There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
Maybe it was his love
of Broadway musicals -
you can’t listen
to that stuff without training
an imaginary voice.
Same with opera,
you have to find a voice
you weren't born with.
On the phone he projected
like a turkey-cock,
venting sonority
from a T-shirt cannon
of printable sound.
You sensed his epiglottis
pole dancing,
while he pummeled fat words
into buxom shapes.
Most voices, in time,
collapse like wet tents,
but Osgood’s voice
expanded like a Billy goat's scrotum,
it became an overripe mango,
a bouncy castle for elephants.
Then one chill morning
his voice froze and cracked forever.
Osgood's large frame wilted,
beefy vocals became unctuous,
hands dangled unexpressed.
Eventually,
his voice crept back,
but only as loud as a kittens mewl.
He now whiffled almost audibly
through a hole between his teeth
we all noted with relief.
I was mesmerized by his blonde hair and blue eyes
He was a teen idol in the fifties, where I lived
A teen heart throb, adored by most of us
When Damn Yankees came out, I was thrilled
He was innocent, enticed by big bad Gwen Verdon
Though I was a child, I wanted her to leave him alone
I felt he was mine. Loved seeing his photos in magazines.
He was in comedies and musicals, and good in both genres.
I feel I could melt looking into those blue eyes.
Tab Hunter, a gorgeous man, loved by most of us preteens.
Adored as much as we liked Frankie Avalon, maybe more adored.
I take a deep sigh as I remember his blue eyes and lovely smile.
Cats
the longest running musical on Broadway
the one that knocked A Chorus Line out of first place
After it had been the King of the Musicals for a long time
Cats
a musical my husband thought was boring
He walked out of it before the second act
Cats
a musical I always wanted to see
I watched for fifteen minutes on TV
before I also walked out
have a wonderful week everyone
I will respond to any and all soon
thank you
peace and blessings
"in the midst of magic"
quietly I live to dance
moving to all musicals
for a beating heart
for a breathing soul
secretly I dance to live
such radiance beckons to open
alive and free am I
twirling up and down
twirling side to side
proudly for spirits to see
while in the midst of magic
I'm lifted beyond rainbows
high above pain
high above darkness
dreaming for music to play
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12-05-23
I embrace the earth & all her kisses for I
feed off her affection
Her depth is a mirror of the abyss & she takes
me in deep for self-reflection
It's our obsession with one another that brings
peace to eternal souls
Together we make sense of a world in pieces as
everything flows when we are whole
Losing my way wasn't the goal but it led to me
being found
When we're together we move in silence but the
waves we make are really loud
The sound of our love is music to my ears as we
make each other sing
This is my note for a lovely lyric that makes musicals
of things
He played the piano the way he did everything – incredibly well.
He’s a maestro, his mother told everyone who stopped by.
They did not doubt it, he was busy too, always composing.
Writing screenplays, creating operas and musicals.
When will he publish? Some of the noisier ones asked his mother.
That’s not important, she told them. That he is living with me is.
He lived with mama until her death, which delighted both of them.
His creations were genius, we discovered after his own crossing over.
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Elizabeth Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
I dream of you most nights
The man I will only love,
A man with hair like soft waves,
but the color of a chocolate lab
Freckles scattered like the stars
And sea eyes that hide behind glasses
Oversized Star Wars shirt
Striped pajama pants
Musicals blasting through ear buds
Wind blowing hair out of his face
A paint brush in one hand and a pencil in another
room full of open windows
Comics and posters plastered on the walls
Paint splattered all around
Colors through the hair and glue stuck to the skin
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The newsreel of the day plus a cartoon
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
The giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)
You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.
Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days at school?
I saw your show on stage -
those school plays, musicals, but mainly ballet.
Such standards, almost worthy of a jubilee.
And here you are on our TV.
A performance, Dominic, seen by our Queen,
and millions, oh millions, of viewers.
You're at that Platinum Jubilee,
a concert full of marching men,
a march that is a parade,
a parade that is a ballet -
performing people, of course.
Would you wish to know me, Dominic,
now you're in your very posh world?
(June 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2003)
Do your best with gracious zest
Rest if you must from work’s test
Minimize stressful pain
Falter not to share love’s gain
Solve life’s puzzles with God’s light
Lavish self with peace delight…
Tickle heart midst hopeful blow
Do cheer with merry* caring glow.
Do your best, and you’ll be blest
Relax… since you’ve reached gladness-crest
Minutes, enjoy… devoid of strain
Favor blissfulness to reign
So lay down your burden-blight
Laugh out loud; yes… that’s right
Till smile reaches tomorrow
Do thank the Lord for blessings’ flow.
*Proverbs 15:13 A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
(May be sung to the tune of "Do-re-mi" From the musical, Sound of Music)
March 28, 2022
6th place, "To The Tune Of Musicals - Part Two - Parody" Lyric Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 4/13/2022.
[ to the tune of If I Only Had A Brain from The Wizard of Oz ]
I know she will soon be blushing,
Because of what she's flushing,
When I have to explain.
With the plug I will be finding,
She will need a swift reminding;
I may likely go insane.
Well, I’ve really got to fiddle;
It’s somewhere in the middle
Of twenty feet of drain.
Seems the start of this caper:
Maxi pads or too much paper
Have been flushed straight down again.
Oh, I don’t mean to pry;
We’ve had this talk before,
And your brain will freeze on things that you abhor.
So I’ll explain again once more.
Oh my darling, dearest muffin,
You simply can’t be stuffin'
Those products down the drain.
When she’s here, I am wary;
It is really rather scary,
‘Cuz she’ll do it once again.
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Third Place Winner
for the "To The Tune of Musicals" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 03/15/2022
A word, a word,
Another word,
Some syllables,
A metaphor,
A clever turn of phrase,
A spare alliteration,
A savvy observation,
A willing fuse,
A careless spark,
And then bam!
It shoots skyward,
It shimmers and sparkles,
Sizzles and pops,
Lights up the heavens,
With grandeur and pomp,
You don’t ever want it to stop,
But then poof,
Suddenly it's gone.
Don't be disappointed, though,
There’s plenty more
Where that came from.
After all, it's only fake poetry,
I just make this stuff up,
Dreaming linguistic pyrotechnics,
Drawing images and doodles,
Leaving meanings largely undefined.
Fake poetry and silent musicals,
The products of my overcurious mind.
A theatre legend - Mr Stephen Sondheim
an icon of Broadway, ahead of his time
smart lyrics, lush music, bold rhythms and rhyme
the curtain has fallen on a writer sublime.
// Stephen Sondheim wrote lyrics and/or music to West Side Story, Gypsy, Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods, Company, Follies, and many more musicals //
Written 1/13/2022
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