Long Cinema Poems
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like scene in an old cinema
they expect me to let down my guard
to let my fort infiltrate by their soldiers
and execute me like a witch on the holy ground
and if i found someone to count stars with
then i'm to be crushed by your stones?
if i stand up for my belief
if i stand up against a liar
if i stand up against a cheater
if i seek explanation from him
to clear the gray haze that he brought upon me
they imposed the title of "mad woman" upon me
colors are a merry mirage
i speak words true in this hearing before you
sky color is not permanent
leaves color is not permanent
your pink painted sky turned gray again
and leaves green lost their color in fall
Snippets play inside my mind.
Pieces of movies which I find
Are ingrained; cinema projected...
Dorment and then resurrected.
Sometimes, just a simple thought
Or action has the snippet caught.
Often, in a single day
They play - and sometimes on replay.
Moments big and moments small...
A century of films in all.
Silver, colour, sex and violence...
Even scenes made in their silence.
When I'm bored, I like to visit
These - I find them quite exquisite.
Shots and scenes in all their glory
From any given category.
The theatre based inside my head
Captures what's said and unsaid.
I cherish snippets because they
Can help to fill some of my day.
UNFINISHED NOVEL
by Matthew Tripley
Once, an author I tried to be...
Dazed In The Life was my story.
Movies and music - central themes
Plotting characters and their schemes.
Surrounding the shootings of breeze,
Misbehaviour and murder sprees.
Put together in their fusion...
Somewhat coming to conclusion.
Summary, I will try to tell
If my memory serves me well.
Nebula and Desdemona...
Teenage girls, twirlers by stoner.
The latter, main protagonist...
The first one, there to coexist.
Drug use, their preoccupation...
Truant in their education.
Upon the road, an accident...
Death of a father - heaven sent.
His daughter's personal chaos
Which stems out of this sudden loss.
Years of practised self-destruction...
Mayhem rising - no deduction.
Mostly centred around one day,
More characters come into play.
Marijuana smoking brother.
A widowed and using mother.
A walking, talking enigma
With his passion for cinema.
A dealer and a trolley boy.
Two lesbians, each other's toy.
All who come across each other...
Points of plot from one another.
Confrontations of a female...
Missions of murder left in trail.
Acquaintance with a hat on top.
The server in a bottle shop.
A teacher who becomes a mate.
A pair of junkies with ill fate...
The killing of them taking place
In another man's garage space.
At the end, a resolution
Simple in its execution.
Ceasing of substance depending...
Desdemona's happy ending.
Not looked into for a while,
This story sits on a pile.
Perhaps with the correct mindset,
I may start to re-pen it yet.
My mother in law has died and was buried today.
Although apart from her son this past ten years,
she and I continued to maintain our loving relationship.
Never judgmental and kind to her core,
we shared many happy outings in her final years.
Christmas concerts, cinema dates and butterfly gardens.
Her son and I had not spoken since our acrimonious split.
But this summer, she talked of my joining their Xmas table.
I said I would, knowing in my heart she could not last until then.
Sleepless last night, she came to me unknowing, in spirit.
How else can I explain the change in my heart?
Before the service, I sympathised, forgave and asked for forgiveness.
In the presence of our eldest child, he and I embraced once again.
Her love inspiring me from the afterlife to forgive at last.
Renewed in faith for a hopeful future, I am free of past hurts.
Her parting gift to me.
23/10/2019
For contest
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
A classic movie for many generations
made in '45 after world war 2 ends
brief encounter, a real romantic epic
Alec and Laura found love to blend
These two were happily married
to their own spouses no doubt
but they met waiting on a train
not realizing that their love was about
A brief moment between two people
where it leads one never knows
a glance or a smile so becoming
turns one's heart secretly shows
This was in an age of decency
a far cry from today's cinema
where there's nothing barred at all
love means lust as nothing can stall
Wherever we're placed in our world
providence takes round many a corner
be sure be faithful to your life partner
protect yourself in your marriage armour
( Having watched again recently Brief Encounter the movie, thought of many lessons to learn from the film made in 1945 which is still a classic today.)
So here we are.
Together again.
I won’t ask you how the years have treated you.
I know.
I remember that moment all those years ago,
how your breath caught at the sight of what
they had just put into your arms,
and your whole world contracted in an instant
until it was shrink-wrapped
around this tiny bundle
with a hospital identification band around its ankle.
