Today I think of your
Contributions closing the theater’s door
Putting together toasted bread
Ready for a child to be fed
Youngster wearing grape jelly
Face down to the belly
Laughing saying ‘this is great’
Not showing any hate
But Peanut Butter, it is you
Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool
Thank you for coming out of the nutty shell
I would like to tell
About the sandwich where you are
The star
Performing with a backup fruity band
Bringing in all your fans
Grabbing using two strong hands
Not really needing added ham
Applause when going into the mouth
Travelling stomach south
Toddler enjoying the mess
Never will they confess
Instead, go off to sleep
Napping counting Bo and Peep
Lovely sheep
Who once were said
Proclaimed Holy bread
God’s true lamb
Sacrificed when ended up caught in a jam
How much do we love
Our meal fitting like a glove
Getting it all over ourselves
Nutritious wealth
Giving us good health
Being simple as a chair
Lunchtime afternoon’s delightful affair
Always welcome on the stage
No matter what the audiences age
Categories:
matinee, child, food, health, innocence,
Form: Rhyme
As we go to sleep we know not whats in store.
slipping into a sweet slumbering abyss.
Down in the rabbit hole- dreams form from thin air.
playing with the soul or rattled to the core,
rarely known it's not actually real.
Made of precious beauty or nightmarish gore.
Spirit world has its macabre puppet show.
As we lay unmoving and we gently snore.
Not knowing quite where reality exists,
Dreams form from thin air- down in the rabbit hole.
Too deep to know why, too real to ignore.
May 22, 2021
Emily Pinet
Categories:
matinee, dream, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Tonight shines bright, moonlight beam
Wildlife shadows move between
Hunters and hunted hide in silence
Manoeuvre their skill, their instinct as guidance
A squawk, a squeal, a wildlife kill
A tum now full, a fresh night meal
Rustle of leaves, a silent wait
Wind echos the sound of a creaking gate
The hoot of an owl, screech of a fox
Insects living in a rotting old box
Rabbits out dining, their little ones in tow
Bats ariel acrobatics swoop high and low
Natures night matinee draws an end
Their beds and safety they will depend
The moon slowly dims her light
Respite for another survival fight.
23.01.21
Categories:
matinee, animal, moon, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Daydream Matinee
David J Walker
What were these visions planted
Within my head
In my bed
So young a sleep
But not so deep as unconscious exclusion
Was it only the illusion of a 7-year-olds
Imagination
The silent hands of messengers drawing
Motion pictographs on the walls of my
Subconsciousness
I see them clearly and completely
As if a nights sleep at 7 still showing
The Daydream Matinee
Naming me on the Marque
And only me as the audience
Messages left for later interpretation
Categories:
matinee, dream,
Form: Rhyme
BEYOND THE MILK OF HERA PAST THE HEAVEN'S VERTEBRAE
THE STARS BLINK GLEAMING SAGAS, IN THE DAWN THEY FADE AWAY
MY SHIP MAKES AN INCISION IN EVERY THING THEY SAY
THE SEA WEARS LIKE A SILKY DRESS THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT
AND NEVER DOES THE MOON APPEAR SO BEAUTIFUL IN WHITE
MY SAILS, IMPATIENT WITH THE WIND, REFLECT CELESTIAL LIGHT
OLD TRITON'S SHELL IS SOUNDLESS IN POSEIDON'S CALMING DEEP
IF PROTEUS WOULD CHANGE HIS SHAPE, WHAT FORM WOULD HE NOW KEEP
THE COMPASS NEEDLES'S IGNORANT OF FAIR AURORA'S SLEEP
LIKE ORPHEUS I SEEK TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY LOVE THERE
AS IF EURYDICE COULD BE ALIVE IN VIEWLESS AIR
MY MAP OF MAL DU SIECLE IS A CHART OF MAL DE MER
BENEATH THE WINGS OF HALCYON I WAIT CALYPSO'S WHIM
A GENTLE ZYPHYR CAN'T INSURE MY EQUALIBRIUM
MY NAVIGATION LIGHTS GLOW BRIGHT AND THEN THEY SEEM TO DIM
DO HEAVEN'S ANGELS SALT THE SEAS WITH TEARS OF JOY OR PAIN
ARE ALL MY PATHS AIMED AT DEATH OR DO THEY LEAD ME HOME AGAIN
THE AUTOPILOT SQUEAKS AND THERE'S A LUFFING IN THE MAIN.
