IF LOVERS WE
(To Julia)
`` If lovers we, you and I, who would we be?
W0uld we be William Powell and Myrna Loy,
sophisticates, trading alcoholic quips across the dining room?
Would we be Abelard and Heloise,
lovers doomed, she to a nunnery, and he,
his castrati voice intoning high prayers through the fog
of winter afternoons
Would we be Tom and Valerie Elliott
plunging into a cold madness?
Would we be Bonnie and Clyde,
outlaw lovers, running down country roads
to meet violent death?
Would we be Buster Keaton and the heroine,
he taking a pratfall towards her heart?
Or an average couple, maybe, growing old before the fire,
watching the last dying coals go out?
No, I would be your Robert Browning
and you would be my ‘Lizbeth Barrett--:
you are my poetry, the rhythm and metre of my soul,
you are my painting, the portrait in my mind,
you are my music, my perfect pitch.
It is through you I speak.
Categories:
buster keaton, husband, inspirational love, love,
Form: Free verse
A Scene from Laurel and Hardy
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy,
Slapstick and comical beyond belief.
Legs dangle from bedroom window,
His head stuck, shouting for pain relief.
You’d swear it was Buster Keaton,
Or Charlie Chaplin in farcical capers.
Poor chap trying to rescue my keys,
Cruel observer sent a pic to the papers.
Harold Lloyd could play lead part,
My hero was no Fatty Arbuckle.
In distress I couldn’t help laughing,
Ss and full belly chuckle.
This affair was no silent movie,
Or indeed was it just black and white.
The day I locked myself out,
I’m in now and everything is alright.
Categories:
buster keaton, character, film, funny, silly,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve seen this silent movie reprise:
lips moving, but there’s no sound
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking now
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
fact projectors are taking a break
Charlie Chaplin is speaking now,
telling you all Russia news is fake
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
another silent movie is on the spin
Laugh so hard hearing the false cries,
pantomime lies moving in celluloid skin
Buster Keaton is speaking now,
crying hard listening to palace parody
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
throwing blame elsewhere on somebody
Muted smiles saying everything’s great,
Jean Harlow is speaking now
Secrets meetings at an office matinee,
bad actors wearing wordless frowns
Another silent movie is on the spin ...
listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking again
I’ve seen this silent movie reprise
Categories:
buster keaton, analogy, corruption, political, truth,
Form: Pantoum
Check the slam between P.D. and Green
Bunch of Girls trying to act all mean.
One question to Green your rap sounds like you wiped it on your sleeve
While smoking dope and combing out your $1.50 e bay weave.
“A wham, bam, thank you ma'am”
These raps are from a Buster Keaton silent move made into slam.
P.D., P.D. what’ that really stand for P. drip or puppy dog?
You yelp and call it a bark with your nose buried in S__T like a wart hog.
You both fart in a bottle and call it a storm
It just stink, its runny and luke warm
You thrive on other’s giving you the “Big up” and that’s all
Come to me and you’ll get the biggy small
I dedicate this slam to you from me
I am the main man, top dog, big cheese, king rhino, jungle VIP.
(Enjoyed both your Slams Big up)
Categories:
buster keaton, slam, slam,
Form: Free verse