Long Film Poems
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(Sung To The Song "I Will Always Love You" By Whitney Houston...From the film..The Bodyguard)...(1992)
If you do stay
You'll be tempting me to your way
In the bin you now go
I can't risk having you here everyday
Coz I will want to eat you
I will want to taste you
You
My biscuit you
Mmmmmm
Loaded with calories
And the fat thighs given to me
So goodbye
I won't cry
Plus my weight plays havoc with my knees
Coz I will want to bite you
I will want to nibble you
You
You could stay if fat free
And I lost all the weight you gave to me
And hadn't given me chin number three
I favoured you, but now set myself free
And I will always love you
Your soft chocolate goo
Your brown crumbly crumb base
Your sweet biscuit round face
Your taste that I still crave
Each small crumb I would not waste
My
Biscuit, I miss you
I'll always
I'll always want you.
Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Written 15.10.21
The clear, sweet evil of that simple name,
so redolent of sweaty viciousness,
of Spite is Right, of sin divorced from blame,
of seedy placemen, bloated with success,
did not fit with his flinty newsreel face.
This quarry, tracked down by a newer gang,
the old, tired formula once more in place,
would get a just, fair trial - and then he'd hang.
They showed him film of Auschwitz-Birkenau.
On all the panels of his glassy dock
the thin ghosts grinned, like Death's Heads, come to mock.
Who can feel pity for six million shades?
Yet one lone man (a worthless one, allowed)
hemmed in by death, still harrows and degrades.
The church's voice seems so void
in this modern age so spiritually dim
where atheism and modernism in charge
controlling social opinion forever in film
so many churches water down the message
where the gospel is no gospel at all
losing it's effect with no power in effect
no wonder sin is rampant no longer small
But the question needs to be asked
what is the church without the gospel?
can it be called indeed one anymore
when souls cry to go to God's hospital
The only medicine that can cure sin
is the gospel of God's redeeming grace
but it must be told truly as it is
and not carnal entertainment in it's place
The Bible says what God has declared
repent of sin and believe God's word
this is God's church only real message
anything less is completely absurd
So church of Christ from death arise
put on your gospel armour bright
be bold be strong and stand fast
it's still day shine forth before it's night
('There is nothing so useless as a church without the gospel' - J.C. Ryle (1816-1900)
Picture this
A perfect portrait of what could be
A snap shot in time
A memory frozen in warmth
A flash of serenity
If I could hold every second in this camera of love
Would it be blurry or undeveloped
Could it be a work of art
Could it take me away
Pictures of the past still grey
Glimpses unsteady because of a fearful hand
No film to devolp when it stays hidden
Backgrounds of what love use to be cloud my judgement
Try to crop it try to block out the pain
But it never seems to be what it needs to be
The lense I look through is always cracked
Always broken from me
Peices of a heart broken in shreds
If I took a picture of what has become
The shot continues to fade with each year
I just need a digtal print where I have moved past
What the zoom distorts and clearly see
everything this tripod of life can hold for me.
"Tulips under Sastin"
is a Project and research module
for a song.
It's mention is a work in progress
it's self. Just the mention of this phrase
means interest
and a willingness to be a part of the
inspiration of this
southing sound.
Urging: needing to exsist it
tugs the helm lines
and twistthem in a bunch.
needing attention
longing to be
it's mere mention causes
those who wish togetherness to
come together and create it
for the sake of the future.
polishing,oiling,swabbing adjusting
so that other's might marvel
at the way's of differencing
can bring others together
in a collective with interest same in need and want
a desire to be creative
and at the same time\create something now
that will sound like something then.
Clean all those instruments
collaberate
and settle on tempo, writte the notes
rmember the tone
adjust the need for
clear and tranparnet readiness
folk who love music and don't
mind working come together and create this thang.
!
Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
By Phan Tan Hai
The wise are never confused,
the brave never afraid—
now I meet them again in a film,
the lessons I learned in my youth,
unsure how much of them ever proved true.
Is it true the wise no longer doubt?
