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Laura thought her colleague Kate was crass
Kate thought Laura was a phony and an ass.
So Laura tweaked the amplifier in Kate’s phone
Made voices faint, so Kate would raise her tone.
Kate snapped at clients, “Speak up! I can’t hear!”
Laura wore a halo while grinning ear to ear.
Customers hated shouting, complaints began to rise
Laura gloated on the chaos, behind her angel eyes.
You can alter a database, if you don't get that raise
You can contaminate a sample, if the foreman don't give praise.
You can alter a rival's research, and then laugh with glee
Or add laxatives in their coffee, and Viagra in their tea.
You can make a coworker look like an incompetent fool
Fiddle with expense reports and watch his boss turn cruel
You can leak Hollywood scripts, or secretly defame
It's whether you win or lose, not how you play the game.
Now it's true the Viagra hit was just meant as a joke
But envy can ruin a life, or make a man go broke.
Sabotage is easy to hide, no mess like with a gun.
Police can't solve a crime if they don't know there was one.
Nurses have put insulin into drinks, let's say into beer
I don't have the details, but weird symptoms did appear
seemed a natural deterioration, but is some cases they were caught
Too late for the victim, what jealousy had wrought.
Now if you feel sick, and doctors are mystified
That doesn't mean some nasty drug to your body was applied
Some of us have lost a job, some have lost a friend
That doesn't mean a saboteur made that relation end.
The probability isn't zero, that’s the trouble with the game.
And depending on the cause, the solutions not the same.
On the borderland of instinct, suspicion, doubt, and fear
The only clue may be sensations, and voices that you hear.
Don't take my word for this, use Copilot or use Bing.
I have reason to believe this is not such a rare thing.
Life hits with enough problems without evil intention.
But there's no end to a malicious mind's invention.
With your oh so sweet words of love every day
You brighten my world ten fold
Oh just to be with you to experience once again
The passion, the intense love untold
Long every moment to relive those days
That have resided this long in my heart
The memories so sweet so filled with such joy
As once more on this love ship we embark
Methinks these days they surely aren't real
Usually happens only in Hollywood
But real they are and this sweet loving friendship
We'd make it different if we could
Perhaps one day if we wish long and hard
The love gods will smile and say
You may now be together till the end of time
My heart melts at the thought each day
The Alcoholic in Your Life
Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.
Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages of addicts are no longer fifty.
Some eleven year olds, sneak drink at home, they think it's nifty.
Alcoholism begins in denial, first by the drinker,
Then, the fellow deniers: friends and family, too.
Unable to see where this might have a fatal end.
Our society so worked up over fentanyl and shrooms,
We scoff at them throwing the drug, alcohol, up in our bathrooms.
We've yet to understand all alcohol is a dangerous drug,
I know, not you~you really are not addicted.
Many die of this disease each day, deadly conflicted.
Call yourself blessed, if this disease you do not have.
Please do not laugh at these unfortunate blokes.
See that they get the help they need~
Stop kvetching over second hand smoke.
Alcoholics come in all shapes and sizes.
Attorneys, doctors, Hollywood, too.
Love needed urgently, not arrogant and unforgiving surmises!
Panagiota Romios
4/3/2019
Mariah needed to get to the Hollywood Hills
She recognized this mission was her destiny
Tell everyone her mother encouraged her
It was 1974, when rides were free
She hitchhiked from Ohio to California
Singing folk songs with strangers
In VW buses, muddy farm pickups,
She spent fifty-six minutes in a limousine.
The weather became warmer, almost balmy.
Sorry about the Santa Ana winds the natives apologized.
Mariah stood on her tippy toes, letting the winds blow her shirt.
She had never been this excited in her life.
This was a magical place, a haven away from ice and snow.
She could sleep on the street, there was no wind chill of sixteen below.
Do you want to just stay here by yourself? Her last ride asked her.
He was an older man, in designer clothes.
Why not? She said. I am in heaven here, Nirvana.
He offered her twenty dollars, but she said the ride was enough.
She was living her dream, riding the wave of enthusiasm.
So happy, she knew she could fly!
(This is a fictional poem)
I had dinner at one of the best restaurants in Hollywood.
The prices were high but the food was good.
Sylvester Stallone came in the restaurant with Lindsay Lohan.
This was something I didn't understand.
Why was she dating him? He's old enough to be her granddad.
I overheard what he said to her and it made me mad.
He said that because he was paying for her dinner, he was entitled to take her to
bed.
I got up and hit him in the head.
I invited him outside to have a fight.
I thought I'd win because he was doing wrong and I was doing right.
But he beat the hell out of me.
As I laid on the ground bleeding, here came Mister T.
Mister T told Stallone to leave me alone
and if he didn't, he'd break his bones.
Stallone said "I whooped you in Rocky III and I can do it again."
They got in a fight but Stallone didn't win.
After Mister T beat him to a bloody pulp, he said "I pity the fool."
