We all lined up to kiss the ring of Godfather Vampire
He is like the king and president, except a bit higher
When you want a favor, he is the one to ask
He can get much done, he is an expert at a task
He was aloof a bit, but that is to be expected
We gave tributes to him, which his entourage inspected
One gave him a nod, so my wish might get granted, I think.
I left the hall, feeling optimistic, my attitude in the pink.
the voice on record that repeats
I'm haunted from a sway to a croon
a phantasm that comes now speaking softly love
cracks through my face first then onto the floor
I'm haunted from a sway to a croon
as the crystal china with my cadence falls
cracks through my face first then onto the floor
I'm kneeling to get cool
as the crystal china with my cadence falls
the winecolored days lost where
I'm kneeling to get cool
this tender and trembling moment's strain
the winecolored days lost where
drinking the shivers left on your glass,
this tender and trembling moment's strain,
within its magic foams
drinking the shivers left on your glass,
a phantasm that comes now speaking softly love
within its magic foams
the voice on record that repeats
~ inspired by the song, "Speak Softly Love"
by Andy Williams, theme of movie, "The Godfather"
I remember.
Your eyes and your velvet,
and the half open gate...
I remember.
Old fashion perfume,
mistaken roses, carnations and whatnots...
I remember.
The music and the half burnt candles
and the way you looked at my that day
as if you knew...
that I would never see you this Earth,
ever again.
A Godfather, often vague
Says Belated HBD, Craig
Not because you matter less
But because I was careless
The first birthday without your Dad
Made perhaps a day,sad
God has a plan for sure
To keep our hearts and minds pure
With all my love,right
To my only God child a wish, bright
A day full of cheer and laughter
To celebrate a whole four days after
Father.
How could you prepare me for war
so gently,
as if teaching how flowers should be picked?
A monstrous man was he
Broad shoulders and weighing a ton
Stood as tall as a cedar tree
What kind of a man was he?
He had wonderful stories to tell
Of his youth and when times were swell
A passion for food and a bottle of booze
He sat in his chair slowly to unwind
His voice was as smooth as whisky
Inside a ferocious tiger waiting to devour
His family he kept at bay, wanted to alone stay
The man to me was a mystery
Heard a lot of painful stories about him
Greed for wealth and neglect of health
He lived life on his own terms
Till he finally bade us farewell
(true feelings none fiction)
Dear Godfather Ernest Pinckerly.
The day you died when I was young was horrible.
My life had changed ever since. The memory of you is like a blur all I remember is your name and being with you from that short moment.
My father came to visit. Before I knew tears and cries of your death happened. Your beautiful white home came to it's silence. My tricycle and playground I left behind and more ,to go live with my older sister I found out about in last minute.
Till this day my life haven't been the same, went through so much since after your death.
My father doesn't speak of you.but I never bother to asked for observing the situation already gave me my answer.
I write this letter to you to release these memories. To let you know I always miss you.
This is my religion
This is my faith
This is my church
This is where I pray
This is where I lay
You are what I seek
For you are the father who gave me birth
My father who art in heaven
Hallowed be the name
Thy kingdom come
The will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
This is my prayer
My cross to bear
For when I reach
Its your love and forgiveness i seek
Such a lazy man
All he does, is sit around,
Doesn't do his job
Godmother does all the work,
He sits around and complains
About kids wanting wishes.
Runs from the kitchen
The commercials are over
Sits on the sofa
Nachos, pretzels, beer, he has
He's looking for the remote
Time to watch the football game.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.5/2006
Hehe My muse is back baby. YEAH!
a renown temple
separate queue for Ladies
child cries for father
Rivers flow
in volumes and refrains
the shadows of black phoebes
chasing waves
as they ripple
in quiet tones
a majestic scenery
tainted by involuntary lullabies
of atonement
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
A table set for three
Permission to be excused
A dish of veal served
Behind the toilet
His revenge is set and planned
Back to the table
He sits in silence
As train passes by, he stands
A table for one
I return my ungratefulness
for all your help and tenderness
that dwarf my potentials from incipient
and i here boast my lament
for you are the pilot of my lameness
a gift and a hope of darkness
the weather is now inclement
for my tall horns of incompetent
for all my walls are build with weakness
i should have known the gladness
of hard work, spend and be spent
but i trust in fig men for a tent
this is your legacy of unfruitfulness
for me to succeed after your likeness
but i reject you today and resillent
because in real world your name has no
reverent
When I noticed the contest backed by John Heck
I just had to enter it, my house is a wreck.
The cleaning can wait I said to myself
My husband, the dinner as well, on the shelf.
A rhyme about movies would be fun to write
I'll sit here all day and maybe all night
Before I remember the last one I saw
Without interruption - was it Joey ZsaZsa?
Godfather Part Three, I remember it well
It was four in the morning. I was in a hotel.
I had seen bits and pieces over the years
Andy Garcia, the Pope, and the tears!
I stayed up all night and had breakfast in bed
Check-out at noon... my eyes filled with dread
Get it together, get packed and get out
And that is the movie that I'll write about!
Now what is the title of this movie poem?
It ended up being about going home.
Four hours of film and all that she wrote
Was a rhyme about check-out that mentioned the Pope.
I'll call it The Godfather, Part Three, the best one.
Since most of you've seen it at least in re-run,
I don't have to go into much more detail
Just copy and paste, push send and e-mail!
I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.
I cannot alter what God has planned,
nor stop sun to shine,
nor stop the rain he’s cast.
So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.
Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.
But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!”
You left me with his everlasting glory.
As time passes, I realize the greatness of
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.
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