Best Showbiz Poems
(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was grinning. If u google llamas perhaps then u will understand what I mean)
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky , stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any showbiz dromedary drama?
Ah yes, he does look handsome, do come have a view
of this fuzzy, comedy dromedary beau!
Send in the paparazzi, for he's already saying cheese
But he prefers his own kind, send in some lady llamas please.
Hey, like humans, llamas can stick their tongues out and spit to express displeasure
So keep your distance from angry ones or you will regret the mismeasure
The one I see in the picture is a cool llama teenaager
but he's no teeny-bopper, for he's a teetotaller
as no one ever saw him
with a bottle of gin or lager!
Love at first bite
Lustfully he grins, devotedly she stares,
A scene awfully to familiar in the showbiz of life.
Starring, a veteran actor and naïve lass with a body full of strife.
Yes, her body is rebellious but her apparent eyes leave her soul bare.
Her body could make no false decisions as it moves seductively.
Decisions that attract both timid and masculine spectators,
Lurking in the shadows, tamely veiled like domestic predators,
Bearing intentions set out objectively.
Before she could put her guards up, she`s knocked off her feet,
Obediently invaded by thorn stem roses,
With sweet scented poses.
It was the making of a perfect scene, a flawless hit.
The camera stopped rolling; the lead actor was no more.
There were no goodbyes, only a residue remained when he left.
She searched the vacant chambers of her heart, she`d been a victim of theft.
Suddenly her limbs were rhythm-less, she was engulfed by the floor.
What she savoured was the bitter fruit of spite,
Contracted, from love at first bite.
11/28/16
Thrive survive and live
It is what it is
A day of nothing or success using sieves
Carbonation in the soda pop making it fizz
Distinguished areas for hers and his
Individuals involved or infatuated with the showbiz
Don't get in a tizz
Some just take and or give
The planet spins
Life with cartilage and fins swims
Strikes, splits and gutterballs in lanes with bowling pins
Rooms for rent available at inns
Breath mints in tins
Boys and girls occasionally born as twins
Music made with all instruments even violins
Sports and games played with javelins
At church they'll sing hymns
Sometimes you'll need a membership to certain gyms
Whole milk, soy and skim
Going out on a limb
And off a whim
You either lose draw or win
Even if it's only by a smidge
Another opportunity and day begins
Going from light to dim
Above and below the ridge
On either side of the bridge
Help out your kin
Especially when times are grim
Low to high bids
Placed on items
Waters fished for nearly everything, including squid
Due to road conditions, speed and a loss of control, the car slid
Around the corner and the tires started to skid
Recently or way back when
People have disappeared off the grid
No idea all that you or I have did
And the same could be said for where we've been
By: Dalton Ogletree
If you have not been circumcised,
get one quick and have it televised;
what normally is seen as an outrage
if rightly done is an act of courage.
Show a good image, a happy family,
and avoid any extra-curricular activity,
then always make lying as your guide
but do it like there is nothing to hide.
Don't worry about having bad breath,
it would not cause your political death;
it will make you seem more human,
just brush after the election is done.
So hard to really know what to believe
on news presented to us every day;
as if our world's divided into two
opposing groups interpreting each fact-
and truth lies hidden in a misty fog.
In bygone days, old movie theaters brought
us news on film before the featured show
to be the only way shown on a screen.
With no confusion, what was right or wrong;
commitment to believe was held by most.
Then, later on, TV gave instant news-
not then presented as a drama show
competing for high ratings as the goal.
Unbiased, basic facts to us were served-
devoid of changing them to showbiz art.
Belief is shattered by the news today;
our media so quickly spins reports.
The competition with each other steals
one-upmanship to push their biased facts.
Believe- a word not honored in our thoughts.
March 5, 2023
Contest: B--Forms and Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Chosen Word: Believe
Muse - Unintended - ??????? ?? ???????/Muse Unintended Russian translation
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Before you...
(c) Muse (Matthew Bellamy) , 'Showbiz' album
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Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat'
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Pervaja vsjo razrushala -
Vse mechty i zvuk garmonij,
Ej ne dotjanut'sja do tebja.
Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat' -
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
(?) Matthew Bellamy translated by Maryna Tchianova in 2018
Maybe we can put the thing to rest
with nary an amount of protest:
I dare say politics at its best
is but a popularity contest.
Rule 1, always be in the top news
and if attacked do not be nervous;
remember that what it takes to win
is a boundless talent to spin.
Lie if you must, it’s perfectly okay,
you can't last unless you're a phony,
say you are a savior or something,
sky’s the limit in politicking.
Inexperienced? not a big problem!
hire a tested media-savvy team;
don’t worry about grasp on issues,
just flip-flop to have a wider view.
So what if you have no character?
you know it does not really matter;
what is required is to talk nonstop
to rocket all the way to the top.
Politics is no more than showbiz -
TV interviews, talk shows and glitz;
wait! charisma will do wonders too
like it did for that monkey at the zoo.
