Best Theaters Poems
The series "Despicable Me,"
we've flocked to theaters to see.
Wee minions--cute creatures--
and bad guys each features.
To all we respond with great glee.
I never dreamed five years ago
that I would soon dash to and fro
in search of these minions--
in children's opinions,
all treasures. How well I now know!
Some kids possess minions galore:
the one-eyed, the two-eyed, and more.
They giggle and jabber;
"BANANA," some blabber.
Their odd appeal, who could ignore?
My grandson's like other young boys.
For Christmas he craved minion toys.
His loved ones went shopping
for hours, not stopping
till we found gifts he now enjoys.
The minion-themed presents I gave
were puzzles, a cool talking Dave,
a pillow with three guys
with one or two huge eyes.
For these he did hug me and rave.
` I'm glad to say just one thing more:
Fart Blaster, I left at the store!
The child would have driven
me nuts if I'd given
him that thing; but Dave, I adore.
Date posted: February 23, 2016
The rhyming scheme of a limerick is aabba.
In mid-June's heat, we wait inside the bus,
and everyone has said their last goodbyes.
The Moorish boy I’ve come to know is sad.
He says he knows I never will return.
The bus pulls out (his face just fades away).
We pass through streets that now seem not the same
as those that we first rode down when we came
here six short months ago. It seemed so strange!
Madrid, my first impression of you was
how everything seemed dingy and so grey.
But staying here, I found your treasures, and
enjoyed your many charms that I unearthed.
I’ve walked among your people, tasted foods:
paella, soups and pastries and much more.
I’ve visited Retiro Park, seen art
in sculptures on your streets and in museums.
I’ve visited your shops, your restaurants
where dancers of flamenco hypnotize,
your ring for fighting bulls, your theaters;
your streets seem now familiar, almost sweet!
The group I came with, now like family,
chat happily about their going home.
But I alone am missing you, Madrid,
before I even board that giant bird.
Lovers forever tethered to each other
fear, which one, Death, will visit first?
And as time passes, a sadness swells
within their hearts, just thinking about it.
Accepting the inevitability of Death;
triggers apprehension, a very human experience.
And such concerns can overwhelm hearts;
proving love is a two-edged sword.
Memories entertain like-minded minds,
sharing theaters of recognition.
And watching old family films of days gone by;
chuckles recall long-forgotten escapades
of a lifetime of dreams we shared equally.
Having lived full lives with no regrets
two half souls fused into one;
warmly wrapped in a blanket of love.
Thoughts tend to drift to yesteryears
to offset the tide of tears
that start to ebb and flow as the years unfold.
The question of who will die first
fuels fears of uncertainty within conjoined hearts.
When my time comes to pass, I'll close my eyes,
let out a breath, and, with a sigh, slip away!
Dying's not the scary part;
leaving my soulmate behind, is!
Written: February: 06, 2024
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Peaceful solitude,
letting exit of daily routine,
surrender to peace,
deep breathing calms the spirit,
relax tight muscles,
exhaling painlessly,
away from extraneous impacts,
falling into happiness.
Our palms are extended,
only a few inches away,
approach the
shrouded sanctum,
excitedly expecting,
the lavish outpour,
with the cherubs,
leap forward,
our contaminated chalice,
we shed transgressions,
slithering veneer,
digging for who we are,
out of the covetous quagmire.
Gradually into an ecstatic reverie,
where time and space are muffled,
mental symphony, being level and quiet,
quietness says volumes,
rich and calming,
controlling all noises,
who enters my head?
stillness grows inside,
permeating every bodily fiber,
magically interacting within,
so aged things may be rejuvenated,
a baffling land that hides delight,
swaying daisy petals and soft skin,
circles of cutlery.
Colorful smells scent them
pasted text paralysis,
capture lovely theaters,
subtle care cracks,
juxtaposed with colors and rich smells,
falling and reveling.
"If truth is stranger than fiction, you need to take a stroll inside my dreams!"- by me
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Whole histories I need not hear.
But juicy tidbits I love well.
You can whisper them in my ear.
Books are a joy I love to read.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Non-fiction or science – no need!
On the swell of romance I’ll sail.
Give me drama. Spare no detail -
good movies to both hear and see.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
At theaters I love to be.
I fall to sleep and my mind weaves
thrilling things. It never grows stale
what imagination conceives!
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
April 23, 2023
For Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The planes were lined up in a queue,
A reminder of something I knew.
They awaited permission
Like at intermission
In theaters outside of the loo.
One by one each one skyward immersed
As the rest inched up closer to first
But like women in line
Still not given the sign
There were tempers (and bladders!) to burst.
They restricted celebrations,
forget your relations.
They restricted travel,
watched families unravel.
They restricted purchases,
no provided services.
They closed the schools,
those were the new rules.
They closed the churches,
no Sunday soul searches.
They closed the gyms
and the flab begins.
They closed the restaurants,
forget sweet tooth wants.
They closed the theaters,
no full-length features.
They closed retail stores,
no welcoming doors.
They closed the bars,
murmurs of wars.
Society accepted it as well as they could,
as everyone felt the need to be good.
But then they closed the brothel –
an act so heinously hostile –
What? You call that a plan!
That’s when the fight began.
I’m quirky; that’s just how I love to be.
I don’t think many people are like me.
The things I like most, I turn them into
obsessions which, without fail, I must do!
New movies weekly I have got to see.
I’m quirky; that’s just how I love to be.
Movies at theaters on a big screen!
This habit I’ve had since I was a teen.
I have collections, and how each one grows!
