Long Bacall Poems
Long Bacall Poems. Below are the most popular long Bacall by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Bacall poems by poem length and keyword.
Don Pardo: Born: 1918-02-22 - Died: 2014-08-18
He’s been gone from SNL
We heard he wasn’t feeling all that well
Don Pardo’s number came around
The Lord was calling “Come on down”
Lauren Bacall: Born: 1924-09-16 - Died: 2014-08-12
Finally the sound Bacall longed to hear
I guess Bogie learned how to whistle this year
Robin Williams: Born:1951-7-21-Died: 2014-8-11
Robin you kept us in stitches
Of comic minds yours had the riches
If your mind had a filter
It was always off kilter
Your death was the greatest of glitches
Richard Kiel: Born: 1939-8-13-Died: 2014-8-10
Richard Kiel was the great villain Jaws
A man with a few minor flaws
He stood seven foot two
And you knew, you just knew
As a bad guy he’d win our applause
James Garner: Born:1928/4/7 - Died: 2014/7/19
We watched him in The Rockford Files
Victor Victoria brought us all smiles
And the great Maverick, Bret
Who could ever forget
James Garner was nothing but style
Johnny Winter: Born:944/2/23- Died: 2014/7/16
Johnny Winter, as thin as a splinter
And white as the fallen snow
He kept us amused
As he played the blues
Till it was his time to go
Tommy Ramone:Born:1949/1/29 Died: 2014/7/11
Tommy Ramone didn’t play the trombone
But he was a drummer of note
He played with his brothers
And never no others
For Hall of Fame, he got my vote
Casey Kasem: Born:1932/4/27 Died: 2014/6/15
Casey Kasem they treated you wrong
Stole your body, we looked, it was gone
Fighting for your estate
Until you were “the late”
Your passing would make a sad song
Ruby Dee: Born: 1922-10-27 - Died: 2014-06-11
Ruby Dee how can it be
An actress of your worth
With awards galore
You should have won more
Before you were yanked from this earth
Ann B. Davis: Born:1926/5/5-Died: 2014/6/1
Here's the story of a lovely lady
Who always played a great supporting soul.
Schultzy with the late great Robert Cummings
In the Brady bunch, old Alice was her role.
Till the one day when the lady met her maker
And we knew it was much more than a cold,
Ann B. Davis’s career has finally ended
And that makes some of us feel too damn old
Bob Hoskins: Born: 1942/10/26-Died:2014/4/29
Bob was an actor, a man with a face
That only a mother’s love could embrace
And in spite of that face, he became a great star
Bob Hoskins we’ll miss you wherever you are
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part Two
Martin Luther King creating a path to dessimate discrimination
An angel earning his wings from an epiphany of prophetic elation
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald sing while learning a litany of biblical quotations
Acknowledging what the accomplished man can bring to the depth of your insight and notations
Reflection on the history of mankind and the human race
Detection of the mystery of the refined acquisition of Heavenly Grace
Invention of the symphony that defined its own musical place
Prevention of the epiphany in the name of the legitimate corruption that we all must face
Culture and thought, revolution and resistance
Vultures distraught at the economic powers inability to accept difference
Subcultures contort beneath the robotic clandestine inference
As agriculture evades the poisonous attempts to regain universal prominence
Can you remain content to wipe the tears from a broken child’s eyes?
Will you refrain to vent when confronted with the fears of a vulnerable persons cries?
Will you remain content and resolute when presented with categorical lies?
Can you see through a charlottan selling snake oil and prevent him from orchestrating further demise?