It’s as if you’d never exhaled again,
love having kept you at the edge of your seat
in a simmering, 16-year panic attack.
At the cinema, in restaurants, on airplanes
and the sofa at home,
we have sat apart since,
bookending precious cargo.
But now, the middle seat has been vacated,
as we discover
we’ve become part-timers in a world
where once we were everything.
And so here we are.
The couple-turned-trio-turned-couple.
It will take some getting used to,
this new/old life,
this unaccustomed roomy feeling that seems to have
crept up on us without warning.
But a 16-year habit dies hard.
Even as we’re catching up,
finally reunited after a long separation,
comparing what we remember of each other
with what we now see,
you’re looking out of the corner of your mind’s eye,
permanently distracted.
Breathing a sigh of relief,
and a sigh.
As indeed, I must be too.
There I was at cinema in the 70s
being a cowboy fan this all I did
so went to see latest fad at the movies
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
It had real stars like Paul Newman
Robert Redford and Katherine Ross
what a pair were Butch and Sundance
robbed many a bank showing who's boss
The highlight was my favourite song
raindrops keep falling on my head
Ross and Newman riding on that bike
such harmony whenever script read
whenever rain falls through the sun
one thinks immediately of fav song
making one's mind instantly to remember
so start yourself to always sing along
So good now have movie on DVD
play as often as one does want
get favourite song on youtube too
so go on look it up now real pront!
(My favourite song of 70s was 'Raindrops keep falling on my head' from one of my all time fav movies ' Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid' )
I like the heroic America of World War II;...
The America champion of good technology...
The America that freed us from the damned little mustache...
The America of Hollywood, of cinema,
Of black soul music, of Doo Wop,
Soft rock of Credence Clearwater Simon, Bob Dylan
Folklore... Woodie Guthrie, Peter Seeger,
Peter, Paul, Mary, mixed with country and blues,
Poets like Walt Withman, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost. BEAT POETS...
The America of Frank Lloyd W. Edison, OTHERS...
Not an America with dyed hair and greed
madness for money and power...men colored
in yellow who only think of domination,
and submission of others, without thinking of brotherhood among peoples...
MAGA Make America Gentle Again
fter nine episodes
Our new generation must know
The whole thing started
With President Carter
Who was in the Commander's chair
And the computer dreamers were setting off Internet flairs.
Billed as a trip back to the matinee cinema of decades ago
It was a marathon sci fi adventure picture show
Star Wars it was called
And the movie industry was in awe
Starting off in the middle
This space air force tale was all the twitter
Starring one who made a mark with the name Hamill
During a time when Dorothy was not in Oz but doing a camel
Then there was Eddie's little girl
Who was cute as a pearl
Add a hunk named Han solo
This fantasy project was a Go Go
Light years past with everyone taking other gigs
But when duty called the troupe made the franchise their digs
With the final one released
And the storm troopers are now resting in peace
Taking over the Jedi force
Is Daisy Ridley who just graduated from the light saber course
Carrying only one-word name right
Rey dug in her heels with all her might
As she fought a fight that was her descendants’ plight
But this seemed to be all a dream with all the work in front of a green screen
Geared to an amusement park ride
The latest Star Wars entry tried
It was nice the characters brought everything home
in a saga where everyone found a friend when they are alone
After nine episodes the credits have run
Saying goodbye since the good guys won
Skywalker, R2D2, C3PO, Chewy
Your mission is complete
And Vader no longer has heat
Han and Lea what can we saya
Besides we hope Lucas now can a paya
Now with everything in the can
And you have created all these costumed hams
May the force be with you
and many thanks making all this look cool.
The silence was as loud as the noise had ever been
You miss your friends and family a hug is what you need
We craze the company of others our normal routine
A trip down the cinema to see a new release on the big screen
and for this virus to release us and for us to be freed
The silence was as loud as the noise had ever been
We turn the other cheek and give a cheesy grin
but we must stay inside the government as decreed
We craze the company of others our normal routine
You hope that the doctors can create a vaccine
You check the obituary’s for your name and for the death toll to recede
The silence was as loud as the noise had ever been
You rise out of bed and recharge on caffeine
another day of daytime TV is guaranteed
We craze the company of others our normal routine
Stand tall put on your happy face on and grin
As one day this will end let this be agreed
The silence was as loud as the noise had ever been
We craze the company of others our normal routine