The witch ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ (the withered hag)
¦¦¦ wash ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pride of Hollywood.
¦¦¦ many fall from great and good
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ doubt the likelihood.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ avoid the fate.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die late,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die in state.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ stock exchange your own!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ occupy a throne,
¦¦¦¦¦ nobody ¦¦¦ call you crone.
Some ¦¦¦¦ relied ¦¦¦ what they knew;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ simply being true.
¦¦¦¦ worked for them ¦¦¦¦¦ work for you.
No memory ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ starred
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ later disregard,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the end from being hard.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go down dignified
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
(Blackout of Provide Provide by Robert Frost)
fame walk
star mock
sand bar
sea star
five limbs
five glims
tube feet
replete
feed on
plankton
plankton
hang ten
landed
stranded
off shore
dry sore
starfish
wet wish
sun lights
last rites
bit dust
star crust
high tide
revived
swell waves
God saves
He memorized every
movie, scene, and
breath she took,
convinced her on-
screen smile was
meant only for him.
Tonight, the velvet
rope of the premiere
was his to cross, and
the cutting steel in his
pocket would finally
make her his forever.
When the theater
lights dimmed, he
she'd his quiet
restraint and
stepped into her
spotlight.
You stalk me through the flashing haze,
your shutter catching all my ways;
I pose like I'm not keeping score,
but crave the click, then beg for more.
You linger where the shadows bend,
my secret rival, closest friend;
your lens undresses every truth,
I glow for you, eternal youth.
You chase me down the midnight street,
I slow my stride so we might meet;
your breath behind me, warm and near,
a whispered fame I long to hear.
We orbit in a fevered spin,
you want my world, I want your grin;
obsession twines us, tight and bright,
two silhouettes in borrowed light.
So take your shot, my favorite view.
I shine because you're watching too.
There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
the bus bench on Hollywood and Highland,
crisp wind blows through a city in decay,
situated halfway in time
between nineteen-twenties Tinseltown
and twenty-twenties tourist trap,
hard like ice on an eighteen year old butt,
worked off on the night shift, eking out rent
in a strange new world, on my own
So much of what we do – what we are – is atavistic. We remember, deep in the hippocampus, when we were as free (and as vulnerable) as horses in the field. Predators we, we are also prey, and we can’t forget it. We still inhabit Cape Fear. That’s why we cheer. Gregory Peck tires of being The Hunted and becomes The Hunter.
fastidiously
on fragile stilts of frail cane
stealthy crane stands poised
A bus stop and a savage brute
all sewed up in a lion suit.
"Did you ever find where the Oz Wizard was?
(The lion-man belched a cloud of fuzz)
and those three ne'er-do-wells and that?"
He just said, "why'd ya think I'm fat?"
I rest upon the shore, waves flowing briskly,
Sipping Margaritas where palm trees glow.
Hollywood Beach, where rhythm's alive,
Cheerful dancers make the bars thrive!
Calamari fried with oceanic spritz
Sunset pouring down on my beach bliss
I'm having Margarita moments in such golden lights!
Floridian hearts fill me with delight!
From Atlanta's roads, I drove one day,
Escaping the city's rat race, getting away,
On to the Hollywood shoreline, where the ocean called,
Then sailing in my dreams to meridionals.
A savory salad of fun, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, full of glee!
Colors of the beach, as wild as I'd foreseen.
To be myself, free of chains, no spies,
Just Floridian skies in premium Atlantic Paradise!
Lights, Camera and rolling
Line by Line
Script detail
Conversate after conversate
Words matter
Dramatics rise
The circumstance
Situation at hand
Observation Move
Trying to prove on the segment
Camera follow
Determination and possibilities
Love cheating while
Calling yourself having fashion style
Giving love here and there
Coming back home expecting a bed warmer
A house doesn’t become a house unless moral and value roam
Our relationship somehow died, but do you even care
You were once in my heart, but my heart closed the door being locked well
You want love surrounding you in having a love slave
That slave doesn’t live here anymore and assured
You on the other hand need to understand what you want and how to maintain a relationship in commitment in love the way it is meant
Here’s your ring
Get out of my life and house
Have a good life
Good-bye
The Director announces cut in the tapping.
Hollywood casts its new shooting star
Opulence follows the tale
Larger than life lifestyle sits on green gables
Larger than life ego sips from golden goblets
Yearly excursion to the plastic surgeon
Whirlwind romances blow
Overseas to cease and desist two diseases
Oil of olay won't save the day
Dingy can't find a safe port
Hollywood's new shooting star shot with penicillin
An arrow a day keeps the shivers from quivers away
She still swears he gave it to her
Both attend the press conference with lawyers
Exuberant fans become ex-fans
Except when cutting red ribbons at fastfood takeout stakeouts
Nobody notices the smell for weeks
With Fond Memories, we'll all say Goodnight.
Goodbye, for now, maybe we'll get a Bite?
The thrill that we "Hoped," we'd see on the Screen,
Was "SO PREDICTABLE" from Scene to Scene!
Every "Horror Flick," is just like the Last!
Same Boring Plot, same Boring Cast!
The "Cinema's," are Over-Refrigerated,
And the "Dialogue," is only Regurgitated!
Half-hour in, you glance at your "Swatch,"
It doesn't Matter which Movie you Watch!
The "Kid" behind you...keeps Kicking! your Seat,
Your Popcorn Box...is Stuck to your Feet!
The Speaker's So Loud, it's Blowing your Mind...
And SOMETHING smells..."Rank,"...Right from Behind!
Pungence, not "Floral," is assaulting your "Beak,"
Your Eyes..."Dart Around...for the "Exit" you Seek!
Yes, it's "Fond" memories, like walking in "Clover,"
We MISS all those movies, watched Over and Over!
Till you "SHINE" the "LIGHT" on those "GEMS" that we SPEAK,
I'll be "DAMNED" if I'M coming "BACK HERE!" next WEEK!!!
Built on envy
and city lights
The vagrant actor
alone at night
In hidden alleys
with tinsel thorns
On celluloid
new lies are born
A big screen promise
of broken dreams
The waitress car hop
on Wilshire scheme
Drugged on stardom
with toxic friends
What footlight’s start
— the darkness ends
(The New Room: June, 2025)
When you are old not much seems new
But technology trolls and cars suck too
I like the old cars with frames solid heavy
Does good a heart with your foot on the levy
New clothes aren’t new they’re copycats
Except the ripped new clothes not made to last
I miss the elegance that Hollywood once had
People barely dress now, wearing pajamas fad
When you are old more important things matter
But you notice these small things makes you sadder
If you speak your mind you’re a mad hatter
Still you love simple finds, the soft pitter patter
Of rain on windowpane, of footsteps of kids
They’ve broken the window playing like you did
You can find their laugh is like a mind kiss
Bringing back sweet memories of times like this
When you get old your asset is health
You may or may not have money left
But you know you can’t spend it dead
So money is funny you value time instead
Canada needed a hero but a fowl mouth so this Merc is a jerk that can not be hurt Ey like a cancerous sewer flowing south Spidey sense breaking the fourth stall with a blurt A constipated death stroke the creative drouth The comedic squirts, let us put him in a skirt The Plagiarizer ain’t a marvelous hero Regenerate degenerate a Zero
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