Is it true the brave no longer fear?
The Analects I recited when I was young—
dust on the bookshelf has blurred
the innocence of those years.
Alas—
the more I study, the more doubts arise;
the braver I become, the more hesitation grows,
only because I fear this world
will shatter a little more,
only because I fear another moon
will break upon the lake.
Meeting Master Confucius’s teachings again
in a martial-arts film,
my heart grows even more uncertain.
Books I read now are countless as scriptures,
yet the more I understand this world,
the deeper my doubts become.
The more words, the more tangled—
if only the heart were quiet,
if only all words vanished from the mind,
if only I could delight in this world like a child,
look into a mirror
and forget my own name, or anyone’s.
Each day I translate the news—
full of bomb-soaked storms,
full of children’s cries.
Who was it that said
“the wise are never confused”?
Swimming through forests of words each day,
my heart grows heavier
with doubt.
If only I could forget all words,
enter a place without measure,
where neither wisdom nor folly exists,
where neither black nor white,
neither night nor day,
neither self nor other—
a place where all things
are silent.
she said he was a hoffknocka
a proletariat sort of peasant.
more so a woff doff casscul
a simon descendant of peasantry
he found comfort in poverty.
she refused to help him:
her brother whom
she loved as a child: but she
found it easy to walk on him
as an adult.
those whom you love
they all love me.
they despise you
they look to their world and hate
the fact fact that you are in it.
she makes him suffer
and has made his labor harder
she stands among those
who wishes him to be poor
that it's easier from her position
she sings dew-lay-mi in the night
might those who are in different to her
find comfort in helping him
endearing these positions
to generate nexting
from a new veiw
might he become n Ellitistic person from his
new found comfort
build
enbolden
and to empower
Photographs are memories of life developed in dark rooms of reflection
Exposure and fixation for a moment and beyond
A couple holding firm their togetherness covered in aquamarine hues
Blue focus a moon the earth horizon and foothold
Some of them require no more than an aperture and infinite moment
Whichever way you turn them they shed intricate light
The centre remains where all angles meet regardless of perspective
Like a Rorschach Test with one half missing
Azure Cyan and Sapphire shades condensed on a palette in motion
A kiss and embrace hanging from film clips waiting to dry
Stop bath fixer and final rinse then reality immortalizes another illusion
Cerulean dreams held by intimate clouds and lips intertwined
A picture in which artist and models change positions and convergence
Glimpse of concern and subtle impermanence
Turquoise surrender and teal skies as comets lie in passionate waiting
Spectre and shadows solemnly overcast and yet translucent
Captured on chromogenic paper and free as the stars nevertheless
A picture holds pure truth while the Universe shifts
26th January 2020
they sound like a bunch of squabbling bar patrons.
"tell them to get back to work!", they should listen
to her because she's the boss and represents the company they work for. The issue at hand is that the ranking floor manager and
the ranking assitant manager are in dispute due to the
managers having the ability to bully his once co-worker who
stayed sick and often was absent from work. for a year the manager
extracted his brand of revenge against his co-hort.
Once in front of visiting inspectors he said " the wood used to build
the pallets comes kinda cheap cause their's enough ***'s around, that we have wood readily available" he stopped and said "no pun to the assistant manager,".
When the assistant manager got him alone he cornered him and warned him against being rude in front of the gest, he asked him" what are you tryna do"?
well the assistant manager found through an anonymous source that a opening that required additional training would be opening once the Sales manger took her Pregnancy leave, the course would be three weeks and the only problem was he'd have to leave early for three weeks to get to the college on time. He wanted to keep the training a secret so he'd have to find away to let his boss, to allow him to come in early for three weeks. So he thought about it and came up with having to help his brothers girlfriend with her pregnancy class. The boss allowed him to come in earlier and leave early so he could make the class. well for two weeks he made the class and he put in for the job. Not knowing he qualified when word got around the warehouse, the fellows started teasing him. well he got the job and everybody under him started worring. the first thing he did was........