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She has been an entertaining actress for years.
I watch nearly all of her episodes of “Cheers”.
“Veronica’s Closet” brings Kirstie some more fame.
Movies and television give her a big name.
Since you appeared as a Vulcan in “Star Trek II”,
even without pointed ears, I still revered you.
Pervasive admiration from your fans is due.
You have acting talent and beauty that is true.
We all know in recent years, you struggled with weight.
Do not worry. Thin or chubby, you still look great.
Concerning your looks, there is no need to have fears.
We hope to be seeing you for some future years.
He took his leave of this world
with the truth on his lips
while soaking in that warm bath in Paris
where he had flown to pursue a new path
having been forced to publish his poetry himself
because that sort of thing doesn’t rake in the big bucks
For all their smarm and ego stroking
those suave men in designer suits and silk ties
stop caring about you
(they never really did)
when you’re no longer bringing home the bacon to fry
greasing their bottomless pockets
by catering to popular taste even if it's tripe
(as it usually is)
turning their attention to the next big name
when you tire of the game
and let it go to watch the wheels spin like Lennon
Poets aren’t appreciated until after they’re dead
Maybe it’s the romantic mystery of not being able to ask
what they meant by a certain sonnet or a single line
searching for clues in fragmented stories of a life
that no one gave a damn about before they
breathed their last
like mine
Jasper Newton Daniel was born in 1850.
He hailed from a small town called Lynchburg in Tennessee.
Jack was born on a farm located in Moore County.
He was one of twelve children born to the family.
At an early age, he started a distillery.
Its product would be a world-famous sour mash whiskey.
In a rectangular bottle with a black label,
“Old Number Seven” proved quite popular and able.
Despite the Civil War, and strong legal repression,
the whiskey even survived the Great Prohibition.
Jack Daniel never married and had heirs to bestow.
Therefore, the business went to his nephew Lem Motlow.
These two men earned the Tennessee whiskey a big name.
The Brown-Forman Company made it achieve more fame.
Jack Daniel’s success is something no one will deny.
This is strange considering the Lynchburg town is dry.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and Jack Daniel's website for information I obtained to write this poem.
A heavy quietness hung
as I waited with Mum and Dad
and Chloe.
I professed my sympathy,
my sorrow.
Their response was emptiness
unexpressed;
while Chloe, hugged
her teddy.
It seemed a long time
till the Midwife came
with the basket;
precious;
laid upon the bed.
Quietly she folded back the cover
and there
was Alexander;
a big name for a tiny form,
dark red,
almost black,
and lifeless.
The simple prayer I said,
dropped
words of faith that sank,
into the abyss.
Chloe peered
over the edge;
“Isn't he beautiful?
He has two eyes, a nose and a mouth.”
Shoulders heaved,
tears flowed,
washing the darkness of the form
we saw.
With Chloe we saw.
Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
Technology taking over
Faster than we know
Smart phones and pretty gadgets
All these androids on the go
Shops are closing faster
Faster than we think
More jobs gone tomorrow
It’s an online shopping dream
Online shopping dream
Amazon, Ebay and Wal-Mart
Just to name a few
Online shopping for everyone
Is the future scaring you
You’ve got so many passwords
You can’t remember them
You’d rather stop but you need to shop
It’s an online shopping trend
Online shopping trend
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
I miss that window shopping
The try before you buy
I used to shop until I’d drop
But you can kiss it all goodbye
So link your card to your account
Then you can do it too
Start your shopping online now
There’s not much else to do
Big name shops are closing down
They seem to follow suit
Joining in the online crowd
It’s an online shopping move
Online shopping move
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
© Copyright KC.Leake
15th December 2016
All Rights Reserved
Bazbally…inspired and fired by venerable Peter who does attack the arty farty and gives flak to the illuminati Papal cabal party and also banal Baz for well just being cack & tarty..(he christened it "Bazbally")
Latest pundits gambits
Now spits from pulpits
At first plenty of plaudits
A mystery tapestry knits
Well we were the pits
Early hurly burly flits
Hasty but tasty titbits
On a whim best Test bits
Bazbally’s greatest hits
Magic to tragic habits
Us prissy about its zits
Fame & then hissy fits
Grim became dimwits
All the same tatts on ti*s
Can't tame the squits
Blame big name gits
Insane vain inane remits
Twa*s annoying as nits
In a latrine our game sits
Willy nilly silly billy skits
Alpha male tale derails splits
Ben zen again got the sh**s
Nation shrinks in Baz’s mitts
Identikit kinks but no edits
Cheeky winks at us Brits
With flash brash affidavits
Stinks thinks we’re all twits
Series sinks through the slits
Fans issue cease & desist writs
All along Key & ECB also culprits
They gave out Bazbally permits
Should vanish banished hermits
Then the wrong Kiwi quits!
sweat shops exist all over the world
they are crowded factories
with poor working conditions
big name brands wanting to cut cost
contract these sweat shops
to make fast trend fashions
jeans, shoes, bags, and so much more
they exist in every country in this world
we hear a lot about factories
in places like China, Indonesian
Korea, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka etc, etc
they even exist in USA
the land of the free Canada
and I imagine the wages in "civilized"
countries are a bit better but still not very good
the workers receive insufficient wages
that do not even meet basic needs
in many cases there is child labour
there are no benefits
with long hours with no extra payment
you have seen the images
workers bent over sewing machines
in huge factories their children at their feet
what the pictures don't show
is the exhaustion to survive on each face
imagine making 3 cents per hour
and working 14-16 hours a day
everyday of your life just to have some money
or paid 2- 6 cents per piece
and working 60 to 70 hours a week
these factories even use
human trafficking as labor
perhaps think about that the next
time you buy some new clothes
from well known brands
and it does not stop with clothing
shoes and bags, it is much more than that
_____________________
February 10, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the sweat shop plague
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1429-244-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, The Sweat Shop
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 03/05/2022
He was born on a cotton plantation in Itta Bena, Mississippi.
Among rhythm and blues guitarists, he was the best there could be.
Riley B. King came into the world in 1925.
Entertaining as an R & B guitarist, his career would thrive.
While working at a radio station in Memphis, Tennessee,
he earned the nickname "Blues Boy", which was shortened to "BB".
Playing his Gibson guitar named "Lucille", he earned his reputation.
Coming his way were many an award and commendation.
Yes, he was a talented big name entertainer in his day.
Sadly, in 2015 at the age of eighty-nine, he passed away.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem
To glorify the leading star he obits the big named performer
with blank face in shabby clothing and for his part is so minute
it doesn’t matter whether he exists or not.
Although, he falls under the sword with gushing blood,
killed by a single gun shot without a word, or dies
by a thrusting spear with a short groan, no one cares
to cry for his tragic death, because he has no name, no tomb.
A day of extra’s life is to learn how to wait and to survive
through one day at a time. He roams around the studio patiently
for his given day and, while roaming around the empty studio
he becomes a dim shadow under the darkening sky,
and when the sky getting darker and darker he follows the sets
with a moon, with the stars, to the location where the scenery
that is to shot and glorify the big name, as the truckloads that
move along in a long formed line.
If you spend a day in Hades, it will shorten a day of given life.
For death is proof of the contrary to the living, and waiting game
is the part of extra’s life, though the life seemed to be worthless, and therefore, no cast of a play is given for his sake, the extra, the leftover life, also is the existing being until he falls under the sword, killed from a single bullet, trusted to die by a spear.