Early 90s a friend of mine was some kind of Teamster working on the Sony Studios lot in Culver City. I was in town visiting and invited out one day to the set of some stupid show but I met William Devane and he was cool. So, Sony was shooting the treehouse set for the movie Hook on a stage near by. It was a secured set bc the studio didn't want photos getting out but my buddy knew a guy that snuck us both in. We were in the wings checking out this thing and noticed a group of Japanese executives taking a tour, stereotypical looking, black suits, thin black ties but NO CAMERAS. After a just few moments it became apparent that Robyn was on set and he had gathered together some crew members armed with poles, brooms, a boom mic and we watched him march these guys in front of the Sony execs while all whistling the theme to The Bride on the River Kwai. It was eyewatering hilarious but the 3 of us held it together until we got out of there. True story
SPINE: MOVIE AND SONG
Bridge on the River Kwai
Madison bridges,
war and peace...
red hell,
green, grass of home,
love and hate...
good morning vietnam
Saigon bride,
a time for us...!
He did just enough to barely squeak by
Other would poke fun at this slovenly guy
Fun to fry him because he was indubitably shy
His ideas at work were never going to fly
For a guy he did not aim extremely high
Some said he came from the River Kwai
His sandwich was always PB and rye
Most of us said hi, as we walked by
Many tried to pry; I will not lie.
They wanted to know where he got his pie.
It looked scrumptious, exactly the right chi.
Always wore a suit and a pretty bow tie.
Hair naturally curly, perhaps a snitch of a dye.
He moved away one day, we never found why.
No one was upset, for his office we did vie.
K-een
W-riter
A-uthors
I-nspiring
C-omposition
H-aving
E-xpressed
E-xcellent
L-ine
O-f
W-isdom
Topic: Birthday of poet Kwai Chee Low (October 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
yours truly of course trolling, try
ying to stay afloat sigh
ying with forlorn resignation
as the air supply
precipitously abba salute lee
decreased, thru challenge
hang IP course
to bridge (yar
suspended animus) bee
tween das father,
and first born daughter,
this papa analogously stranded
amidst the imagined
raging river Kwai
clinging stubby phalanges
pinned tingled, pinched,
numbed gnarled slip
eerily gripping, clinging,
and aching fingerhut toes
did severely cramp
'pon glacial parental frieze,
plus notepad kept
in shirt pocket
ocean spray got damp
fortunately, these digitized
with binary stamp
portfolio of poems
didst dry by lamp
light, nsync with external
hard drive secured
multi media stored data
from this scamp
purring adventurer of amp
pull lat hood,
the high seas across
world wide web, I did tramp.
harsh Colonel Saito
bridge is built... bridge is blown up-
war's utter madness
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
onward
onward
together
not alone,
in unity
together
strong
as we remain
as one,
together..
facing
the day
..come
what may
Inspired by youtubeclip of the River Kwai
We were on cruise control till the toll was paid
I saw many signs along the way which turned my head
Lonsome Springs of water where I almost drowned
Bridge on the River Kwai where I was imprisoned by you
Virginia is for lovers but we took the ferry the long way round
The Statue Of Liberty waved till I paid the fare
Cape May we go get drunk and did
In the Cityof Brotherly Love there was none to my torment
The car needed a tune up and I sang our song
And you sang out of tune and I forgot the verses
But ,"Momma I'm Coming Home."
PS : I used books, titles,stories and situations of my life for visuals and Ozzy's song, " Momma I'm Coming Home
at twilight
fish swim near
the
edge of
the
River Kwai
near
the water's edge
where
we watch
all the
shooting stars
where they are
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