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Marriage in 4 Acts
I've auditioned for parts for years.
Some call them first dates, but make
no mistake, each is acting for the other
hoping for a part in their life play.
I'm a perfect gentleman, holding doors,
helping you on and off with your coat
and pushing your chair in for you.
I almost sound like Cary Grant. Almost.
We land our parts and launch our play.
The engagement scene brings happy tears.
The wedding is a blowout extravaganza.
Rice is thrown, cans trailing our limo.
We live in the city. Taxi and subway.
Fun, not a care in the world. Pregnant.
We stay in the city until our children
force a move to Connecticut suburbs.
Wife's role is a stay at home with regrets.
Kind of a Sylvia Plath without the talent.
I soldier on. I take the train into the city.
I stay more and more nights in the city.
We grow more and more apart. Finally we
agree to a trial separation. I live in the
city with the other woman. Not really a ****.
Time passes quickly in this act and we are old.
The script writes itself as it unfolds.
Always just one take, live, in real time.
I forget that these are parts we are playing.
We're just players upon this stage called life.
They don't make 'em like this anymore
In this age of fast paced life style
Cary Grant was the epitome of debonair
Gals swooned at his beguiling smile
Exuding pure charm from every pore
A warmth that invited us in
To taste the warmth of his loving heart
Revelling in charisma therein
All my dear sisters who numbered seven
Would've gone ga-ga for a chance
For just a moment wrapped in his arms
Thrilled in a seductive trance
Was surely a different time in the forties
Of elegance, of sophistication
Gals seemed a lot more feminine then
Emitting their sexual vibrations
Don't make them like Cary Grant today
Now it's raucous rock and roll
Flamboyance and flair assures success
Instead of inner warmth of the soul
Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”
(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).
she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick from silver lake
man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me
her momma say she like me and my ford
I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe
my catholic beads be hanging down from
the rearview mirror they tap like dancers
tonight she be dressed for eating burgers
my dolores she and her tight green dress
we be cruising the miracle mile for shows
when she say she want to see cary grant
i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza
in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby
we can listen to the organ music and kiss
maybe we see cary grant walking by there
maybe your big dream come true tonight
now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers
the flashy famous people be passing us by
the organ whining from a distant corridor
howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard
my sweet dolores she be asking the time
when a pretty woman she sits down by us
i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello
the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me
a red flower be pinned to her brown curls
here on a date she say to us smoking now
my babe say we be waiting for cary grant
now the girl say we might wait a long time
she say she saw him once at the florentine
she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill
man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me
now she say her date is outside in a sedan
be careful she say hollywood can be cruel
the organ music still be playing in whispers
moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog
Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in
Popcorn smokes, .. we're drinking cokes,... and cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along with more sarongs,... , her luscious lips, and cigarettes,
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips
'Movietone' intrudes with news, and soon we're in somber mood
Third-Reich goosesteps march again, ... an evil presence in the wind...
Cary Grant , (a news reporter), loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy. But Cary loves this ditzy lady....
William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold. The mystery is clearly solved.-- A crimson sun, is rising cold!
Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die
Another night, suspense on chart. 'Correspondent' , Joel McCrea.
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day. BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way
Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked
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It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
Allied troops are moving tanks. I wait for you..God give me strength
I'm in the Strand, within the dark, there's no one here to hold my hand
I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio
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For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14
Have you ever wondered who celebrities were
Before they became who they are?
Each one attained fame just by changing his name
And became a world-renowned star.
Some of my favs I have listed below,
Some, or all, of whom you, too, may know.
None of them current, but they lit up the past,
Neither were they the first,
And they won't be the last.
I hope you'll enjoy my pseudonym game*,
To make it more challenging, I have jumbled the names:
William Sydney Porter…better known as…
Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff…bka…
Marion Robert Morrison…bka…
Leonard Franklin Slye…bka…
Norma Jean Mortenson…bka…
Roy Harold Scherer, Jr….bka…
Mary Ann Evans…bka…
Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin de Francueil…bka…
Frances Ethel Gumm…bka…
Archibald Alec Leach…bka…
1. Marilyn Monroe 2. George Eliot 3. Georges Sand 4. Rock Hudson 5. O. Henry 6. Judy Garland 7. Cary Grant 8. Roy Rogers 9. Doris Day 10. John Wayne
*Give yourself a (virtual) gold star for every one you get right.
SOOTHING STRANGERS
Two sweet old ladies serve to strangers - strays.
Carafe of wine and conversation soothes.
No need for pillows soft. They do not stay.
The old maids learned their craft in Summer’s youth.
A visit from a newly married man —
Their nephew’s scared for them, alone and frail.
His daft and anxious mood akin to clan.
His aunts, they mutter, that he’s very pale.
Their brother charges down the stairs. He thinks
He is the presidential “teddy bear.”
He’s digging locks to bury all who drink.
Of all the callers seen not one they spare.
A kindly threat from wry and wrinkled face.
Delicious choice — this arsenic and lace.
7/22/2018
Your Finest Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Massey
*Arsenic and Old Lace was a dark comedy starring Cary Grant.