In the debate between dubbing and subbing
I side with subs to savor the original
mellifluous French, Tamil, Korean, Italian...
Reading the subtitles assists the deaf
and hard of hearing although voiceovers
benefit the blind and vision impaired.
Historically dubbing was employed
by fascist governments to advance
the nationalist agenda. In our own time
the tendency to consider dubbers dumb
implies reading’s the indispensable skill.
My wife reads her mail while watching movies
so she prefers dubs. I admire her mastery
of two idioms simultaneously
but my limited bandwidth favors subs.
Categories:
dubbing, film, french, international, language,
Form: Free verse
I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard,
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!
He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!
Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place,
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these,
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!
26 May 2022
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
dubbing, people,
Form: Rhyme
Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace
And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange;
Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure,
With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth's range.
With their own ears they cannot first-hand hear,
And gauge if wild grapevines solid realities say;
There's always standard hearsay in each sphere,
That defines world’s weightier subjects of the day.
It's the stark lack of depth in these artless geeks
That hatches and pupates corporate hydras’ fads:
Gimmicks-iced shenanigans to sate whims of cads;
Lie-tipped rackets hymned by classist parrot beaks.
They're the distant acquaintance who moans louder
Than the actual first-bereaved's grief-laden shoulder.
You behold the fairy eye riled by wetting garlic wafts,
That gives its tear to one unhurt by the vexing shafts.
Methinks all existence and its rigged veneers would have ceased,
If the few manipulating hucksters on its skewed stage so pleased!
Categories:
dubbing, conflict, discrimination, fashion,
Form: Didactic
When fat people go skinny dipping it's called chunky dunking
Very appropriate I'd say, but kinda nasty such dubbing
Can't all be a skinny-ma-links
At least your body doesn't stink
Fat people don't smell too but I'll let you do the judging
Categories:
dubbing, humor,
Form: Limerick
We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
A different time, a different age
Different class, when you turn back the page
Lets start with the death of one man
The dancer, the catch me if you can
Muhammad Ali
I hear the kids cry “who's he”
The greatest boxer to ever step onto the canvas
We will never see the like again, alas
Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Elvis the King
Doing what they do best, doing their thing
Martina Navratilova, the queen of the lawn
How many times did she win Wimbledon
I could name so many great people from a time long gone
Be it sport, acting or music but now we have none
No characters or charisma with most modern fame
No one that stands out, that you could name
Money is the new god with robotic strategy
Diamond shaped football, that's not for me
The new names of music, garage and rap
Dub step and house, I call it crap
Diana Ross, The rolling Stones
Music that made sense and went right in your bones
What do the young have, that is close to the past
Synthesized dubbing and talking dead fast
We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
Categories:
dubbing, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
So ashamed little Runaway,
Forced into a reluctant escape,
So wistful to remain,
In the solitude of yesterday,
Flesh and bone bonds will breakaway,
But looking back your home still fades away,
Left at the starting line so far away,
A trail of memories will pave the way,
To a gilded dawn of sunless days,
No the brightest future for our little Runaway,
But their majesties have the final say,
Crowned by dishonesty they begin their reign,
Upheaving the ground to force a change,
Residing in mirrored halls to remember the days,
Before paper bills held any sway,
Over our Hallmark lives of paper-meche,
A fragile peace of week long Saturdays,
Our assortment of vanity and frivolity made for a fragrant bouquet,
But IOUs' and eviction notices make for a putrid display,
Dubbing the first of the month as "Mayday",
Halting our fast-forwarded lives on the freeway,
And brought us back to Earth without replay,
Now we gather around the table and pray,
Please God bring us back, yesterday.
Categories:
dubbing, angst, family, father son,
Form: Rhyme
The rooms sit empty, disused as of late.
The worn, wood floors, now, creak without weight.
Halls once sang to the harmony of life;
To the steps of many – socks and sandals, rife.
The halls hum, now, to a different tune;
Soft tunes moving with the motions of the moon.
Still, there are the sounds of feet, near and far;
The feet of mice, little pink things, they are.
Still another step muffles all other.
Soft, padded toes on worn wood, cover
Great distance if needed, wished or wanted.
They are footfalls of a feline, taunted.
Those clever tricksters, also known as mice,
Are smart enough to fool any cat at least twice.
Though cleverness and trickery aren't needed,
Since fun is all that's ever been deeded.
It’s said that “when the cats away, the mice play.”
Well, these mice have never missed a day’s play,
Since their purring friend stays, wholly, at bay
(Dubbing her: The Tabby of the Abbey).
Categories:
dubbing, cat, fun, happy, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Uncountable times,
Strongly blocking SHE from roaming out of the righteous pathway.
Uncountable times,
SHE slip out of the compound SHE set up.
My dear,
How many attempts more do you want?
Do You know,the fruit doesnt taste nice.
Please ,go back.
Please,restrain.
Life,Miserable.Plant a good seed in your dubbing organ and water it.
And Then,life shall lift up your lips.
Categories:
dubbing, dark,
Form: ABC
My heart over-flow with sadness
Having no one else but loneliness
as my partner
For belijorants surround me.
In my heart,
dubbing takes place
Sober I feel for
belijorants surrond me.
A hullabaloo in my head
I feel so humdrum
Why was I humdrumed at?
Maybe they are belijorants.
On a mire I stand
Sinking deep and deep
Loneliness I welcome
For I am sober.
Through a loophole I move
logically lopeared
Unto a maple I grip
A maxim of wickedness.
A megalomaniac I become
faced with mediocrity
A migraine attack I recieve
For belijorants surround me.
Here I am, sober
loneliness I embrace
To obliderate sadness
A motif of jingoism.
Categories:
dubbing, depression, lonely,
Form: Blank verse
~swiping paper machetes
mansions in trees~
~cotton clouds
chasing bees~
how we believed
in imaginary swords
~kill the monster,
save the queen!~
Chinese sparrows speaking english,
~Allies in the sky;
Spies in the cusps of trees~
Monarchies dubbing us King and Queen!
two best friends have no limits
with imagination under our belts
we were one hundred dreams older
than everyone else.
Categories:
dubbing, adventure, childhood, imagination,
Form: Lyric