Categories:
matinee, boat, mythology, sea, stars,
Form: Rhyme
The women far outnumber
All the ticket-holding men
And they’re decked out in their jewels
They haven’t worn since who-knows-when.
Their outfits are forgiving,
Hiding several extra pounds
And their make-up makes them glow,
Although some wrinkling abounds.
They’re delighted just to be there
On an outing with some friends,
All who rush out to the bathroom
Just as soon as Act I ends.
Most obey and shut their cell phones
And their candies they unwrap,
But there’s always one whose ringtone
Jingles loudly from her lap.
When the curtain falls, they bundle
In their coats, all set to go
And with hugs they part until
Next book club, mah jongg game or show.
Categories:
matinee, women,
Form: Rhyme
Tame the treacherous TRESSES.
BEFORE battling BRAVE BEAST
IN IRONIC INTENSE IMPRESSIVE
DANGEROUS DUNGEONFUL DREAMS.
MONUMENTAL MORNING MESS MUSES
BREAKFAST BREAKS BLUENESS
TIME TO TEST THE TERRITORY
SINCE SATURDAY SEEMS SO SLOW
TURN ON THE TV TO TRACK THE TREASURE TROVE
MOSTLY MUSING MOTHER OF MOMENTOUS
MYSTIFYING MATINEES
NEXT, NUDGE THE NUTS
AND HELP HARRINGTON HUNT HIS HUNCHES
MUST MEAN MERRY MOVIE MUNCHIES
LET'S LOOK AND TAKE A TOSSING TIDE
OR RATHER RUN AND RISK A ROCKY RIDE
THE THEATER TWISTED AND TEASED THEN
FINALLY FINDING THE FEATURE
WE WOUND UP WISHING WE. WERE WISER
WHEN WE REMINISCED ABOUT RIDICULOUSNESS
THE ECHOING END
MY MATINEE FREE-SPIRITED FRIENDS
Categories:
matinee, adventure, day, friend, happiness,
Form: Alliteration
What drapes these aqua wavelets’ sultry trail
Along curled bends, creamy foams lift and rise?
Where toes and gulls splash fountains like a sail,
Paddling on rock ledges with gargled sighs
Dewdrops gloss salty brine through chromed rays
To warm the heart dancing with crystal flights,
As grains of ivory sand hurl tangy sprays
A dream-like scene taken from mermaid rites
Dolphins in frolic swivel hips on display
Cavorting with sunny air like splashed reel,
To play games , a water matinee
One, two rides on tides’ Ferris wheel
Lapping through buoyed floats with coral refrains
This my seashore adorns my wild private roam,
Keeping life’s odes, our tunes of summer remains
On bed of skin tan, she becomes my home.
Summer Contest of Debbie G
by nette onclaud
Categories:
matinee, adventure, sea,
Form: Quatrain
contrary to popular belief,
no one shows up for the matinee---
yes,
it is true that when you are born,
someone was probably there
cooing over your little blood-covered & wrinkled face,
alongside your mother,
and yes,
when you are dead,
there may be someone who shows up at your
funeral or
perhaps, at least throws your ashes in a coffee can
like walter & the dude in
The Big Lebowski,
throwing you off into the wind,
off a cliff,
for good measure.
but though the middle part is brutal,
depressing &
short,
(and as much as you think there might be somebody coming to save you)
no one
shows up
for the matinee.
it might be that the popcorn is stale,
it might be that there are never any other people to watch the film with,
but in the end,
no one shows up to watch the film in the midday because they are all consumed
with their own lives---
your saving just isn’t on their
priority list.
you have to sit in the theater alone & watch yourself make it through.
Categories:
matinee, life, film,
Form: Free verse
I don’t like modern films
Over hyped, over killed
They so often disappoint
The audiences once thrilled
I find now as I get older
The most joy that I can muster
Is from watching an old favourite
Than a modern blockbuster
Categories:
matinee, art
Form: I do not know?
Raping old friends
Far too easy
And I suffer the
Consequences.
Without connections
And only visiting
their happiness
on the outside.
I am undeserved of
renewal I say,
and out-casted
like a good
perpetrator
should be.
Scowling is
my brow
wanting a
happy reunion
show.
Categories:
matinee, angst
Form: Free verse