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Remember your very first movie?
I surely remember mine
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
It was nineteen thirty-nine!
Went to a matinee with my parents
“Sit still!” my mother said
Saw two movies and a funny cartoon
Still dancing round in my head!
I remember being really frightened
By the sight of the wicked old Queen
Soon as Dopey came bouncing along
Happy times returned to the screen!
The music's been around for a lifetime
Remember “Whistle While You Work”
And “Someday My Prince Will Come”
That's when my ears started to perk
Sure don't make 'em like that anymore
Now they're 3-D animated gems
Amazing but I long for the simpler times
Sure wish I could live 'em again!
I hate it
I have been watching a love story on TV, and it never fails
I blow my nose get tearful; I curse myself for being a soppy fool
movies like this were made to appeal to my tear ducts.
The film is about a rich man’s daughter who falls in love
with the chauffeur; to the rich man’s anger, the chauffeur is fired
The young couple elopes the grumpy father hires a detective
to find them and since they are so beautiful and frequent places
only the rich can afford, they are easily spotted.
The girl cries a lot and is given house arrest
the young man gets a job as a short-order cook at a truck stop
Two years later, they meet again in the street, their love has grown
stronger than before, and he turns out to be the lost son
of a royal family somewhere in Europe.
Upon hearing this, the father forgives his daughter, pays for the wedding.
A beautiful wedding even the pastor cries.
Oh, I did not worry,
when the Covid-19 pandemic hit;
for I am a loner on this journey,
suited to isolation I had to admit.
Lots to read, paint and draw,
and DVD movies to watch I already saw;
but I got quiet and I began to withdraw,
deeper I fell;
into some kind of living hell.
And to so called friends I said farewell !
So with courage and mask on I ventured outside,
I went to the store and took a bus ride;
social distanced with pride,
I buried the introvert who was me deep inside.
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July 24, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/The Introvert Who Was Me
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1271-263-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the PREMIER contest, Isolation Philosophy
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
I remember how
if it were yesterday,
my debut were in FIRST
NIGHT OF A MAN...
(THE GRADUATE)
In the time of GREASE
i was then
A STRANGER
AT NIGHT...
I fell in love with
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN !
I do not remember her
remarkable name...
LOLITA,
CLEOPATRA,
BARBARELLA,
OR
SIMPLY MARIA ...
I only perceive that it was
LOVE AT FIRST BITE!
I loved it so much that i simply imagined,
A LOVE FOR EVERY LIFE,
but it was not ... it was
FANTASY ... THE GREATEST
EARTH SPECTACLE ...!
Then, shortly thereafter,
GOODBYE TO ILLUSIONS ...
Today in these perplex
MODERN TIMES
I can still remember
with affection my
start ... it was hot
and I did not notice that
My first love
it was precisely
THE GOODBYE GIRL ...!
PS. This is a type of poetry based on
SPINE POETRY in which we use
names of books, movies, songs, and so on;
Dr. Harold Shipman, a respected British General Practitioner,
was found to be the most prolific serial killer in modern history;
it is estimated that he killed 250 patients and perhaps more.
during twenty-seven years of practice by lethal injection of heroin.
The majority of his victims were elderly woman living alone,
although some died in his practice, there was even a young girl;
suspicion arouse over the number of cremations of his patients,
with a cause of death of old age, so an investigate was launched.
That investigation resulted in no charges being laid at the time,
Dr. Death as he became nick-named continued to kill patients;
finally, the death of a healthy 81 year old lady caused concern,
not only her death, but a forged copy of her will was found.
Finally, a full investigation with bodies exhumed where possible,
found that the women had been murdered and their jewelry stolen,
in 2000, Dr. Shipman was found guilty of 15 women's deaths,
and he was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.
A day before his 58th birthday, Dr. Shipman hanged himself,
with sheets from the bars of his cell, it was a cowardly act;
since his death in 2004, there have been TV specials, books,
documentaries, podcasts, movies, books, a song, even a play.
To honor the victims a memorial garden was created in Hyde,
it is called The Garden of Tranquility, it opened in 2005;
but what I fail to understand is how this man could kill so many
and no one noticed that something was not making sense.
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August 26, 2022
Poetry/Narrative/Doctor Death
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-537-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Dr. Harold Shipman
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 09/02/2022
Second Place
In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world,
I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words,
Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel,
They are too small, too worn out, too tame to describe the tumult within me.
Instead of speaking them, I will let actions speak in the unseen language of love,
When winter makes me shiver and my bones become fragile glass, I will say "yes"
To your midnight craving for ice cream, even if my soul negotiates with pneumonia,
Because that moment with you is warmer than any blanket.
I will not say "I love you," but I will always stop my playlist for your music,
You'll think I've always loved that singer's voice, though I used to raise an eyebrow,
But now, when her voice echoes in my headphones, I find myself humming along,
And I will lie, saying "Yes, I've always liked this," just to see your smile light up.
