Long Film star Poems
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Millionaire, Bartholomew Fairfax
Admitted today, he ‘FORGOT’ to pay his tax
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Goodness gracious; well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
And this comes from his latest press release
The Young lady on his arm was ‘NOT’ his niece
[Chorus]
You’re kidding; no way;
No Sheep Sherlock; you don’t say;
Tell me something I don’t know;
Shut the front door; I’ll be blowed
[Jamming session]
(She) Okay, Lads… what bright spark wrote “No SHEEP Sherlock”.
(He) Sorry Darlin’ had to be done for the radio…
(He) So as we don't shock the kiddies
(She) But SHEEP!…… this crowd’s gonna laugh us off stage!
(He) Well we didn’t have no choice, cos radio won’t say [Beep]
(She) You do know they can hear us… right?
(He) Then we’d better give em some more of what they came for
(She) Sounds good to me!
(He) Come on!!! a one, a two… a one, two, three, four……
…
His jewel bedecked wife in her large golden carriage
Is backing HER man for the sake of their marriage
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Who’d have guessed it; Gosh; who knew;
Crikey; Get away with you;
Well I’m gobsmacked;
But I was not born yestaday
The film star sex offender… and perhaps I’m just a cynic
Has booked himself, pre-trial, into a plush sex addicts clinic
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Blimey; Holy Moly; Strewth;
A pig just flew above my roof;
So, who’d have thunk it; pinch me, quick;
And tell me…… is it ‘ME’ that’s thick?
Still to come in The News tonight
Two youths in a pub have been in a fight
And the final result in formula one...
The man in the fastest car has won
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Goodness gracious; well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
“That’s it ‘Guvvna’…… YANK me chain….”
“It’s got bells on~“
“Thanks for coming guys and girls…
And… goodnight!”
You're the reason I rise on a winters day .
You put that glint in my eye and a smile on my face.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
You're the girl of my dreams my ideal castaway.
Those smiles that you give me, your just ace.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day.
You're the moon and the stars reflected on a wind swept bay.
In a race for my heart you would always get first place.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
I would walk on hot coals from here to Bombay.
To be by your side, and see that smile, face to face.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day.
People may frown but you'll be mine one day.
Your my favourite member of the human race.
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
I would whisk you off your feet and take you away .
And every day your beauty I would showcase.
You're the reason I rise on a winters day .
Your my Hollywood hero a star of matinee.
A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was
Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green
Or brown, depending on her mood that
Changed faster than traffic lights on
Sunset Boulevard
Between laughter, pain and suspicion
I could see her soul and wide-open eyes
They killed her slowly the famous men
Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond
Forever
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore.
Zen
Love is
A gold coin
That never rust
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart,
She has all the words and the biggest smile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Just one look, and I fall apart;
I would gladly travel a hundred miles.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
Mona Lisa, move aside—this girl’s a real work of art,
Her looks, well, they just beguile.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Her personality is truly off the charts,
You only meet such charm once in a while.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
You play Josephine, and I will be Bonaparte—
Who would not want to walk you down a church aisle?
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
Bacall film-star looks—if only I was Bogart!
She’s got film-star style, film-star smile.
She has empty pockets, but she has the biggest heart.
This is the girl I want as my sweetheart.
MATURING
Yesterday, I plunged into a whisper.
The fiery red marquee that blasted my existence disappeared,
Like a B-film star at the Oscars,
And only a faint shadow obscuring its source remained.
Today, I began to climb a mud puddle,
Sweating brown slime and panting organic putridness
Like a Ferrari submerged in flood waters
Needing to be recognized as a treasure hidden by an unnatural disaster.
Tomorrow, I will rest on a bucking bronco,
Riding the turbulence with ease and poise
Like a skater glides across smooth, glassy ice
Experienced and unfazed by the bumps that once threatened to unseat me.
April 26,2016
Entered in free verse, judged 5/2
The Withernwick Ramblers Skiffle Group
Not exactly an enterprising name
But we did however have
One unique claim to fame.
We accompanied Audrey Hepburn,
Famous Film Star, yes that’s the one
That elfin faced great actress
Now so very sadly gone,
The Six Five SpeciaL National Skiffle Contest
The only one there’s ever been
Heats at the Star Cinema Hornsea and
We were behind the Silver Screen
The film was War and Peace
Saturday afternoon Matinee showing
And our last rehearsal
Before the heats got going.
So, we accompanied Audrey Hepburn
But I don’t suppose she ever knew
About those four Yorkshire lads
Murdering Worried Man Blues
We came fifth out of four
But that was outdone by by far
By the fact that we’d in theory
Accompanied a Hollywood Star.
You're a film star
to these crazy naked
Irish eyes Smiling, in that forever
beautiful sings out sweetly you
Take that walk with me and see
praying to give you paradise of dreams
Leaving a golden warm smile
wrapped up softly under you're pillow
To touch in the gentleness of an angel's hand
purity touching never ending bliss
Dancing insides intoxicated with the spirits
lighting up a star trailing in the wish of vision
One prays in the happiness
magically granting dreams wishes
whisked away enchanting dancing souls
sprinkling upon a sea of air
rainbow mists bouquets color
your beauty complete
:)
What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
Visiting my father
I met my brother in the town where he was
on his way to see our father and wanted
me to tag along
He, our dad, lived in an old house and
surprised to see his youngest son also
He brought beer from the kitchen and
my brother and he spoke about labor
politics
I was at the time a communist and had
contempt for those not sharing my faith
After all, I had spent several days at
a hospital in Odessa, where doctors wore
tall white hats, a chef would envy
My father avoided looking my way
I sat reading a newspaper, looking him over
He was of middle height and still had dark
hair, slim, I wondered if he was a kven
The first time I saw him in 1948, he was
drunk gave me a bar of chocolate with
photo of a female film star inside the wrapper
He was much older now, rolled hand-made
cigarettes and had a cough
That was the last time I met my father
when he died at seventy-five, I was as
usual absent
He was no Alfred
The war was over my father was coming home from the sea
he had chocolate bars, and inside one there was a picture of a film star
propaganda is not new- my picture was of Clark Able
I remember the bar of chocolate as being a bit stale, but sweet.
I was in bed at the time, was pale and thing suffering from tuberculosis
my old man looked aghast and said; is this son?
A furious argument erupted, my father had to leave, never saw him again
except on the bus going into town, he sat there crying
and I left to avoid the embarrassment.
But this was years before I met Alfred, who refuses to be my father.