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In California, in the year nineteen thirty-nine,
at Culver City, a movie studio was fine.
Metro Goldwyn Mayer was the largest company.
They produced the best motion pictures people could see.
Early in the year, they would make a large announcement.
A musical would be their next big accomplishment.
Based after L. Frank Baum’s turn-of-the-century tale,
president Louis B. Mayer hoped it would not fail.
Victor Fleming accepted the role as director.
Many problems on the set made him a corrector.
He would soon tell Mr. Mayer what was up ahead.
This is what he said to MGM’s studio head:
“Well Mr. Mayer, we have to tote a heavy load,
if we’re to start them following the yellow brick road.
Every day, it seems we always have a new hold up.
We ran into some problems with that silver makeup.
Tin man Buddy Ebsen almost died the other day.
We had to get him to the hospital right away.
We are way behind schedule. Get somebody new.
Find that actor Jack Haley; it looks like he will do!”
There was still much work to do to accomplish it all.
They still had to find more people less than four feet tall.
Actress Shirley Temple was number one choice to call.
In getting her to play the lead, there was soon a stall.
Louis B. Mayer made this summation of it all:
“Fox Studios will not let her out of her contract.
The men in charge there do not want us making contact.
So as long as those bums will not let us have Shirley,
we will need a girl to play this part of Dorothy.”
To be continued
It can't always be easy
Be ready to face the world
Oh son of man
If you are ready to be who you are
Be ready to understand the gravity of pain
Since you have decided to fulfill your destiny
Be ready for the temptations of life
Come on you can do it
Yes you can live your life
Understand that you are in charge
Of your star
So let it shine
Or
Let it die
It can't always be easy
Nothing good comes easy
So don't forget to be patient
While you passing through the chapters
Of your life
Remember you will make mistakes
But learn from it lessons
And make your life better next time
You can't be perfect
But you can be who you chose to be
So live your life
Or
Live the script of another man's ideology
4/20/24
Another street fight
A body riddled with flea bites
I could hardly ever sleep tight
Each night
Unable to dream right
Too often seeing red not a green light
Taking steps closer toward three strikes
After reaching extreme heights
Above several creek sites
The mountain peak bright
I could see a light
Defining what is deemed as life
Told me you don't have to always be nice
When others take you for a fool and charge a steep price
Just to be able to survive and eat rice
There will be these types
So cheap like
Always trying to cheat in life
You'll see it at least twice
Warned me to lay off the peace pipe
In the end said I may meet a wife
Sofa Chances
A veteran who served this land
Employed by a sofa shop
In Bethesda, Maryland
Made an afternoon delivery stop
Lovely lady came to the door
Wearing provocative dress
He put the couch on the floor
And sat down quickly to catch his breath
He on one end of the sofa
And she perched on the other
Thought he'd move a bit closer
Carefully, like a swimming otter
His first brash move caused him to fear
The sofa made a strange sound
But he wanted to get near
So he stood his sofa-sitting ground
After some agonizing moves
He managed to reach her end
And thought how he might improve
His chances to make her a close friend
He whispered into her cute ear
She shrieked like it was doomsday
"Fool, Why did you stay in here?"
My cop husband is in the driveway
Now he's a very swift runner
But the K-9 had great speed
Cop put him in his cruiser
And drove him over to Walter Reed
After required medical care
And handcuffed to his bedrail
The cop didn't charge him a fare
Just transported him to county jail
I remember the weight of your glasses
Every time I see them on some dorky hero
Springtime brings stupid memories
Dragged those words on your skin to bring us to zero
And they get me going like a voice of a sergeant
Ashen memories forever casted in argent
Wondering what it'd be like
To be reborn
Awful, to say the least
A knight lifted up by her neck for speaking back
Forgiven by a sainted priestess
But those sins still weigh me down like a leaden sack
And I'm fine carrying several adamant crosses
It's the least I could do for inflicting those losses
A shining knight gleaming bright
For another king
But I can't look back on that old crumbling kingdom
To live with that choice is my holy opinion
To wish for more invites more
Than I could bear
A sainted phoenix flies again
Under a bright and holy wing
I can't voice a reason against the way
You're flying towards a brighter day
And to this day, I guess I'm right
To separate, to pick that fight
I couldn't save a damaged soul
It'd be a different kind of whole
But who's to say it'd be correct?
Or that the current one's a defect?