Usually I'm against violence but this time it was pretty cool.
Mister T helped me get up and he dusted me off.
Stallone broke my ribs and it hurts like hell when I cough.
I don't regret fighting Stallone even though I didn't win.
I was thrilled to hear that Lindsay Lohan would never date him again.
Form:
Diesel fumes soar through the air
Venturing from South towards the West
Riding the rails without fail
Around the mountainous bends
The valleys and rivers below
Maneuvering through trees of forest among the hiking trails
The Sun beacons in peeks of shades among the trees
The theme “GO WEST YOUNG MAN” being a mission follow through
Station after station
Taking the scenic route of America’s best
Intermittent views that parallel with the train windows
Endless miles into the destination to arrive
Splendid majestic mountains high
Open space as far as the eyes can see
Scenes of America’s landscape
Travel Pursue
Major cities and towns of America’s neighbors
Once upon still establishing in the present
The smell of Diesel flows through each passenger car
The sunset Limited has travelled far
Conversating passing the time to other fellow passengers aboard
Strangers at first then friends thereafter
The Sunset Limited fulfills its promise
Journeying on without delay
The thought of the west and how it was won
The Wild Wild West back in history
Reliving the train historical phases
When stagecoaches and Indians were the focus of western heritage
The sun beams and shines over the silver causing shadows
The night assures restful sleep
As one ventures, their souls to keep
The four days have awakened our eyes
Los Angeles, we have arrived
City of Hollywood full of entertainment
A week to view and tour
Sunset Limited was a follow through
In Los Angeles, there is lots to do.
The wild west created many cowboys with the will to win;
some were robbers and didn't care whom they hurt,
others true gentlemen who courted beautiful women
and fought for justice's sake making everyone shout.
Buffalo Bill must have been the most famous of all,
he delt with the Native Indians and was admired as well;
his horse was swift and his tracker's mind was always alert,
many trails he left behind and those stories evolved into legend.
Hollywood created its own cowboys: John Wayne and Clint Eastwood,
both were known for their sarcasm and good looks, but faithful they remained
to their steed with those images of fearless cowboys, but they couldn't be compared
to the Lonely Ranger for speed and shrewdness everywhere his keen eyes turned.
Captain Kirk, an adventurous guy,
flew through galaxies beyond earth’s sky
on an old sci-fi show
which was canceled although
crazy fans would not let Star Trek die!
First for having the Captain Kirk name,
William Shatner achieved certain fame.
Illusions can shatter;
though older and fatter,
Shatner still is a STAR all the same!
* William Shatner earned both a Golden Globe and an Emmy for his quirky
role as Denny Crane and Emmy nominations until the end of the series
Boston Legal. Also he appears on numerous comedy and tv shows, does
cameos, interviews, conventions, commercials, twitter, and book writings
and has a star on both the Hollywood and the Canadian Walk of Fame.
By Andrea Dietrich for Skat's Poetry Contest with Star Trek Theme.
Star Trek Rules!
WILL-SLAP-ROCK
Perilous mixed up in the industry,
Troubled rumbled "situationship" tainted gentry,
epitomize a couple's open chemistry?
Oh...!!! What a timely tangle
that spangled in a world of Illuminati triangle.
Society's predicament sums up a night of quagmire
even though the story ends up ephemeral.
In betwixt the slap and Rock
was a moment with Chris and his long talk.
In betwixt Will Smith's "Oscar best actor" win,
was a comedy of errors and his open sin;
Global warming was the cheek of Chris Rock,
Oblivious of the disgrace that he couldn't duck
but had to be man enough
to receive that hot stuff,
steaming like a hot stove.
Twas like a Hollywood movie
that makes you shock, jocund or moody,
like when Mom hits you in front of your friends
and you act like it didn't hurt.
And so, "everybody hates Chris"
for cranking-up a bald joke about Jada Smith
but missed the moment Will noticed Jada wasn't having it
and had to slap Chris Rock for it,
just to make up for laughing so hard in a bit.
And just like that in one hour half,
this saga was passed around more than his wife.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©March 28th, 2022.
Hollywood squares, we would stare
at the set, as we do now in varying
shapes and sizes.
Now family appears
in quaint little tablet squares - some
sheltered-quiet, or
eccentric with Eiffel
Tower backdrop,
some ogling the others,
one with a gas mask face finding appall
and humor
during this fathomless race,
slow like a tortoise who can’t mete a hare —
time recklessly drawn out,
the finish line
far out there. What will we find when
civilization restarts?
Will we be wearing rags,
our riches bagged up and sent to thrift?
I stare and inquire of the squares —
will we find our round
faces headed
into outer space
or going nowhere
at a fast pace?
Are we raptured? Are we done?
NO!
the session ended, no goodbyes
too - sudden as a hawk
we will find our hands
back in the land of the living
robotic pace of happenstance
have we lost
a career,
gained weight,
kept up the humor
of the Hollywood Squares?
3/30/2020