Documentary Poems - Poems about Documentary

Samantha, my cat, put on her glasses and sat by the tv today.. Besides being cute she's very astute at keeping winter blues at bay.. When she can't find her pen, she'll turn on CNN and see what their commentators say, but it's really not her turf so other channels she'd surf, until she saw some thing okay.. Samantha found the Migration of Birds...

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I step inside Walmart with no pep today is silent with hardly any talk there waiting for me to put in cent’s surprised, yeah one shouts not a penny a penny I will give them for waste of wait time and effort not a new shiny one but a old dirty one he’s heading home tomorrow we know he won’t be out complete dirty work...

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It’s December on the docks But I’m dressed for July And I’m shivering and cold Under a bleak winter sky. There’s just piles of rubble Where Chandlers stores stood Homeless folk are gathered Around bonfires of wood. An old Fridge Freezer lies Among bricks, dust and weeds, Already a fly dumping ground It seems rubbish just breeds. An old mattress on the road Has been set...

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Currently watching a documentary About a successful renowned footballer Who's home life was thus Father beat him on every occasion His mother told him she wished he was never born So he played out at school by means of ill discipline Yet went on to become and make a success of himself And yet i bet he would give up every inch of his success Every goal scored...

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Say Dog See Dog By David J Walker How much easier it would be If dreams came with closed captioning And a laugh-track and perhaps Applause at appropriate intervals A deep-voiced narrator and serious music Could help explain each frame in Historic context of tonight’s documentary And if the editor could include soft dissolves Between transition in scenes I could better...

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OH FATHER WHAT FEAR SONGWRITER: MIGDALIA TORRES OH FATHER - OH FATHER WHAT FEAR - WHAT FEAR ON SEPTEMBER 11,2001 THE TERROR CAME NEAR AS I SAT AND WATCHED HELPLESS I SHED ALL THOSE TEARS, YOU SEE THERE WAS SO MANY PEOPLE CRYING WITH FEAR THE HELL OF THOSE TWO AIRPLANES FIRES HAD MADE THE TWO TWIN TOWERS DISAPPEAR ALL THOSE PEOPLE SCREAMING BROUGHT ABOUT ALL...

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Tribute to Travel to Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy...Documentary Old wood in Manila ,Philippines In a narrow alleyway Old roof collapse Converted into a wall No doors But window panels An old, wooden ladder For stairs Grandma has fallen many a times Climbing up to the second floor To what is her house Her husband and...

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Tribute to “The Tenement” Documentary All I know is fix’ n Sweep’n and mopp’n Wash’n And dust’n I reckon, I’m the only one doing work around here I must raise ‘m up right Even in this South side of Chicago slum Late afternoon children play house Others wheel tires down the sidewalk Daddy’s ears are good for trouble Mama ain’t have’n’ it Say...

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Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary I used to pick pockets And steal tomato at the market place I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city I stop drivers and ask for spare change I usually get a few rupees -25 cents I’m a runaway I feel like I’m eleven, It’s all my...

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New draft Zimbabwe’s Tribute Documentary Zimbabwe’s Forgotten Children Mama will be left behind when I die I’m too sick to survive My education was put to an end When papa had no more to spend We walk over sewage water And sell plastic bottles for cents We eat leafy greens and maze meal We had some money With our papa’s slum shop But they wiped...

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A Tribute to the Documentary “Shelter” Don’t know ‘bout no talking Or no soul search’n But I must thrive , right? Don’t know ‘bout no tears Don’t know ‘bout no fears I done seen too much to cry now I stay shooting for Mars in my veins To the memory of Mamma and Pops Lost to cancer and gun shots Don’t know...

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Defined as dull or lacking luster it became the word they used to speak of O'aho. who's real name was Cephalopod but none would speak of the person with that name. Instead for days, they would look at him and not speak, than one day when his food looked and smelled best, those who ignored him started speaking to him. They defined their acts as...

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Boiling head troublesome desires searching hands open mouth storehouse belly restless limbs curious camera eyes laboratory tongue test tube nostrils and software brain but no device for replay the rich documentary...

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If any of you happen to be Netflix members, you may want to put this on your DVD list. I've never viewed a more touching film that has ever been presented like this. It's titled Billy The Kid but it is NOT about the famous young cowboy legend. It's about a high school boy who struggles with a...

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Tonight on TV A generation defined Radical and loud Where was I back then? Out in the garage painting Trying to make my mark Forming a collage Fragments of experience Quietly plodding The music was on The words fillling up my head Fantasy pressures Yearning to belong Cautious laughing at the jokes Not understanding The rockers look old They have white hair like I do But they are still cool Weathered by the...

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