Tom Cruise as an actor and stunt performer is no chump.
Diminutive, in movies he runs just as fast as Forrest Gump.
Like Jackie Chan, he'll leap off a cliff with a grin on his face -
talk about " Risky Business " - to save the entire human race.
Tangerine tan man masterplan such chumps
Plumps to rain down bombs on Iranian clumps
Logic stumps as facts and pacts again dumps
Throat lumps as fossil fool fuel prices jumps
Getting trumped and thumped at the pumps
Oil barons gloat gazumps.. economy slumps
No cargo due to embargo everything flumps
Even a MAGA fan is now down in the dumps
Grumps got the hump with Mar a Lago frumps
Thicker than Forrest Gump deadlier than mumps
All of my life, I have had "flat feet".
A mild defect, I am no athlete!
I could never run fast,
got so easily gassed.
How I longed to have feet that were fleet!
When I was young, I wore leg braces,
orthotic boots, with long boot laces.
When I tried to run and jump,
I looked like young Forrest Gump
and saw snobby looks on kids' faces.
Mama always said...Son, mind that bump
The road is wide and the load we dump
So, Mama would dare me
But, fear would impair me
I'm Petrified Forest...Forest Gump!
In Vietnam, Lieutenant Dan thunk...
Me and Bubba should just share a bunk
But, the bunk was loaded
And Bubba exploded
I'm Chunks in the Forest...Forest Gunk!
after “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, by Robert Frost
This bridge meant something in some war,
some yarn of man and God and law:
but I think more of her and me:
what were those others fighting for?
There’s so much here to feel and see,
and yet it’s rubbernecker-free!
I love to watch the fishes jump:
they sense the serendipity!
Lads do the love, dames do the dump.
I can’t imagine now the crump
of primitive artillery,
but I remember Forrest Gump!
The theater, ideally,
was dark and deep: and, as for me,
I’ll linger in the reverie …
I’ll linger in the reverie.
"And just like that, Jeanie was gone".
In the movie, Forrest Gump, Forrest
could never keep track of Jeanie,
a childhood friend he grew up with.
With the first viewing of the movie,
I was reminded of a childhood friend
for whom I cared a lot and thought that
our lives would be spent together.
Her name was also Jean.
One might say that she was the one that 'got away'
or the one I lost, but looking back, she was not the one
that God had planned for me. Until I came to realize
that fact, just like Forrest, in my heart, I kept saying,
"And just like that, Jeanie was gone". Sometimes, we
have to lose in order to gain.
I remember the time and place of that crucial conversation
when we both came to the realization that we were not meant
for each other. My chosen career was in conflict with the kind of life
to which she aspired. Sometimes, the one that got away is the one
that should have gotten away because anything otherwise would
have been a failure.
Wishing and wanting to be
An
Olympic Triathlon Gold Medal Winner
Knowing full well in order to succeed
This specific individual feat requires
3 different apposing skillets
So I went in search of 3 of the very best
coaches in each individual particular
event and discipline
So I got Memo to teach me how to run
Forrest Gump how to swim
And Lance Armstrong to teach me how
to ride a bike
And most of all how to cheat at all 3
# Feather Song
Set to the main theme from Forrest Gump
Here we all go, light as a feather
Floating on down the road.
No matter what, we'll stick together,
Sharing each other's load.
No matter what, we'll keep on going,
Nothing can stop us now.
Nothing can stop the joy from flowing.
We'll make it through,
Don't ask us how.
Verse 2
We don't know where or when we're going.
We don't care where we came.
Joy is the travel not the knowing.
We'll get there just the same.
Whether it's fair or stormy weather,
Whether we scorch or freeze,
We move along without a tether
Never go down, down on our knees.
Verse 3
Nobody knows their path to glory,
So give it all to chance.
Everyone writes their own life story.
You cannot choose the dance.
People may laugh but we don't mind it
Life isn't all a test.
We grab our fortune where we find it,
Grabbing the gold, dumping the rest.
Every day's a thousand miracles
All that you need is one.
Follow the wind until you reach the sun.
