Long Filming Poems

Michael Joseph Jackson

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of the most significant cultural...

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The Edges of Rhyme 

I wrote the playbook, watching what they took 
While the earth shook I could not look 
In the direction of the Big Book 
Like a fish caught on a nasty hook...

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Afterwards.

Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh?
I can see that we seemed to be happy 
As I look at an old photograph.
But now our mouths
Seem almost paralysed
Or are tight and grim.
I vaguely recall a...

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See them walking up and down the picketing line with a sign reaching up to the divine; see them shouting from the back of the van and them over there are screaming from the music...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXVI

IF ever I had a Country with or without any " Wood " in the aching aping Film Industry
And if ever (you know the refrain by now) I...

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II.

The clothes went flying, much fun was had,
she had to admit he wasn't that bad.
So much so that after filming had ceased
she stayed with Norm for another two weeks.

It wasn't all sex, though both had...

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I.
Cammy Gonzalez was born in L.A.,
a child of sun and surf, you could say.
She never had that much skill with the books,
but had been blessed with abundant good looks.

Like many women with looks that men...

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We are of no club 
In the race of destiny
There may be team work 
To avoid setback filming to drub
Trials and luck making lot of agony
Despite the unrelenting years of paperwork

To me school is cool
Inspiring...

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Before they were released by their local police department,  they showed the pro
Hamas popular all girl band, a copy of their latest videos.

"You may think you are pretty cool and a pretty popular group...

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"15 and 16"


she was taken
from a distance
removed, she watched 
her mother die
15

the sky bleeds
blue now

echoes in the 
cloudy eyes of 
a helpless mother 
watching her daughter
and innocence die

the warm jets 
from bilious 
billionaires
well fed 
by...

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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for a Joe
I slipped across floor 
And got an encore
Me and...

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                             38.4154017°, -76.5341214°
A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones...

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My heart goes weary; shrinking, 
I can't think right. 
My thoughts float sinking, 
It won't go filming delight. 
When all we build for all, 
Break into pieces and flew in dust. 
We wish but it...

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Perhaps in another i.e. alternate world, this middled aged (baby boomer bona fide bra burner) of two well nigh near grown daughters felt caught in an invisible whirled wide web The Parent Trap. 
 ...

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Once, a boy dinosaur named Vore wanted to explore outdoors
rather than stay home completing morning chores.  So, one morn, he didn't stay, but sought his brave and snuck out while his Mom snored.

Vore walked...

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There's a feeling of sadness
Mixed with a wistful awe
As we pick our careful way
Across a rubble strewn floor.
An eerie sort of half light,
As though hiding from the day,
Hiding our history until
It's finally thrown away.

This building...

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BREAKING NEWS:

There are unconfirmed reports that, while filming a new advertisement campaign, (on location), on the island of Flores in Indonesia, Martin the Geico Gecko, was eaten by a local komodo dragon named Varanus. Initial...

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Call me the 
magician, pulling 
rabbits out my hat, 
the 13th Friday 
Jason Voorhees 
stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus 
powers when I use 
my magic wand, 
soft upbeat 
melodies are 
sprinkled to a 
sadder...

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While visiting India, I saw this poem contest,
I was glad, I found myself in the situation best,
Hurried, I went to a remote village,
Folks told me to go under the old Oak tree to see the...

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So I’ve got a little secret
    ‘bout evangelism “tracts”.
See, they load us up each Sunday,
    and we all plan our attacks.
Sometimes, we hear a sermon;
    sometimes,...

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Next day no water supply

Child looks up to me with searchin eyes

"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice

To a papa I don't have no choice

The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice

 

And now I'm...

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Next day no water supply

Child looks up to me with searchin eyes

"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice

To a papa I don't have no choice

The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice

 

And now I'm...

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I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the...

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Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that 
13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand, 
while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder...

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Flames are now ashes 
Stars earn their passes 
On a second round
Enjoying the mountainous town 
Being at their peak 
Everyone listening to the words they speak 
Forgetting who said ‘I do’ 
Arrived for another gig...

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