I'll take a detour just to stay five more minutes by your side,
I will pretend I didn't see the puddle, just so you don't have to jump over it alone,
I'll bring the forgotten bag, the bookmarks, the heavy bottle, without feeling the burden,
Because if they belong to you, how could they ever be a weight?
No, I will not say "I love you," but I will know how you like your tea, how you hate coriander,
How you pretend not to cry during sad movies but play with your ring when emotions overwhelm you,
I'll be the one who notices when your laughter doesn't reach your eyes and changes the subject,
Until you forget the sadness that held you prisoner in your thoughts.
I'll cancel plans I was eagerly awaiting just to listen to your stories,
About the colleague whose biography I could write, and I'll make it seem like it's all easy,
As if loving you, quietly, foolishly, endlessly, is the most natural thing.
Because "I love you" is not something I say, it's something I breathe into every moment,
When I choose you, without needing a reason, in the silence of each moment.
I've been told I'm much too sensitive
my eyes leak tears like a used sieve
I cry over sad movies, words in a book
so go ahead and give me that 'look'
Sometimes I cry goodbye on the phone
So what? I wasn't chiseled out of stone
Tell me I get my feelings hurt too fast
I'll say I cry from memories of my past
Don't tell me I need to restrain the flow
Maybe I've suffered more than you know
I can take being knocked around by my foes
those who bitterly want to step on my toes
But words from someone I really care about
cause me to frown with my mouth in a pout
I'm a sensitive woman who tends to cry
if I tell you I don't, I've told you a lie
I would never intentionally hurt anyone
If I like you, I'll tease you, but it's in fun
Falling tears may not be in fashion
I don't think it's a crime to have passion
So please don't think I'm being a grumps
if you do I'll get down in the dumps
I've been told that I'm a tough cookie
you can make bet on that with any bookie
I'll be your friend, honest and true
but don't hurt me 'cuz it'll make blue
There was a man's man, you could say he was grand,
who blessed the cinema screen and had millions of fans.
When he swaggered into a room, men stepped aside,
their wives and their daughters they would all try to hide.
He had something about him, some called it true grit.
Others would say, "What ever it is, I wish I had it!"
He stood around six-foot-four, larger than life.
If you crossed paths, you had better brought more than a knife.
On and off the screen he got his respect,
actors today, sorry to say, don't have that effect.
Willis, Deniro, Pacino and the Rock all rolled into one,
wouldn't come close to John Wayne and the things he has done.
Now I've seen all his movies, thanks to my Dad, his number one fan.
From Rio Bravo, Rooster Cogburn, Chisum and The Quiet Man.
That's just a few, to list all would take too much time
and drain all my ink and ruin my rhyme.
The Duke didn't lose many fights that he fought,
the man he portrayed was invincible we thought.
The battle called cancer he just couldn't juke,
but I'll always remember this pilgrim, known as the Duke.
10/12/18
Once driving home, I did defy
A deluge from the darkened sky.
The bluster lent a tinge of fright.
But God is good, and all is right.
When soon my house came into view,
Southward was cerulean blue.
And to the west an orb shone bright.
Oh, God is good, and all is right.
Voluminous the sun did rest
Upon a mountain gleaming lest
I look away; miss more delight!
But God is good, and all is right.
For where the azure sky met gray,
A rainbow over my house lay.
With peaks to east it did unite.
Oh, God is good, and all is right.
This finite sight I need to store
Inside my mind; when troubles pour,
I'll think on it. And so I write
My God is good, and all is right
For Giorgio Veneto's Beloved Poem Contest
By Andrea Dietrich in Rhyme form. I suppose
you could say Couplets but they are couplets
inside quatrain type stanzas, so I am just calling
it rhyme.
*This is a beloved poem of mine for the simple reason that it
was one of those rare poems truly inspired by reality. A lot
of my poems are based on pictures or challenges or things
I see in movies or simply from my playing with words. This actually
happened to me. I had just begun writing poetry in my life, and these
words were going through my head as I beheld the beautiful
rainbow that signaled the end of the frightening storm! When
I reached my home, I immediately began jotting down the words!
~Hear The Call~
(Free Flow )
Dreams of doom fill me quickly,
And overshadows my whole being
Thoughts as dark just come to be,
With impending doom, no longer clearly seeing
I feel so tired and so weary
All of sudden feel heavier on my feet...
Nothing to hold me, I can't take a step,
His evil presence makes my heart faster beat
I'm falling into a darker, endless hole,
And a fear like none other, raises all over me,
Where horrifying, undead faces my heart coldly grips...
He overpowers me and his dark riders creep on me...
The precious they want from me at any cost...
And the ring bids me to do his master's will, at last.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
November.01.2016
~Author notes:
From Frodo's point of view at the Prancing Pony Inn.Frodo's about to slip into darkness...
-From my poetry collection and inspired by the LOTR triology and the Hobbit books and movies-