Now, you probably won't believe it
So I'm not going to say that it's true
I once met, the famous Forrest Gump
We were just running, both of us two
Beside me on a path in the woods
He said, "I am Forrest, Forrest Gump"
I asked why he was running, he said,
"No particular reason, but jump!"
I jumped over a rock on the path
When I looked up he was around a bend,
Yelling, "Life's like a box of chocolates!"
Would you believe, he can run like the wind!
I struggled to catch up to Forrest,
But gasping, fell down to my knees
Impressed I yelled, "Run Forrest Run!"
But I couldn't see Forrest for the trees!
Not real smart but he loved to run
Through the woods in a minute flat
Gone without even, "Have a nice day"
That's all I have to say about that!
THE SAILOR
There was a young sailor from Rothesay
Sailed his yacht around the bay of Biscay
But a storm sunk his boat
He's no longer afloat
And the wind blew his life raft away...
EDWARD GUMP
A parachutist called Edward Gump
Went up in a plane to do a jump
The ripcord got stuck
He said "just my luck"
Hit the ground with one helluva bump...
FREDDIE
Did you hear about old Freddie O'Toole
Considered to be a bit of a fool
Hee waznt two brite
Cudent reed ur rite
That is what happens when you bunk off school..
ICELAND
Now Iceland has some unusual sights
P*n*s. museum and the northern lights
The museum for the bold
The lights a sight to behold
Which ever you choose enjoy their delights...
TOO MANY TO MENTION
Old father time moves too quickly I fear
I hope you all have plenty of good cheer
Whatever you do
I'd like to wish you
Merry Christmas and a happy new year...
Iceland has a museum dedicated to the male anatomy,
mainly animals but a man in the U. S. is donating his
manhood when his time is up.
Written 21st of December 2019.
There once was a Donald named Trump
whom the lib(e)rals considered a chump,
a grump and a sump,
a gump and a dump —
with a noggin as plump as his rump.
Valentine rhapsody spins in a box of delectable chocolates
Melting in sweetheart’s love dreams, keeping romanticism alive.
Delicate heartfelt mission. Delivered on an angel’s prayer.
Vulnerability waltzing in glorious amounts of faux confidence.
Sensuality imagined by a shy reticent man, who imagined
She was his dream woman. She was surprised, having no idea
And never really noticing him for he was a blue collar after all.
The chocolates were a great start and she soon discovered
Blue collars are exactly her type. By then, he was pushing away
For his fantasy woman was nothing like the woman inside the package
So now he was the one being pursued, and she was the pursuer.
Life really is like a box of chocolates, Forrest Gump pun intended.
I’m running over other ones to mine.
My thoughts my father taught. How black to white
is harvest to wheat. How an out of line
woman is kept. How I should act polite
in their company kept. Dad bought a beater
for me at seventeen. He’s never wrong.
I love this truck more than life. I teeter
with what makes it run. Keeps it going strong
for what I play with friends on dusty roads
on a dry summer day here in Greenbow.
We shoot our pellet guns at horny toads.
We chase the retard ‘round – all just to show.
See what happens when born to be different?
He’s running now. Far. Further, you’re present.
Date: 12/17/2018
Submitted for: Movie Magic
Sponsored by: Gregory Barden
Character Role: The unnamed driver of the truck that chased Forrest Gump out of his iron clad legs into the future. He had no lines in the movie with which to explain why he did.
tap
tap
tap
await
near the gap
hop hop
hopping
here and
there
En pause
leading
here and
nowhere ..
wait
while I
stand
and
stare
Inspired by Forest Gump theme on piano YouTube clip thereof
The Mad Doctor said it was official
a solo act with nothing artificial
a fine new creature
with added features
Frankenstein with bells and whistles
Opening night into the audience he jumped
when in his throat he got a huge lump
audience forgot
bic lighters a shock
running away through town like Forrest Gump
The Mad Doctor enrolled him in a class
to overcome his phobia at last
nothing worked
he just went berserk
the class barbecues too much of a flash
Back on stage there was no need to dash
bell and whistle tunes with a lot of class
bic lighter ban
in the stands
his classic hits making a lot of cash.
10-19-17
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