Goldberg fiddles, twirling his pastrami
Hears tell of this new Mayor Mamdani
Who would love to say farewell
To the State of Israel
Chicken soup replaced by a tsunami
Girl, how many ashes of baked pictures have
fought the scars you brew from affaire d'honneur
[our routinely arguments]?
Your sister heart fought the noisy lust
the untamed night hone on her shoulder
as she collect the dishes of mockery
& smashes it towards the fireman
that paints the tragedies of conflict.
Girl, when i missed you
I chew memories of you
wreath with enough rancour
that never made it into the pages of your heart;
the goldberg of my sublime tears.
Girl, will you stagger into my dream
& ruin the grief that wake before me
when I'm drunk with my favourite beer
the chatter of 'i miss you?'
These guilty pleasure are taking hold of us
our children will be weeping from the future
with lyrics garnish to blare my ears.
Do the ever get to you
through the touch of the winds
knowing truly that we were wrong?
[Hold/h??ld; transitive verb]
The Unending Love
Let me love you once again
You are the reason I shy
You are the reason I cry
Let me love you once again
Darling you are my sweet crush
You are my teeth & brush
How can I eat without you?
You are my appetite & diet
You are my goldberg my sight
Nothing is more sweeter than you
Bitter salty metallic sour ripened male
Remember Love is not for sale.
Note.Love is blind not the lover.
The Bones
I sometimes sit staring
At an empty page with
With angst in the hollows
Of my stomach, frightened
That I won’t be able to
Fill the space with sage
Words and colorful imagery
Afraid the fountain has run dry
And the muse has skipped town
Leaving me mute and empty
The fear lasts a moment or two
And then I harken back to
Writing Down the Bones and
What genius Natalie Goldberg
Laid out on paper thirty-odd
Years ago in my writing infancy
Put your pen on the paper and
Write anything that comes to you
Don’t lift your pen for ten minutes
Just write, just write, just write
No thoughts of punctuation or topic
And it still works for me most times
Colors and textures bubble up
Momentary flashes of subject matter
Waft up to be inhaled and manifest
Into storylines or poetic notions
And I am grateful to that woman
That Jewish Buddhist Nun for
Writing the book that gave me
The confidence and tools to dare
The gods to keep me quiet when
When I just have to write down
the bones...
She was a terrible lounge bar singer,
had a boyfriend who was a mob gangster;
bang, bang and a man fell dead,
freaking out Delores fled;
for protection she said bye to glamour.
She was hid in a convent as a nun,
and this is where this comedy gets fun;
as a girl born Catholic,
I enjoyed this nun frolic;
she saves the convent and the choir rotten.
_______________________
February 28, 2018
Poetry/Limerick/Delores Van Cartier
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1000-161-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Inspiration- Sister Act, Musical Comedy,
starring Whoopi Goldberg as Sister Mary Clarence
a.k.a. Delores Van Cartier, Lounge Singer
Written for the contest, Favorite Comedy Movie
sponsor, Alexis Y
First Place
Bottom Feeders
Trump thinks that he is hot to trot;
A sinister, atrocious always sought;
We saw first putt;
From team got cut;
Bottom feeders are all he ever caught.
Her last name is Goldberg. Do you
remember rest of her name?
Jim Horn
"THE BLADE OVER THE TAPE"
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
the smoke from
my cigarette finds
love in the sky.
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
Gould plays the
Goldberg Variations.
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
Bukowski's words
find home in
my blood.
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
this coffee
burns my tongue.
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
my tears, my
heartache,
the death of my
soul, seem
nonexistent.
as the breeze
dances on my
face,
the cigarette has
burnt out,
Gould's piano
is silent,
Bukowski's poetry
is done and
the coffee has gotten
cold.
my heartache,
my tears,
the death of my
soul is
back.
reality.
the fight against the
darkness has
been
glorious.
the fight I fight,
still
is.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-16-2016
I Love This!!
From Ghost with Patrick Swazey, Whoopi Goldberg, and Demi Moore
Patrick is a ghost and is after his best friend that had him killed..
Call it just deserts or poetic justice; Patrick figures out how to get revenge on his best friend
turned betrayer, thief and murderer. His best friend's cronies come looking for their money
and he does not have it due to Patrick double crossing him out of the money, earlier. His
murderer is killed and lying dead in the street when hades opens up before Patrick's eyes and
releases demons to take him kicking and screaming to hades.
After hades captures his prey, a bright light from heaven opens the portal to carry Patrick to
his eternal rest on high.
For the best movie scene contest.
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