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This genteel lady contemplates,
A pensive glance across each page.
Her book by choice; deliberates.
This novel from a bygone age,
A sad romantic love affair.
With wistful smile, then vacant look,
Partakes the comfort of a chair.
As perfume lingers on the book,
Imagination will impart,
This fantasy inside her head.
A young girl with a broken heart.
Her handsome suitor, she thinks dead.
Some time goes by, more teardrops flow.
With gentleness i brush her face,
A smile appears and then i know.
Once more she's played with style and grace,
An actress with the leading role.
Sweet memories, are fading fast,
This library, it soothes the soul
Since days of splendour, long gone past.
She waves and curtsies; no ones there.
A far off voice inside my head,
Broke memories we both did share.
Wake up! It's time to go, it said.
8/ 10/ 2015.
The last of the lights turned out,
drinks and hors d’oeuvres put away,
restaurant returned to its every-day self,
only a few candles in glass lanterns
now left on the bare pine tables.
She sits at one of the tables, and,
wincing, kicks off her shoes, removes
her cocktail apron and name tag,
leans on her elbows, inhaling the
cinnamon steam from her hot toddy.
Exhausted, with her piled-up hair
slightly disheveled, she relaxes.
The bride and groom are off
on their honeymoon to Santorini,
guests and most staff home to sleep.
The neon glow from outside
bathes her in a pink and blue haze
making her look less like a waitress
and more like a girl expecting a date
or actress waiting for her audition.
The hot drink gone, she redons shoes
and fetches her coat and purse
from the kitchen, leaving the cup.
Georgio, the boss, calls “Get some sleep.
You’ll need it tomorrow.” She sighs.
1 Star - Omar Sharif 5 The Star is Myself
Movie - Dr. Zhivago Movie - LOVING MY LENORE
A story of LOVE A story of LOVE
2 Doctor and Poet 6 A Chef and POET
Revolution : Civil War Fighting my own Civil War
Russian Countryside Vermont Countryside
3 A man with two LOVE’S 7 A man with two LOVE”S
Each has a hold of his Heart Each has a hold on My HEART
Each is in his Heart Each is in MY HEART
4 Onward, through turmoil 8 Beloved , BARBARA
Across the desert of ice MY FOREVER LOVE is YOURS
Melted by his LOVE Melted : BY YOUR LOVE
Inspired by Frank Herrera’s Contest : “Describe your favorite performance by
Actor or Actress in a movie"
DEDICATED TO “ POETESS “ BARBARA JEAN GORLICK WITH MY LOVE
Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide and long.
In the fall, there’s a feeling of disuse in Saint Tropez.
A turquoise bike leans haggard against a tree,
and summer leaves gather in gutters like trash.
Your appearance in a bar is treated like a surprise.
The wait staff gathers, like they might take your picture
and not your order - one brings napkins another the menu.
Summer memories are indistinct now, from disuse.
You aren’t sedated by sunlight and warm ocean airs.
Was summer some French, romantic, cinematic fantasy,
like "La Belle et la Bête" or "And God Created Woman"?
Or was it deliciously bright, seductive and real.
You find yourself saying, “In the summer, when the thyme,
lavender, rosemary, citrus and jasmine bloom, the aromas
are strong, actually physical, like going into an Ulta store,
where a thousand delicate perfumes vie for attention.”
But it’s like describing ghosts or deserts under glass.
You search for the words, like a poet or an actress, unable
to remember her lines - lines that would make it real,
invoke it, precious and immediate - like a spell.
The Saint Tropez of summer.
WHO AM I
Who am i, I am me
I can be whomever I want to be
A doctor, a lawyer, a actress, a teacher
I can be either one or the other
But I get discoraged by human nature
I try but fail or fail to try
I try to be strong, but still I cry
For a little girl lost begging to be free
Why must I hide can't I be me?
The man I love, does he love me?
I can't be what he wants me to be
A model, a actress, a human portrait
He tells me it's best I blend in with the maters
Hurtful words, silent cries
Asking myself the when's and why's
Who am i? I am me
And there's none else I'd rather be
Actor at the Edge of the World
At the end of life the flight ends and the curtain falls without applause,
To the dead you are actor and actress and judge and all the other causes,
Beyond the self there lives another who wanted to punish and to sentence,
And the ink froze inside the pen... and the truth... stopped passing through its presence.