Hollywood couples in their own dramatic way
Are like characters in a Shakespearean play
To be or not to be
That was the question you see
When they first met on the set of the "Anthony and Cleopatra" movie
But it was double double toil and trouble
When their romance began to bubble
She was a beautiful and glamorous star
Admired by fans from near and far
But their relationship was like a war
Leaving them wounded,with emotional scars
He loved his women and his booze
Painkillers is what she liked to use
They both seemed to have the blues
They would have nasty breakups
Then he would buy her million dollar diamonds to make up
Though his love for her was deep
She was not his to keep
They got married , then divorced
Then they remarried, of course
that one ended too, just like the first
He played many parts in his career in showbiz
But the best part he ever had was being married to Liz
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Richard Burton And Elizabeth Taylor
I established a rapport
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the way to the blank
Hell has its saints too
my food chain has a dog on one end
pet my good luck hump if you must
or my scarred and bleeding shins
the Siberian delegate exhales belligerently
after exterminating the wooly mammoth
humanity is the only species
counting the days
badly trained by fire ants and monkey uncles
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a below zero safe deposit box
hmm that won't grip the road either
separated at birth by a faulty wall socket
while descending through the atmospherics
with a license to lounge
upon the mules of creation
like butter through hunger
only in your head holy man
expletives erupted from his throat
making antic come here gestures
while camping under Bigfoot's foot
a sea of irritants sending messages
through my lawyers Rugburn & Nosebleed
you vampires should be in bed at this hour
if only because monotony generates subtlety
we played 'em right into the net
sent the boys off on a Nanking holiday
to animate something foul and oafish
that's now clogging the sewers
kill the spankers slit their throats
like the moon through a windy fog
one thing blending into another
fueling up with ignorance again
but I don't see how we could wreak hell
any more than the universe
already buggering ahead does
even with bear claws over our hands
for protection or decor
like a hotel banquet ice carver
in an encounter with the Dancing Strumpets
anti-inert at least
his frozen uncertainty runneth over
in a renunciation of befuddlement
by the often pillaged soul
living a farcical incoherent nightmare
slammed through the one chance swinging gate
and went clomping into showbiz
with a gypsy clan of Yiddish fiddlers
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
EQUAL TIME FOR NEWTON AND MY FRIEND LEE
My friend Lee is a cool guy, sees UFOs in the sky;
And he’s allowed time at his job in the burger-bar
To think where the great secrets of science lie.
When flipping patties or mixing secret sauce he sees far.
Lee and Newton liked to study falling fruit
But Newt did it two hundred years before Lee.
Why does he get credit? Let’s examine the root:
He’s older than Lee - it’s easy to see
That this is reverse ageism. Lee’s ignored cos he’s young.
We scientists must stick together, young and old
Giving equal credit to heroes as well as heroes-unsung.
And sharing names and ideas, complicated and bold.
After all he was no great genius, the old apple-gent.
Took him years to grasp gravity; took Lee two days.
Ok, Newt didn’t have a computer or other equipment
But as Lee said, he’d loads of apples to find gravity’s ways.
Equality demands that sci-books refer to Lee’s Laws of Motion;
Telescopes will be Lee Refractors; forces measured in lees.
And there’ll be movie, music and showbiz commotion
About Tommy Newton Jones, Newton Marvin, and Jerry Newton Lewis
Charlie the chimp lay in the grass and felt a bit displeased
while the rest of his group screeched and climbed and played,
swinging about and chasing one another in the trees
sniffing the bottoms of the friends they'd made.
But Charlie, being brighter. made an outcast of himself
sadly he had done this by his own choice,
his friends who'd had enough, had now all left him on the shelf,
and all this because of his different voice.
He'd made a big mistake when visitors each day all came,
of learning all the things families said,
and now instead of him just screaming out 'Ah! Ah! Ah!Ah!,
and 'Ooh! Ooh!' he'd say 'good morning' instead.
By the end of summer season his human vocabulary
was heading for at least three thousand words,
sat every night alone atop his favourite Baobab tree.
these phrases practised where nobody heard.
The wind was gusting really strong on one particular night
and into his enclosure something blew,
turned out to be the main pages of the Washington Post
and also inside it, the showbiz review.
His reading skills he'd absorbed were now getting pretty good,
he'd read all of the stuff he thought worth knowing,
The Senate said Obamacare's not working like it should,
and the Amazon rainforest's slowly going.
In a photo of a Primate called Bieber he wondered why
his top half oddly has no body hair,
but maybe that explains why there's no females standing by
to pick off any fleas they might find there.
Alpha male tore Charlie's paper, coz he wouldn't give a hug
and so Charlie went and told him to 'get bent',
then he sat up in the treetops with a grin and feeling smug,
since he knew none of them knew just what that meant.
6th September 2016,
for contest 'Animal antics', sponsor Shadow Hamilton
"The Human Factor"
by: Eric L. Boddie
The greatest mystery of Life
From beginning throughout until the end
There are points along the line
That we all submit to sin
Just think about it....
We are supposed to Give Him The Glory, but have you ever bragged a little too much
We are not supposed to lust, but have you ever longed for another's touch
We are not supposed to hate, but how do you feel about people who hurt the kids
We are not supposed to envy, but have you ever wanted to be like someone in showbiz
We are not supposed to lie, but have you ever withheld the truth
We are not supposed to judge, but have you ever found yourself looking for proof
We are supposed to Love our neighbor, but have you ever rejected someone as a friend
And Wrath Is Reserved For God, but have you ever taken some measure of revenge
The Word Says we are not worthy
That's the truth no man can deny
It's the human factor that makes us imperfect
But because of Jesus, we still must Try....
reality TV
isn't really groovy
except for Cops that is
for that is real showbiz
I’m ready to take a stand under clear skies and over green fields
You will come with your army of a thousand
Ill come with my army of one
Anger and hatred leeks from your mouth like venom fire
Infecting the minds of thoughts unaware of the snake bite
But I’m the snake catcher
Ill grab you all by the head
And one by one milk the venom from your fangs till their only use is for showbiz
A massacre
Massacre thousands on green fields stand velvet red with the blood of small minded hate spiting racist pig heads
So bring your guns
Bring your knifes
Bombs
And bring your children
To witness the truth
I’m bullet proof
My legend the really arm that be the demise of your brain
Yet the light that fills your children’s eyes
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no whiz,
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
heard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!