Stand tall among the uncertainty and the acrimony and defeat
Create a call for continuity as the less evolved struggle to compete
Lauren Bacall and her comical purity as her timing is complete
Lucifers fall from heaven that remains spiritually almost now obsolete
As the heightened notions of virtue overcome the notions of hell
And the frightened invocations of servitude become commotions for the brave to tell
While the enlightened devotions of gratitude arise from the men who initially fell
The power rises above the certitude of any humanly epiphany or spell
Embrace the new creations of progressive thought in actions
Face the few negative connotations of suggestive criticism of your exactions
Replace the two imitations of corrective empiricism of your protractions
Disgrace the blue intonations of all defective invitations to celebrate protective lyricism that requires astute observations
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
A room filled with sadness
Standing alone in a room filled with sadness
Photograph smiles in a frame on the shelf
Ashtrays are filled with a death wish still breathing
Lighting another in spite of myself
A hand full of pills and a glass of Jack Daniels
The tube shows a movie, Bogart and Bacall
Through heavy eyes, I am still thinking of you
Only the floor there to meet as I fall
When on the door comes a knock unexpected
Shattering plans that I must put on hold
Closing one eye as I look through the peep hole
A shadowy figure is there in the cold
Twisting the lock and then turning the handle
Chilled is the blast that runs into my face
There I find death with his sickle untarnished
Needless to say my sad heart starts to race
“What are you doing, you can’t be that stupid
It’s not your time for this world to depart
Just for some girl who has left you here crying
Wanting to die for a damn broken heart”
I stopped and I thought as I heard this thing speaking
Then shoved my finger inside of its chest
“I’ll do as I please you know not what you’re saying
It’s my time to go and I think it is best”
“God what a loser, oh wait, I meant Satan
Fine, suit your self, we’ve a place you can lie
Swallow those pills but I’ll take that Jack Daniels
I will get thirsty while watching you die”
I thought of us and what I would be leaving
How much it hurt you had found someone new
Then of my heart that was shattered in pieces
The sound of your voice when you shouted, “we’re through”
That you are happy with some other poet
How every scar of my life has now bled
Why would I want to give you satisfaction
Knowing you’d smile when you heard I was dead
Then like a bolt or a light bulb exploding
Came a decision as clear as a bell
I’ll stick around in this room filled with sadness
It’s got to be worse than that place he calls hell
This is one of two poems I have written for John Hamilton’s Lost Love poetry contest, but haven’t decided which I will enter. I will post the other in a little while. : )
She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace
She said hi hon you know why I'm here
he replied let me guess, you wear a size eight
she said well if the shoe fits I might as well wear it
and maybe later if you get lucky you can be my date
So she scouted around and found a pair
and sat down with tight dress flair
he thought to himself I think I'm in love with Mae West
looking her up and down and at her chest
He gently took her foot and slid her old high heel off
his hand sliding up and starting to cruise
she batted her eyelashes and said oh keep it coming, she toyed
saying, why don't you come up and see me later big boy
With that he winked and slid the new heels on
watching her walk around like Mae West
she said you know I know you like me big boy
but my eyes are up here and not on my chest
With that he gave her a long wolf whistle
and said you know I just can't resist
now stop acting your shoe size sexy
pulling her towards him giving her a passionate kiss
She whispered hon is that your gun
or are you just happy to see me
he said guess what my little chickadee
tonight you can be my Bacall and I'll be your Bogie
With that she left the store with customers galore
staring, whispering and looking aghast
he said out loud, come on... get a life...
I know we're a little kooky, but she happens to be my wife!
2-7-18
The weekend is here again
And if I have my way
I'm going to spend my spare time
Watching films starring Doris Day
In nineteen forty nine
Ten years before I was born
Doris starred with Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall
In 'Young Man With A Horn'
She appeared with Gene Nelson
In 'Lullaby of Broadway’
And played Marjorie Winfield, a tomboy
In the film 'On Moonlight Bay’
'By The Light Of The Silvery Moon’
Is a film I’d always wanted to see
It was a sequel with the same characters and cast
And made in nineteen fifty three
That same year she made 'Calamity Jane'
A film I like very much
Featuring songs 'Secret Love’ and 'The Deadwood Stage'
Not forgetting 'A Woman’s Touch'
My late mother’s favourite film was 'Young At Heart'
In which Frank Sinatra played Barney Sloane
Doris's co-stars were amongst others
Gig Young and Dorothy Malone
In fifty-six, Doris starred in Hitchcock's
‘The Man Who Knew Too Much'
She first sang ‘Que Sera Sera' in this
It had the Master of Suspense's sinister touch
‘The Pajama Game' is one of my favourites
With the song ‘Hernando’s Hideaway'
If Frank Sinatra had accepted the leading man role
Janis Paige would have replaced Doris Day
My favourites are the ones
With Rock Hudson or James Garner as Doris's leading man
Whether shown on terrestrial or cable
I always try to watch them when I can
I’m waiting for the postman
He hasn’t been round yet
Because I can’t wait till he delivers
My Doris Day box-set
Two Words – Redux Two
Push
Pull
Donut
Hole
Toilet
Bowl
Laundry
Fold
Sing
Song
Ping
Pong
Mao
Zedong
Fly
Eater
Cloud
Nine
Moon
Shine
Vinegar
Brine
Wild
One
No
Pun
Arm
Leg
Black
Plague
Circle
Square
Head
Hair
Sonic
Whistle
Broom
Thistle
Pretty
Face
Human
Race
Alien
Space
Mountain
Road
Horned
Toad
Meteor
Rock
Mister
Spock
Start
Dart
Go
Flow
Pol
Pot
Hope
Not
Green
Brown
Smile
Frown
City
Town
River
Creak
Circus
Freak
Stuffy
Nose
Big
Toes
Bogart
Bacall
Free
Fall
Standing
Tall
Music
Note
Castle
Moat
Witch
Hag
Laundry
Bag
Robber
Rubber
Space
Discover
Race
Car
Bucket
Tar
Fruit
Jar
Phrenology
Psychology
Logo
Pogo
Wine
Beer
Whine
Jeer
Weather
Clear
Beach
Chair
People
Stare
Garden
Hose
Bloody
Rose
Genius
Knows
Alaskan
Snow
Car
Far
Road
Tar
Proud
Hound
Ground
Round
Upside
Downside
Aladdin
Jafar
Genie
Wish
Table
Fish
Wash
Dish
Slobber
Swish
Babble
Gabble
Clark
Gable
Atlantic
Cable
Stool
Pool
Fad
Lad
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 3, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Jasper J. Jigglebottom was stuck in the sixties, and proud of the fact.