Hate and love switch into one another like two faces of the same coin,
Spring grew green over our wounds and no one sees them anymore to join,
The devil's hairs braid themselves into the unwritten and bitter verses left behind,
And I was your judge... and you my punishment... without borders or a line.
The actor and the actress play on the same stage not knowing the play is done,
The ink frozen in the pen holds the truth that was never spoken to anyone,
The letters stand as a model for a truth that no one dares to write down bare,
And the flight at the end of life... is the only role... played truly... in silence and in air.
Beyond you and me there is the space where hate becomes love and rearranges,
That spring that greened the ink and caused the pen itself to break in changes,
The devil's hairs are our mismatched and real metaphors laid out in the open,
And we played to the very end... our roles... on parallel and empty stages broken.
At the end of life the actor looks into the empty mirror and does not recognize his face,
To the dead and the living alike he was actor and judge without warning or grace,
The ink dried inside the pen and the letters remained a model for a silent truth,
And that flight at the end... was the only moment... in which I was... myself... unloosed.
She Starred in 'Fawlty Towers' and 'Consuming Passions' as well.
She was a very talented actress and her name was Prunella Scales.
She was watching 'Fawlty Towers' just a couple of days before she died.
People knew that she had skill and that's something that can't be denied.
If Prunella had lived seven years longer, she would've lived to be 100 years old.
Her friends and family members are so sad because her death has taken its toll.
It's not surprising that her friends and family are very depressed.
She was married for over 60 years to a man named Timothy West.
Her friends, family and fans will mourn and they will all cry.
Prunella was 93 and God decided that it was her time to die.
[Dedicated to Prunella Scales (1932-2025) who died on October 27, 2025]
HAPPINESS
Happiness of baby smiles best in lap of Mother, quite evident.
Mother is happier on success of her child than own achievement
Happiness of Child rolls, scrolls, dances, prances on games and toys.
Happiness of Love most prominent among young girls and boys.
Happiness of Writer points to attract readers on appreciation
Careerist is most happy to soar high on determination.
Happiness of Player runs at playground as spectators rejoice.
Happiness of Actor - Actress depends on spectators’ voice.
Happiness of Patriot lies in sacrifice and welfare for mother land.
Happiness of Conqueror is strongest to invade other’s land.
Happiness of Drunkard is pivoted to every bottle of alcohol.
Saint feels Supreme Happiness spreading message of God to all.
Happiness of a wealthy person targets to be richer and richer
Distributing wisdom brings happiness to an ideal teacher.
Happiness and Sorrow are naturally entwined in real life.
Avoid Malice and Greed, as both subtract happiness, adding grief.
Let 'Spreading Happiness' be your final goal to access.
Selflessness is the first step to touch summit of Happiness.
To be a Happy persona, sharing Happiness with others not to miss
Don't hesitate to lend helping hand to sufferers to attain best bliss.
she was inspired by a famous actor who married an actress
from a the big city. When they became engaged they moved to a small town
and grew, hot peppers and would pickle them with apples and zuchinni, they were delicious. They saw an ad for sale of a recipe for sausages, the owner was moving to Europe, he wanted sell the rights to his very popular and special recipe. The couple decided to buy the recipe, and renamed it Souffer, and served the mild and sweet sausage with there pickled peppers and Zuchini and apples, people loved it and they became a main feature and an attraction at their shin ding's. It's said to be the "love item" mentioned in the groove, "hot ripe and ready."
Recognized her face from silent films
Not her name
Had to look her up
Born Apolonia Chalupec
Which I think is a gorgeous name
Hollywood renamed her Pola Negri
A name not half as fantastic
Or exotic or erotic and yet she was
She played two kinds of roles
Femme fatale
and tragedienne
She could do it too
Her life was filled with tragedy
Her father was sent to Siberia when she was a child
She had two marriages that lasted less than four years each
She lived to ninety, this silent film sex symbol
I would have gone back to Apolonia but not sure if she did.
Pola Negri, first European actress and singer
to be signed by Hollywood, Paramount Studio.