Scream Queen.
Silver Screen.
Rave action scenes.
Back in the day.
A dated matinee.
Two bits the fee.
Orange crush is a treat.
Popcorn queue waits.
Salt and butter to taste.
Soft Sixth-row seat.
Newsreel review.
Latest previews.
Stop motion Anime.
King Kong Figurine.
Vina Fay Wray,
A Lady of Fame.
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
A movie a newsreel and a funny cartoon
Still dancing around 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 here for all my life
“Whistle While You Work”
And “Someday My Prince Will Come”
That's when my ears start to perk
Sure don't make 'em like that anymore
Now they're 3-D animated gems
Amazing but I long for the simpler ones
Wish I could live 'em again!
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
Somewhere between the sands of time I lay gazing,
Deep inside the remnant of my shallow mind.
Waves of yesterday crashing,
Into the dismal now of time.
Brazenly howling at the night,
While secretly longing for the dawn.
The things I can’t control,
Roll aimlessly along.
Will my house of cards come crashing down with the newsreel played at nine?
Or can I safely hide behind the confines in the corner of my mind?
Pretending all along,
That I’ll never need to cry.
.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
The puppeteer is there,
Trying to make certain,
That the things you think you need,
Will protect your soul from hurting.
Meanwhile Master prepares the plow.
Fallow ground and heart,
Will be His only venture now.
But only if my knee is bowed,
will is broken/His Will allowed.
My comprehension remains undone
Exchanged for Life,
Yielding to the risen Savior/Son.
The clear, sweet evil of that simple name,
so redolent of sweaty viciousness,
of Spite is Right, of sin divorced from blame,
of seedy placemen, bloated with success,
did not fit with his flinty newsreel face.
This quarry, tracked down by a newer gang,
the old, tired formula once more in place,
would get a just, fair trial - and then he'd hang.
They showed him film of Auschwitz-Birkenau.
On all the panels of his glassy dock
the thin ghosts grinned, like Death's Heads, come to mock.
Who can feel pity for six million shades?
Yet one lone man (a worthless one, allowed)
hemmed in by death, still harrows and degrades.
The plums were ripe in their bloom
A touch of a season change that would be coming soon
Yet leaves falling from the trees in where they lay
Careful foot steps in caution in being ok
The skies having their own surprise
It’s another day that the mind becomes a continuous wise
A short moment to think on
Living and feeling where you belong
As time brings on struggles with thinking in being strong
A choice being a reason to live
A sacrifice being thankful to give
Hope being a purpose to rejoice
The King above who holds and deserves the praise
Not a newsreel broadcast
It is the hand of life
Life being the open door
All you have to do is just explore
Dwelling on ignore because you are uncertain with a darken sure
The way it was is what can change
What has been changed can never remain
What efforts that weren’t made, it is you the blame
The way it was is what was from the very beginning
A change in what was expected and a new horizon coming at the very end
You now have a new agenda to begin and it continues until when.
Grab that flat screen
It's what I really need!
I saw it in an ad
On a newsreel feed.
Black Friday is upon us
Forgot yesterday's meal
The day they call "Thanksgiving"
Was thrown out on it's heel.
I want, I want, I need
It's like an endless well
Insatiable desires
Are sending me to hell.
Does this stuff really satisfy
Or leave me in the mire?
Greed and numbing apathy
Caring not, my soul expires.
2014
amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history
I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States
with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival
as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball
within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished
In Memory Of
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg
{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}
Also Entry For
Brian Strands
Indelible Impressions Contest
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