With a ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection.
Bespin’s a welcome distraction,
right through the asteroids they flew.
We’re members of the Falcon’s crew,
each essential to it’s function.
With a ‘May the Force be with you.’
we have an instant connection.
Multiplex, drive-in, the whole slew.
Say it fierce, there’s no objection.
Other films? No competition.
You tell me that you love them too,
with a ‘May the Force be with you.’
multiplex parameter panaromas
interdimensional overloads
conglomerate ambient understandings
coherent conscious callings
Awareness 'R' Us
If our Moon could be judged as a sex
Female, male- some of both, it's complex
Since its phases do change
And its shapes rearrange
Its true gender could be multiplex.
Glowing round on a clear starry night
Poets think it's a she when they write
Perfect curves and a smile
Moon is set to beguile
smitten lovers to swoon at her sight.
But less feminine- Moon takes a turn
Looking gray amid storm clouds that churn
Like a sailor at sea
The Moon then seems to be
Manning tides as his only concern.
So, for sure, when we think of the Moon
As a gender, find out very soon
It's the setting that shows
In the way that it glows
How we feel its portrayals commune.
(Victorian artist William Holman Hunt was
both attracted and repelled by his models)
Can we agree that, terrified of sex,
Hunt couldn’t help but hunt it, seek it out?
There doesn’t seem to be a shred of doubt.
He felt his women exercised some hex,
conspiracy throughout the lower decks,
full frontal on his Puritan redoubt!
He hated what he couldn’t live without
(the only punter in the multiplex).
And Annie, Fanny, Edith – on they came,
alluring, curing, reassuring, fey,
and Hunt (who fastened fast on blame and shame)
was racked by guilt and had to run away.
Another mantis, but the same old prey,
(mixed metaphor) Hunt headed for the flame.
Lee Pearson is a para-equestrian athlete,
Because in horse jumping he does compete,
And has arlthrogryposis multiplex congenita,
Which he was born with in 1974, not bitter.
He’s a ten-times paralympic gold medalist,
‘Cos since Sydney 2000 he’s a perfectionist;
He won three gold in the 2000, 2004, 2008,
In the dressage, freestyle and team gate.
Lee was awarded an Honorary Doctorate,
From Staffordshire University in 2005 rate,
And got the MBE in 2001, the OBE in 2005,
Then was given a CBE in 2009 for his drive.
On a sweat sizzling and scorching summer day,
I sponged my eyes with chilled water and said good morning.
I showered my mind with new notions and greeted every minute.
I sauntered to living roomand took a lanky broom.
I brooded up the walls
And boomed to my pals
We stride on the streets
Besides enjoyed the pop beats.
We went to multiplex, watched a cinema
Trust me; it’s really a tragedy at the act of dilemma.
Where hero is tortured, villain is nurtured
It’s just a waste, proof is director’s taste.
Next day he went to an Indian Classic Baahubali.
It taught the director how to make a movie properly.
You spend many years amid some crowd their world
Marking time about shadows ? Wanting, myself to react
Perhaps spin a loop or two and nucleus how they dig it when
We loose these bolts take another bite out of Jane as Joey's tune....
Knowing there is no veneer to this child albeit volatile his, multiplex flesh
Ever transmitting, revulsive frequencies ? Rhinestone reflections colourless glass
Warped mirrors oblong shores; revolving doors phantom dreams ? In reveille.
Had there flowed blood
In our peasants’ veins
We’d have built bridges
To join our several ridges.
Then the many exiled peers
Might re-cross the flooded streams
That had divided their dreams
And pilloried the science of seers.
But the fire of want
Had our people dehydrated
And those (like me) who bled yet
Were catalogued to a grim existence.
O posterity!
Do not disdain our delicacy;
For time is multiplex
And might your ship dis-mast!
Downtown
Dirt, cobblestone, brick and asphalt
Trodden on by horses, kids and others
Driven over by buggy, streetcar and automobile
Past shops, restaurants and theaters
It was the center of a town
A place where life took place
A million memories have been made
Couples who had their first dates
A child who sees their first movie
People who worked the shops
They were all part of the memories
They made the history that we remember
Now, the shops are gone
The restaurants have become rundown or closed
Converted into ghetto bars with all of the gangs and crime
The theaters died when the multiplex was born
Sixteen screens each without a personality
Everything changed with the passing of the years
The beautiful architecture of the past has been replaced
Carved marble changed into sheets of sterile glass
It disappeared as the world progressed
At least the Downtown of the past still lives
The couples, the child and the people remember
And as long as they do...there will always be a Downtown.
God astounds me how generous he has been in my life,
I thank him for the many beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
A multiplex God who is beyond compare,
I appreciate the many conservation walks amongst an exquisite nature.
The materialistic blessings day and night,
That enhance our complex lives.
I am thankful for the good and kind neighbours,
That appear each day and evening.
My relatives that are sacred and beautiful,
The many kindnesses and love and care.
I pray that God is always with us,
That he keep us safe and healthy, day and night.
I thank him for the many talents that we are allowed to appreciate,
That we may become enhanced and accomplished.
Thankful for the excellent education through the years,
Blessed to have been a teacher, Jesus my favorite role model.
Blessed with God's majesty, a royal kingdom,
Modelling futures, reverent Deity.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Stacked with books, assiduity elsewhere
Exams knocking at hand
Yet the Friday get-go
And final cut buff.
Night at sea and morning sloth
The evening prowl and buddy talkies
Escaped tuition and soul mate bask
Brainsick few moments
Ended with a break up.
Hearsays then bared
Eyes filled up and a hebdomad hush.
So called a fresh beginning
They say it agone.
Acquaintances befalls
Yet the same story echoes.
Admittance time and outcome appraised
Enough with bailiwicks, now the time to revel.
Late night parties and dearly-won snooze
Weekdays lessons and awaited weekend multiplex.
A secret dope and babbling out,
Desktop eroticas and tormented psyche
Fags anarchic and creative smokes
Bohemian lifestyle
But forthcoming ruination.
A sudden consequence and fledged days
Thousand and one nights
Of a student’s time of life.
Today I saw the first colors of fall
reminding me
Summer isn't endless after all;
As the leaves slowly land
they take with them
the best Summer I ever had;
the double date to Six Flags
an outdoor movie for charity
and a few blockbusters at the Multiplex
having fun seeing friends
visiting everybody;
Swimming all day at the pool
going to Baltimore to watch Tool
and of course the trip to Ocean City
wouldn't trade that vacation for anything
yes today I saw the first colors of Fall
but my memories will keep
Summer 2007 endless after all
July fireworks bring together families and friends
for a much needed vacation from worries and work.
Picnics at and on the lake just for memorie's fond taking.
I remember the days of old when watching a movie
outside amongs't the stars and moon.
Playground equipment of a slide and swing
nestled right next to an entraptment framed
sandbox.Oh to be youthful and exuberent again.
Lightening bugs flickering into the night.
Today's movies consist of many smaller theatres
jam-crammed tighter together than a can of
sardines. An alignment of multifleck'd multiplex
light beamed shows across the screens.
Remember when Fizzies were the rage-Just
dropp them in a glass of water and sniff the
boquet of different fruit flavored bubbles would
tickle the nose. Ah yes, different flavors of instant
soda pop in a colored aluminum or plastic glass.
Just like Alka-Seltzer-only better tasting.
Can you remember back wearing shorts and
igniting sparklers and black pills of instant snakes
arising from the sidewalks or street.
Yes those times were just real amazin', and real, real neat.