Everything is a play of the elements
No ratio noticed in this stupid buzz
Only passion, that fails to make sense
Except troubles predated for us
Contradictory rules, badly managed
Each entity maintains their own
Power stands for the power, and savage
Stands for savage with pride overgrown
When these noises are getting too loud
I play music and watch travel films
They lighten my room without sound
Taking me over seas and the hills..
“Have you ever seen
a human heart?
It looks like a fist
wrapped in blood.”
It does, and I have fallen
deeper in love
with the acting
of Clive Owen.
I will learn to live
closer to my close
with myself and those
I welcome
into my intimacy:
the teachers I laugh with,
the sisters whom I cannot
comfort other than
through words
in a flat phone call.
The film ‘Closer’
unnerved me
in college,
before I knew
the primal nature
of romantic relationships.
The tearing dynamics
of cutting conversations
were relentless,
and right in front of me.
I am not Margaret.
I am no longer
“grieving over
Goldengrove
unleaving.”
I don’t come to
all sights “colder”
but it is not
Jennifer
I “mourn for.”
Let me stay safe
and lost, so perfectly
in your labyrinth, Bowie.
I am not Jennifer Connelly.
I am Jennifer Christina.
Two of my sisters are not there,
with you.
One of them
is already in the clouds
of another Labyrinth.
The puppets are not
playful in this
maze.
I choose to forget
the last line,
so, I can keep listening
to your songs,
on repeat.
"It's only forever.
Not long at all."
“Yes, I do believe in you,
yes, I do.”
Stairs, take
me nowhere.
Let me run up and
down, mocking
gravity, and my own
sense of direction.
Flip upside down,
downside up,
and through me.
One of us
is effervescent.
One of us is
singing.
One of us is still
listening.
One of us
is magic.
"Your eyes can be
so cruel.
Just as I can be
so cruel."
Find me, only me,
too intensely.
“Live without the sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
I…I…I… can’t live within you.”
one look full of longing later
in the glow of electric lips
a brush with the unknown...
those were the French films of your youth
your concomitant struggles for love
rambling through the summer heat
gliding in the seaside breeze
down in the deep dead blue
to yearn, to be strangely stranded
among the widowed twin tides
in your sleepy demeanour
still craving your only true friends
white menthol cigarettes and
the angels of the abyss
so follow me in my steps
my unfaithful dreamer
together we’ll disappear
in the groves between the floorboards
Reading books, watching films,
an endless fascination,
creating anticipation,
with wildfires of imagination.
Judging books, that never works,
with second-hand information,
or based on expectations,
from someone's film adaptation.
China seems to say at all times
Great Movie sprouts from The Cheap Crime’s;
From kicked persons who could kick back;
From nimble moves that didn’t slack;
A herald of breathless combats
And plain request men turn Tomcats,
End victory to Innocence,
Because that’s about what makes sense…
America longs to be god
By always checking every odd,
No space granting “” stereotype
That could off dollars from hands wipe…
Yet, sometimes, their pistols are heard,
Now not by Cowboys with their herd,
A badly stretched distanced mother
Ready finally for murder…
It’s an amazing spreading-out
By a unit which hates to rules flout;
In some films makes sure few guns shout
And for best actors for roles scout…
Picture an industry aware
You don’t image sell like a ware.
Amid her degraded,miserable life
in the red light area,
she hummed the songs
of the Hindi films.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror
she dreamt herself as the heroine
of a romantic movie
opposite her favorite star.
Sometimes, she copying the dialogues
and gestures of heroines
from the romantic scenes
of the popular movies,
and thinking herself
as a courtesan seen
in a popular movie.
These filmy,romantic thoughts
often comforted
her youthful life
in the red light district.
Like my Uncle Kevin
Born 1907...
But who might we liken
To this Superb Icon,
In his films large eyeballs rolls?
In minds ever striking
To Today's Actors liking:
Named Robert Morrison,
Its closest: Harrison
Or soldiers' Garrison
But he went for John Wayne!
Trying to get round same stain?
Well, he just couldn't wane;
Only Cancer's last pain...
The Gernini factor
One makes first rate actors
Jolie, Eastwood, John Wayne
The Sun might shine, later Rain...
Films above Two Hundred:
Cause to this Talent dread!
Scoring he was fine goals
With ripe horses, not foals:
Western movies and War
Actions supplying raw!
And Wayne was just cherished
Like he smoking relished
BONNIE+CLYDE
too snide
both died
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LAUREL OR HARDY
old fool
so cool
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CHAPLIN
no sound
around
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ROAD FILMS
two blokes
with jokes
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A movie’s like a novel
With a vista to explore
Which, assuming it’s a good one,
Leaves you wanting even more.
Yet I’ve recently discovered
Something else that quite transports –
It’s a genre that at film fests
Is referred to as “the shorts.”
Several films are shown together
For an hour and a half,
An assemblage that’s so varied
You may cry or scream or laugh.
Every subject matter’s different;
All the settings are, as well
And each film’s uniqueness feels
Like the director’s cast a spell.
Yet just like a full-length feature,
Each short gem seems quite complete
And, when viewed as a collection,
It’s a cinematic treat.
(inspired by CIFF – the Cleveland
International Film Festival)
The conception of computer science leads us to believe,
That the possible digital world inside we should leave;
When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms,
The human-robot may raise many loud alarms.
A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions,
Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption;
To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge,
Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge.
One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence?
But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence;
Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior,
Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior.
Spatial transportation must be used for good and love,
The digital space does not give integrity the shove;
It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws,
To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws.
Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing,
Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing;
Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store,
For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.
When I was young, I loved to see
The Carry On films on TV.
Their humour risqué, slapstick, fun,
And every line a clever pun.
With Kenneth Williams, Sid James,
And Hattie Jacques: all household names.
In hospital, a camp or fort,
The Carry On team looked for sport.
I think of them and start to smile;
I miss their zany madcap style.
Jack Horne
The Carry On films for Michael’s contest
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