Old records, books, knick-knacks, jewelry and clothes,
and some of them span half a century.
I’m quirky; that’s just how I love to be.
Routines I’ve formed for my health and for fun.
Each week I can barely get them all done.
From skin care - to diet - to poetry,
I’m quirky; that’s just how I love to be!
Feb. 14, 2018 for Madison Demetros' Quirky Contest
The mind of God
populates a universe
there is no distance between
the maker and the made
the expression and the source –
The Almighty speaks
and the sum of Him listens –
responds with creative elegance
we are designed by The Master
formed by the grace of His
Generous Heart, in the studio
of His Divine Nature
Love is His Template
love moves the brush
that blushes and highlights
Love sculpts and contours
refines and presents
The Forger of all canvases
and their gold-leaf frames –
the Architect of breath-full theaters, our
adorned castles of enchanting showcase
we inhabit, exalt, and are blessed to
personally proclaim –
we are living portraits...may
we animate, promoting deep
respect for the Munificent Artist of All
Being – Our Daily Bread! Amen.
We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!
Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.
I owned lots of lovely dresses;
Had the acquaintance of princesses!
Each day we made the society page.
Our lives were quite the rage.
A blur of operas, theaters, concerts;
We were socially witty, always pert.
Committed no little social crimes.
Trend setters, we graced The Times.
Day and evening, we painted the town!
Wearily, rosy sunsets went down.
No one will ever forget our names.
Such was our fame!
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
One of our friends, becoming successful, was successful again.
He exclaimed to the World: “I am on CLOUD NINE, my friends!”
In fact: He said it again and again, as we helped celebrate, his win!
It was GREAT! Tho actually, hard work had changed, what had been.
But Dragon was to young to know that, or what it REALLY did mean.
That it was the result of very hard work, building upon so many things.
It had been built, from the steady bringing to life, a lifetime, of dreams.
Indeed, all Dragon heard, of all said, was what that cloud, could bring.
Yep! Only that wonderful and illustrious Cloud Nine, from over head.
Dragon wanted to find it TOOT SWEET! But the clouds had all fled!
What would he do? We told him to Google it with Grandpa Troll.
Instead he found Love Potion #9, but that is for another poetry stroll.
Dragon decided to go aloft fast, as clouds were forming, finally, at last!
Counting clouds he went into the air, but cloud #9 was over, the airport!
OH YES! And inside Cloud #9 he hit a plane. Yes, Dragon had made…
Himself into an interesting plane hood ornament! You might say.
PRICELESS! Dragon was now bugging up, the windshield of a plane!
And guess what? It was a sightseeing plane made, for all, to see Dragon!
Yes, a plane full of tourists filmed it all, including Dragons’ caboose!
Which wasn’t small and hanging past the windows with viewing for all.
The name on the plane was, surprisingly enough, “Cloud Nine Tours”.
I think THAT said it all! Yes, our Friend owned it! Now you understand.
He planned for all, to view and film Dragons blunders from, safely aloft.
I hear, together, they were able to make a disaster movie, par excellent!
WAY BETTER than all the Sharknados’, and it will be at theaters soon!
Oh! And don’t be surprised, when I say: It was again a great News Day.
Even this time, from high up in the skies, and we laughed, until we cried!
Even Dragon, who became a Hero, as he brought the plane safely down!
What! And if, you thought he could ONLY be, a crazy, young clown…
I’ll tell you: A Greater and more Interesting HERO, will never be found!
Written 8-27-2015
The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems that when two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman) met
while they were in middle school and/or high school, it was love at first sight. And when
two people met before, during, and after the 1700s until the 1930s, it was a life-changing
moment for the then teen lovebirds. All young relationships were way before these people
were born, even me. Everybody knows what their lives were like when they were teenagers
and before they had passed on. Not only is young love an amazing thing, but what all of us
will have learned about serious relationships among all of the then-teenagers back in the
1700s, the 1800, the 1900s, and the 1930s is that they didn't take each other for granted
and stuff. But back in the day, when these people were teenagers, there were no movie
theaters, no malls, or any of that stuff. It looks like that even if they had gone to see
the full moon at night or a functioning or whatever, at least they had a great time. But
now that they're not teenagers anymore, then they'll have to tell their grandchildren,
their great-grandchildren, and their great-great-grandchildren about the day they met and
fell in love. And with that being said, young love is about to bring all would-be couples
together in the future.
Watch the lights
Watch the circus
Circus of dreams
Circus of dream’s illusions
Illusions etched in the mind
Illusions from false grandeur
Grandeur bites reality
Grandeur wields puppets
Puppets of hardened men
Puppets clutched unto ropes
Ropes thick as curtains
Ropes opening dark theaters
Theaters for crowds lonely
Theaters booming
Booming under walls
Booming down on grim faces
Faces acting joyful
Faces with masks
Masks for sunken tears
Masks for rich donors
Donors in need
Donors in shadows lost
Lost among hours farce
Lost through bottomless time
Time a vagrant
Time grating a heart
Heart colder than rock
Heart numb to love
Love that is endearing
Love that can touch
Touch a moon beneath the rain
Touch an air of laughter
Laughter down from the belly
Laughter from a special one
One who gives openly
One who delights in wonder
Wonder of new journeys
Wonder of sorrow
Sorrow lifting faith
Sorrow healing bleak nights
Nights without masquerades
Nights without dead flowers
Flowers naturally awake
Flowers aflame
Aflame and not below weeds
Aflame with life
Life spilling breath that abides
Life drifting with its god
God...
Abides..
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Debbie Guzzi's Down Under
Blitz
9/4/2015
The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.