To live a life of pained regret
It's not a life that I'd beget
But I see your face inside of theirs
And feel a charge within the air
I'll forever carry that tiny stone
To ensure those days won't die alone.
Respect Is Tough
So many times, the outcome of an event can be terrifying.
Like when the person whom you hoped would lose,
Ends up pulling away in what was a close race.
After such an ugly operation,
It's hard to accept the truth,
No matter how much it hurts you.
The truth is that he won the race,
And although plenty of us are full of rage,
We can't allow it to change how we behave.
It's not okay to let frustration get the best of us,
We have a new president in charge of us.
Whether you like or it not is your choice,
And you are entitled to make your own choice.
We may not see eye to eye and that's fine;
But I will not criticize,
Unlike those who live to criticize.
I will respect the choice you make,
After all, giving and showing respect is tough.
We may not like the results and that's okay,
But we still must respect the choice
That we as a people made.
A lot of us wanted to see history remade.
Like Obama made.
Now so many of us feel let down,
Like someone shot all our dreams down.
Don't stay in a place of anger and pain,
Even if you don't like the choice that was made.
That was then and this is now,
Make a choice of how you want to make a difference now.
We may not see eye to eye and that's fine;
But I will not criticize, unlike those who live to criticize.
I will respect the choice you make,
After all, giving and showing respect is tough.
It's been here all of my life
my tongue has fought this
to get words formed so to speak
what if I could speak without a miss
Now nearly three score years and ten
at times one feels forward so slight
reminisce of that school first day
would I ever get over it? I might!
Frustration has been mostly in charge
pulling me up, down round about
the tongue has struggled full of nerves
anxiety fills me so many a doubt
Therapy has come my way again
so often in past been there before
this has to be the last chance
writing a poem to calm upon a roar
Just to say a word hits a stammer
don't panic just slow soft and speak
live with hope never to give up
go on, look up, hey try some Greek!
(I have written this to convey my inward feeling of where I am just now, always seeking to move forward despite the hindrances of my stammer and looking for divine intervention.)
let me lean into me winnings educate bout you Achilies so I can send you spinning, with threads strung on me limbs
thin thinner thinnest billyboard me insecurities it ain't an issue but it really hit a nerve now me is training, try me you will witness the power and maybe live to tell the tale
couldn't hand me a little peace handle me sweet though me not entitled, but it's a request
jelly jelly bout you lack of freely used cuss knowledge I love the impact and damage, one day might mirror it and die
"do things my own way darling" it ain't easy I don't got the capacity cause I choose to let you I choose to let you choose though you never respect me oh
darling smooth unshattered like the legs of a virgin sharp, and useless when throw down so never miss that instructing
when me is talking try not to butt in or push a button cause I'm random who knows I might charge you like bison one of kind but always on your mind like a floating web babe learn to respect me before I lose what's left of this me inside
(Dedicated To Submariners All Over The World)
Dived deep in the bowels of the seas
My steely shell’s a womb.
Deep down amidst the oil and grease
I am at peace in the Lovecraftian tomb!
What’s with the antonyms, you may ask?
Two opposite words you’ve used -
One’s a warm and wonderful cask,
The other’s dead and worm-abused.
The words are apt, as you’ll soon realize,
For a sub’s a Faustian hell
Where the soul imperceptibly dies
A place where sub-human’s dwell!
Dimmed lights cast a sepulchral gloom,
Myriad machines sing Orphic songs
Of palpable peril and impending doom;
Each one of us a Houri’s groom!
To us’s denied the kiss of the sun,
Not for us the fresh blown breeze,
We know not when the day’s begun,
Nor when the night’s a-freeze!
Up periscopes and down again
The klaxons’ strident screams
Make us jump from where we’ve lain
To drilled duties in well-oiled teams.
The sighting of a laggard prey,
Spells sure a petard blown,
For a homing submarine fish tail spray
Brings terror to hardened men and grown.
Though through silent prowls of the deep we hunt,
Like coin could be our fate.
Our shell could crack with the depth charge brunt;
With Davy Jones we’d have our date!
But when heightened pulse and throbbing heart
Have ceased their labours wild,
Routine sets in and all is “back to start”
Each one an unborn child.
The sub becomes a womb, you see,
A place where your thoughts get sorted;
An amniotic envelope, safe and cozy,
With fair chance to get aborted!
So I hope now that my ditty’s run its course
The message’s plain and grim
That life and death share the same source -
For a submariner womb and tomb are synonym!
A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire
Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)