I get off thinking about the terrible things
The thirty-three year old dead beat
Might do to me
In the movie theatre’s basement.
I think about the best ways
That I could cheat on my girlfriend.
My girlfriend would cry.
Sob really.
Moan and groan and tear me limb from soft limb.
And I’d have a smile on my face in a post-****** bliss.
In my fantasies, men can get me off.
Men would want me to be happy.
That’s what it’s like in my fantasies.
Where men are kind
And they love me
And they see me as valuable
In whatever way they choose.
That I am not a child to bear
But a person to know
So I’ll dream about the
Movie theatre basement.
Even when there are warm hands
and a warmer heart waiting for me at home.
Because in my mind’s eye
I am not afraid
Your pet is welcomed at the Bridge, by one of my cats.
In my version, each cat or cat family, has a home.
Ours is called "Romios House."
It has bedrooms, a kitchen a huge living room and a telephone.
I can call any of my cats, anytime.
You decide the number.
Especially, when they leave this earth, and you are lost!
You are free to call them at any time as often as you like.
You create the number!
Your pet isn't standing by a bridge, waiting for you...
They are too busy enjoying life.
For one thing, they go to school and wear uniforms.
They learn to read and write.
To add~ there is a shopping mall, they love to go to.
And a movie theatre!
There are 22 animals at Romios house with lovely bedrooms.
A living room, where they have story night, parties and dancing.
A swimming pool and a soccer field!
They are active and not mooning over those left on earth.
Their lives are full and happy and no cat or dog gets ill.
So, my friends, if you have a cat or dog that is very ill~
Let me know?
I will call one of my cats or dogs to meet or greet them at
Rainbow Bridge.
They will be amply loved and cared for.
Love,
Panagiota
Ables and not ables
Sharing the same armrest
At a movie theatre
But they are ignorant
To share all the rest
In their life matters
It is delicious!
It is absolutely
Marvelous!
She really
Know how
Blend the
Perfect flavors.
In a sec ra large
Movie theatre bowl
She layered
A almond cake
At the bottom
And drizzled
A sweet almond syrup
Over the bottom and
Filled sided up half way
With brownies, she lefted
The center opened for the
Filling, which consisted of
Whipped cream, sugar, toasted
Hazelnuts, coconuts, vanilla
And some chopped heathbars.
She topped it with a layer of brownies.
Drizzling syrup on the brownies on
The wall top seal the top layer.
She freez the cake for 2 hours
And turned it up side down and
Peeled the plastic wrap off to
Expose the formed imperfect
Cake.she used a sweetened
Mergiune to make perfect the
Cake. She baked it for 15 minutes
And perfectly browned edges
Made for a kingworthy presentation.
She evered with raspberries and
Whipped cream. And served
Champenge.
I was talking with an Aunt
Who was in the Australian Army Nursing Service
She remembered being in a movie theatre
In Brisbane during World War 2
When Australia was full of allied servicemen
In the movie being shown
One of the male characters asked the question
“Has anyone seen my sister?”
From the audience of the theatre
Came the following reply
“She’s probably out with a yank!”
What happened after that
Was what the newspapers called
“The Battle of Brisbane”
Where Australian servicemen and American servicemen
Did a battle of fisticuffs on the street.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Happy Valentines Day ... or for the rest of us
"It Sucks to Be Single Day"
Bring on the chocolate and the chick flicks.
For single girls, this is our kicks.
No one will send us flowers this year.
This holiday is not for we singles I fear.
Couples in restaurants, couples in parks,
couples in the movie theatre setting off sparks.
For them its a holiday like no other.
Their sappy little faces we'd like to smother.
T.V. commercials and our families take care
to remind us we're single while love's in the air.
Yes, we're alone on Valentine's Day.
No roses or jewels are headed our way.
No secret admirers , no Valentine's card.
For this one day, being single is hard.
Of Valentine's day we've all had enough.
Please no pitying looks, we're just not that tough.
So we'll call this "It sucks to be single's day"
.....Now pass the chocolate..... and just go away.
Broken skulls loose from its inner well of bondage
Carriage bells in its timely cottage,
Chased after the wind loose limbs
A puzzled look on the face of the man
Enter through the narrow gate time to live by faith,
Careless whisper on a sullen frown that's filled with poison
Cherished the lips with a smile torn in denial
Puzzled features midnight movie theatre;
To run in a race one must be disciplined within to win
To withstand the pain in a baracade innocent man
Virtual denial still we will know all the while
A crazed rat as in a village stripped in absurd fashion
The notion of a new season & down thin on rations
Through blinded eyes in bondage to the sin
Lest to where I need to once again begin again
Fragrance from within features by wisdom in its bargain
Shattered fragmentation of intense glue as in its imagination
Silenced by the papal pew in borrowed expectation
We draw lines in the sand & stand
Hopeful that someday all will understand
The skin on the face replaced by supernatural denial
A wild child
Vain!
IN THE 3-D MOVIE THEATRE
In the thick warm darkness
Like rows of fishes moveless
Netted on the bottom of the black seas
Trapped in red velvet seats flipping down with ease
And fighting for elbow room lest
We lose our place on the arm rest
In mouthopen awe at the screen bright
Making seeming day from our night
Until the moment of freedom
Seat flipping will clear the net’s thralldom
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..
Anyone who has seen the photos of vast 3-D cinema audiences
in the 1950 s wearing the paper eyeglasses will know
what this poem is about.
How do we receive a message? Is it always there for our eyes to see? Is it hiding under a
table? Could it be on wide screen tv? Could it be a soft whisper? A soft kiss on the lip
Maybe it is at a comedy show or in a movie theatre script A message in disguise We must
be able to discern We must know what to listen to when our ears start to yearn When a
message come to us, we must hold on to the antidote It may be a simple word, small
speech, or a short quote When a message come to us, we must also meditate Appreciate
the blessings of God and how God educates A message is designed to set us straight A
way to guide and protect us A way to navigate You will know when a message is for you
by the way you dilate your eyes A message coming from the heart of God A message in
disguise
Syncopation
Having just sent out a batch of new music based on middle kingdom Egyptian vocals I begin to wonder if it is
not ego trying to triumph over my sister-in-law's annual tomes delivered each Christmas with full face and no
nonsense although she has weakened and laughed when it was just too good
Depressed in Akumal till she asked me about art
My family
And the future
That was before the wind bothered Susan
And the men stopped
Late night margueritas
A darkly lit movie theatre
Years ago
Two sisters
Two faces
Two lives
Beautiful
When the lights came up
Then came
Kids
Car keys
Small trains
Grey picnics
Thank god
Someone in the kitchen
Saying
I wasn't so bad
Saved my life
Visits to a warm home
Seeing my past art
Jogs
Pleasant
Memories
.... Someone
Always saying: "Eric how is your art coming along?"
And someone else.
You
Saying
"I love the one that looks like you are entering a garden"
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