He was on a movie set, admired by many for he could certainly act.
His job was to be available to stand in until the director yelled “take”.
The placement actor who stood in Bogey’s place when he needed a break.
He was dressed in the same dapper suit, a double breasted, jazzy plaid suit.
He smoked the same brand cigar, and wore the same wing tips to boot.
Jasper J. Jigglebottom was admired by those who could not do what he did.
A grown man but he had the keen wit and wildness of Bogart’s own kid.
How are those ear’s hanging? He looked up and saw Miss Lauren Bacall.
She was the most sensuous, sexy, woman of the sixties; a heavenly doll.
He nearly spit out his cigar, he was so gobsmacked by her beauty.
Let’s not lose it, the director admonished, reminding him of his duty.
So he tried to ignore her skin, her eyes, her hair, and her walk.
He knew he was practically in love, especially with her wiggly walk.
She’s something huh? Humphey Bogart said as exchanged places with him.
Jasper could not reply, but he had saliva precariously hanging off of his chin.
The TCM channel caught my eye
playing movies termed "film noir"
intriguing movies where someone lies
and theres a body lying on the floor,
The old black and white movie draws me in
with Bogie and Bacall or Stanwyck and MacMurray
murder mysteries with shadows and grins
where the villain is calculating and very nervy,
A love triangle where three is a crowd
the villains conscience is put on hold
where my rapt attention becomes aroused
seeing the poor victim lying lifeless and cold,
I want to scream watch out they have a gun!
as I'm transported into the movie scene
feeling like I should get up and run
helping the naive victim out of their bad dream,
Its always too late as I can't realistically help
but I know that the bad guy will eventually get caught
with a detective or third party gaining facts that will melt
the "amnesiac" villains story they haven't yet bought,
The villain sometimes ends up dying too
or sometimes getting "cuffed" going into jail
either way these films make me want to chew
not only on my popcorn but on my nails...
6-27-17
This was 1952, when men were too manly to like cats.
Anyway, we were told this often by old ugly bats.
But one day I was stopped dead in my tracks.
By the loveliest woman I’d seen; her name was Max.
Max had one of those faces like Lauren Bacall.
She was gorgeous and lovely, svelte, and tall.
She gave me one of those looks that made me wink.
This was in the days before men had to worry or think.
Would you go out with me? I asked in my nicest way.
She smiled and asked me how I felt about cats that day.
I knew immediately the answer had better be good.
So I lied and told her what I thought that I should.
She agreed to go out, and I had to learn to like cats.
The cat cottoned to me, and was soon curled up on my hats.
When we split up, she asked me to take the little guy.
I said yes immediately, and did not ask why.
You see I had fallen in love with the little kitty too.
That is what good guys who don’t know cats often do.
Best of all, he is a woman-attracting magnet you see.
I take him to the park and watch them running to me.
One more Day
Life is pointless, let’s end it all.
I'm not Brad Pitt and you’re not Lauren Bacall.
I drive a forklift and you stack shelves.
We’re only two inches, taller than elves.
End this misery, let’s call it a day.
No reason to live on our monthly pay.
Don’t give me that smile and don’t pat my back.
I’ve nothing to give you, there’s so much I lack.
Don’t bring me coffee and stare in my eyes.
And I won’t bring you flowers, as a surprise.
Stop telling me we can do it, life will change soon.
Stop reaching for the stars - promising the moon.
You know it’s useless, nothing will change.
We’re doomed for mediocrity - is that so strange?
Stop those sparkling eyes and beautiful smile.
We’re poor and we are hungry, bills in a pile.
Don’t cuddle me in bed, to take away the pain.
Don’t be so optimistic when you try to explain.
Life is my burden, it’s weighing me down.
But you stand there smiling, you never frown.
Perhaps tomorrow, will be better than today.
Your love has convinced me, so I promise to stay