
won top five Oscars
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First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
It is way too late to discover
that you can no longer deliver
and after the long, hard years
what remains is wear and tear.
ravages of war
not about heroism. . .
through eyes of schoolboys
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First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
looks at few stars looking in the sky all of of sudden
the red carpet disappear for real as orion will win the stellar
amorous playboy
eighteenth century England
British wry humour
Scarlett, Rhett, Tara
“Fiddle-dee-dee War War War”
~ ‘I don’t give a whoop’
Poet’s note: Okay, okay, you’re right! Rhett Butler didn’t give a “whoop” in the most famous line of Gone With the Wind. If the film censors had their way, it may have ended with a “whoop.” But they didn’t and the rest is history.
Mark Toney © 2018
What reason shuns our born and lifelong vows
to celebrate the lives that sell their souls,
and conscience where a humble heart allows
a hope for furtive thoughts a lost love stole.
While nonchalant, the world forgets its birth
and measures value by another god
whose graven gilded form defies its worth -
the tin is hidden by a gold facade.
Now Hollywood consumes the devil's sheep,
a flock who sacrificed their own sad lives;
upon the crimson carpets where they creep,
each posing in their struggle to survive.
The love that's lost for self within the smiles,
is found before the Heaven's holy trials.