Wannabe film star Donald Duck
With Walt Disney tried his luck.
His antics amused him
Disney used him
A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was
Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green
Or brown, depending on her mood that
Changed faster than traffic lights on
Sunset Boulevard
Between laughter, pain and suspicion
I could see her soul and wide-open eyes
They killed her slowly the famous men
Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond
Forever
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore.
Zen
Love is
A gold coin
That never rust
Visiting my father
I met my brother in the town where he was
on his way to see our father and wanted
me to tag along
He, our dad, lived in an old house and
surprised to see his youngest son also
He brought beer from the kitchen and
my brother and he spoke about labor
politics
I was at the time a communist and had
contempt for those not sharing my faith
After all, I had spent several days at
a hospital in Odessa, where doctors wore
tall white hats, a chef would envy
My father avoided looking my way
I sat reading a newspaper, looking him over
He was of middle height and still had dark
hair, slim, I wondered if he was a kven
The first time I saw him in 1948, he was
drunk gave me a bar of chocolate with
photo of a female film star inside the wrapper
He was much older now, rolled hand-made
cigarettes and had a cough
That was the last time I met my father
when he died at seventy-five, I was as
usual absent
Raj Kapoor, A Bollywood immortal film star,
His movies had a deep impact on audience,
Nargis, was his favorite heroin,
I thought she was his wife.
There once was a man from Bombay,
Who danced in a silly and wild way.
With a wig on his head,
And a grin so widespread,
He made everyone laugh
He created a film industry dynasty,
Even now, his grandson and granddaughters dominate the film industry,
There was a myth, if your last name is not Kapoor,
You cannot become a heart throb film star.
Hush, my little film star, don’t you talk;
Daddy’s gonna buy you some shares of stock.
If those shares of stock go bust,
Daddy’s gonna buy you a car you’ll lust.
When that car won’t hold a charge,
Daddy’ll get a diamond nice and large.
Seems paying for a film star’s not the sin;
Only when the film star brings it up again.
I don’t have a basement
there’s no hills here to run to
no caves for miles around
haven’t stockpiled tins of beans
or tomatoes
or peach slices
panic buying hasn’t been bought
no guns no knives
except cutlery
and I’m not a film star
getting out of impossibilities
saving the world with nice teeth
so I guess I’ll just stay in bed
or pull up a chair
watching it all eating crisps
The Withernwick Ramblers Skiffle Group
Not exactly an enterprising name
But we did however have
One unique claim to fame.
We accompanied Audrey Hepburn,
Famous Film Star, yes that’s the one
That elfin faced great actress
Now so very sadly gone,
The Six Five SpeciaL National Skiffle Contest
The only one there’s ever been
Heats at the Star Cinema Hornsea and
We were behind the Silver Screen
The film was War and Peace
Saturday afternoon Matinee showing
And our last rehearsal
Before the heats got going.
So, we accompanied Audrey Hepburn
But I don’t suppose she ever knew
About those four Yorkshire lads
Murdering Worried Man Blues
We came fifth out of four
But that was outdone by by far
By the fact that we’d in theory
Accompanied a Hollywood Star.
He was most handsome, blond?
and glamorous,?
everyone said so.?
?
While in repose?
her face was dull and unremarkable,?
yet when her features were animated?
they shone transcendent,?
the light of her?
made all drift to her aura.?
?
When he with his film-star looks?
did grin or simper,?
perceptive folks saw only?
the rainbow colors of a baboons backside.
?
Oddly enough they wed each other?
only to produce offspring,?
having neither light, nor presence.?
?
When those progeny, full grown,?
did turn away from any tête-à-tête,?
they left no colorful residue?
at all.
To ward off those germs from afar
I’m using a tatty old bra
It can’t be a task
To make a face mask
I’ll model it like a film star!
But sewing skills, none to be had -
My home made mask looks very bad
No way does it fit
I look a right tit
My husband won’t wear his, I’m glad!
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
04/27/20
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart,
She has all the words and the biggest smile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Just one look, and I fall apart;
I would gladly travel a hundred miles.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
Mona Lisa, move aside—this girl’s a real work of art,
Her looks, well, they just beguile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Her personality is truly off the charts,
You only meet such charm once in a while.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
You play Josephine, and I will be Bonaparte—
Who would not want to walk you down a church aisle?
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Bacall film-star looks—if only I was Bogart!
She’s got film-star style, film-star smile.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
He was no Alfred
The war was over my father was coming home from the sea
he had chocolate bars, and inside one there was a picture of a film star
propaganda is not new- my picture was of Clark Able
I remember the bar of chocolate as being a bit stale, but sweet.
I was in bed at the time, was pale and thing suffering from tuberculosis
my old man looked aghast and said; is this son?
A furious argument erupted, my father had to leave, never saw him again
except on the bus going into town, he sat there crying
and I left to avoid the embarrassment.
But this was years before I met Alfred, who refuses to be my father.
Life Didn’t Exist Without Nicks
Written: by Miracle Man
8/19/2017
Life’s been loaded with a myriad of glitches,
I’m considering the use of the moniker scar.
Twenty times in life I’ve experienced stitches,
So I’ll never be mistaken for some film star.
If fewer than three sutures they don’t count,
Or the broken bones and assortment of flays.
It began at fourteen and with age would mount,
I’m just an old dog that had a few rough days.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day .
You put that glint in my eye and a smile on my face.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
You're the girl of my dreams my ideal castaway.
Those smiles that you give me, your just ace.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day.
You're the moon and the stars reflected on a wind swept bay.
In a race for my heart you would always get first place.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
I would walk on hot coals from here to Bombay.
To be by your side, and see that smile, face to face.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day.
People may frown but you'll be mine one day.
Your my favourite member of the human race.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
I would whisk you off your feet and take you away .
And every day your beauty I would showcase.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day .
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
MATURING
Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper.
The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared,
Like a B-film star at the Oscars,
And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained.
Today, I began to climb a mud puddle,
Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness
Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters
Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster.
Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco,
Riding the turbulence with ease and poise
Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice
Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me.
April 26,2016
Entered in free verse, judged 5/2
Would run you a hot bath
Bubbles up to your chin
Bottle of wine chilling
If you'd let me win
Would ask a sexy hunk
To sponge your back
Say sweet words in your ears
Bet you'd like that
Please can I win.
After the bath a nice massage,
By A film star lookalike
Any extras can be charged
Wink wink now can I win
Can make a video or two
You as the dream girl
A leading man with a bit of rough
Being sensual with you
Please please let me win
How about a two seater sports car
With a lean mean chauffeur
He can take you far
Journey of your own making
Please make my poem a star.
When your day is through
You can go on having fun
In a big bed for two
Now can I have that crown
One more trick up my sleeve
Would you like a Pentax 645x Camera to keep
I understand it's not cheap
But would be worth buying you,
if you let me win.
Penned 25 September 2015
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