Long Films Poems
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For some occasions,
when she wants to appear attentive,
her eyes are Morning Glory brilliant blue,
unwinding for sunrise, heliotropic,
closing at dusk,
wilting into the dark.
As light fades on summer evenings
her brilliant white Datura gown
unfolds its pleats to Dervish-whirl
through the cooling air,
attracting all manner of
pleasure-seekers,
retiring slowly
as darkness deepens,
resting to dance again tomorrow.
On more desperate nights,
her vanilla scented Cereus-spirit
all but explodes,
anxious to find her lover
in that single evening of her life.
By dawn’s light
she hangs spent and lifeless,
her glory gone
but for the seeds planted in her belly
during that wondrous darkness.
YouTube has marvelous stop-action films of these flowers. There is information elsewhere online regarding their uses by and effects on humans.
prophets wear hand-painted signs and sit in the back of buses
advertising paradise some wear gold rings on fingers
and count money the dream returns mother nature shows me
that her kiss thrusting trust is forbidden knowledge of desire
flamenco dancers dead soldiers marching through white stone collects
cold silence in the sweat of illusion we touch the agony
words drained of their blood is a frightening proposition
of desire we speak of tiny morsels savored like wine
in the ear whispered adultery gray films moving through bones
devoid of worms sleeping in apartments frightened residents look out
through tiny peepholes as disheveled people on shoulders of roads
hold card-board signs beside skinny dogs begging passing cars
for crumpled notes with dead faces
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
His lanky frame wasn't a detractor,
James Stewart was a prolific actor.
His deliberate drawl was a factor,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
With his shy stutter and sly smile routine,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
His roles were never vulgar or obscene,
neither in films nor in a Broadway play.
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
(Intertwining Triolet)
08,19,2019
MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY
Any Form Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Look at the tall, young man
walking down the street
in black, tattered shoes.
He is wearing a purple beret
and a bright orange and white
striped shirt.
His dark blonde hair is
long and layered.
His body in thin and lean.
He has a handsome face
with dark, arched brows
that frame his grey-green eyes.
He walks with a nonchalance
yet there is a determined look
on his face.
His mind is full of creative ideas
lost in fantastical thoughts.
He observes and contemplates
films and edits
draws and envisions.
He is looking to make his mark
in the world
To have his voice heard
To stand out among the many.
The competition is fierce
yet he will not compromise.
The goal is authentic
self expression.
Through the pain of
repeated rejection
he continues to put
one step in front
of the other.
One day he will
succeed, if he
perseveres.
Keep walking
young man
my son.
Written in April, 2004
Its book day at school
My son's all excited
He can dress up in character
From his favourite book
"Hooray" he says
"I'll go as Harry Potter"
"Hmmm are you sure"
"Yes daddy, it's dress up day"
"But Harry Potter" I say
"I love it" he says
"You love the films you mean"
"Yes I love them" he says
"Its book character day though"
"Are there Harry Potter books?" he says
"Yes but you've not read them"
Oh well, too late now I sigh
Costume's bought, friends told
No going back now.....
Just hope he's not asked about the books
Instead with a bit of luck
The teacher can ask the other Harry Potters.….….
Yes, there's three of them!!!
Bet they've not read the books either
If I were rich I would live in Orlando,
Where the sun grooms the watered land,
Where busyness is quelled by knowing that,
You can always live in another city grand.
My Disney poems would be accepted,
As part of the scene, the whole shebang,
As I would hope to complement Mr Disney,
With poetry’s feeling shade on the hang.
I would have the carers that I wanted to,
Tall, handsome, smiley and relaxed at chat,
And maybe have two showers every day,
With only a t-shirts to choose and rat.
I might go swimming in the outside pool,
With a carer, not with a staunch physio,
And I could barbecue mushrooms forever,
With have a large car having Orlando radio.
I may, in the end, write a non-fiction book,
About the Disney films and their morality,
About what’s behind them and the values,
About their promotion of a healthy longevity.
Sea World, Universal Studios and NASA,
Are just on hand by your door step,
And as a hub and centre for internationals,
The diverse culture means no cooking prep.
26/10/2015
My country, it is not the sweet Portugal
AND yet I love Fado, the wine of the Douro,
My country is not beautiful Italy, nor Rome,
And yet I love Naples, Palermo, and Florence,
It’s not Haiti or Salvador de Bahia,
It’s the Dolce Vita and Eight and a half, in black and white,
I like all the films by Fellini or Antonioni,
My country, it is not the illustrious talkative France
AND yet I like Jurançon and Monbazillac,
I like beef bourguignon and duck with orange,
My country, it’s not California, or Utah,
AND yet I like Monument Valley, Hollywood Boulevard,
I love the Grand Canyon and Los Angeles at night,
My country, it is not so political Turkey,
But I love Istanbul and sleepy Cappadocia,
It’s the Dolce Vita and Eight and a half, in black and white,
My country is the cinema, it’s the privileged place
Where will the train stop from your indolent and black eyes,
It is beyond, the bridge of lascivious embraces, the bridge of the Iroise
It’s the country I like when you play for me alone, O my action.
NB La Dolce Vita and eight and a half, are two masterpieces by Fellini.
I like just about anything you like to eat.
Any ethnic selection would be considered a treat.
I know several fine restaurants where we can go.
You can make the selection if there is any place you know.
Would you like to see a movie after dinner?
There are plenty of good films that are an Academy Award winner.
I know some great places where we can dance.
We can step out on the floor if you want to take a chance.
There are plenty of splendid places where we can go.
All I ask of you is, let’s not go to a casino.
Robert Pettit
for Nette Onclaud's "Take Two" Contest
March 31, 2014
Originally entered in Frank H. "First Date" contest.
In the bivouac field of life's main
All things are uncertain
From the wide spread of the elms
'Til the motion of the films.
A life's solemn swear
Is not to let the tear
Drop in vainless mortality
Nor fall on cup of insanity.
In the belfries of life
Clangs of pains and joys unite
Through out the coldness of the night
By the reflections of the eyes.
A chaotic world in vain full realms
Announcing its awful psalms
In myriad times it broke
Divinity of peace if took.
Time is fleeting
Things are changing
As the days that closeth at nights
So the harmony within its heights..
Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap.
Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his
transmissibility
claims were all crap.
“Tickle me, pickle me,
say it’s not true, for if
you have the clap then I
must have it too!”
Doctors prescribed her some
anti-microbials,
Ward soon found out that she
had been untrue.
Beaver was curious,
Ward was so furious,
fake news of Eddie’s lewd
films made him snap.
“June, you’re so sensible,
incomprehensible,
that you could fall for that
con-artist’s crap!”
Friskiness, riskiness,
ratings were rising, but
not so surprising they
cancelled the show.
Frightened by content too
radiological,
sponsors said “Beaver” was
not apropos.