Documentary Poems - Poems about Documentary

Documentary Blues to Sugar High

I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta

I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”

I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head

The migration of birds

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

Documentary Ii

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

Documentary

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

Documentary Lights

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

Say Dog See Dog

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

Oh Father What Fear

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

Tribute To Travel To Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy Documentary

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

Tribute To the Tenement Documentary

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

Tribute To the Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary

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

Tribute Documentary Zimbabwes Forgotten Children

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

A Tribute To the Documentary Shelter

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

Shuffa's Assignment

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

Every Human a Documentary

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

A Dvd Documentary

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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