I'm on a mission
A vision to liberate my people
But they named me a villain
Because they're villagers
That mission turns me
Into a stranger in my home land
Because they're scared of their shadow
Keeping them shallow
Swallowing the truth
So they live in deceit
What's easy
Settling for the least
Because of the test
They avoid the best
Now they live without rest
Because they're consumers
Not producers
Whatever they get
They spend a lot
They wander about
Even just for a meal
Creativity they don't seal
Mediocrity their deals
Trying to fix the past
That's already known
Instead of facing the future
That's unknown
They're afraid of bad days
Even nature face this stage
Forgetting nature always nurtures us
Showing us according to our thrive
What you give you get
Maybe you're sharing
Or probably you stole
That's gonna put sore in your soul
Instead of becoming whole
You become a wolf
Not to devour an enemy
But self devourers.
The first king-size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillow upon which to rest His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable upon a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The First King-size bed was a simple manger for a Royal destined to rule!
The King of Kings was born whose birthday we celebate this joyous Yule!
The day I met an actor
Father Brown sat in my garden drinking beer
with fellow actors and producers.
Father Brown remembered me he had seen
Me watching him every weekday on Tv.
The actor profession is strictly hierarchical
I could not sit at his table but be placed
among the actor, like the one coming out
of the post office walking up the road and
has no speaking role.
I had a watering can and when watering
A rose bush near him, he spoke to me.
“So, you like to watch Father Brown?
“Yes, sir, I love the program.”
“Thank you,” he said, with that, he turned
to the other casts by the table
Pickety, Snickety
Reason A. Goodwin is
using a lexicon
to check the word
Reason’s a champion
alphaclopediack.
Not ev’ry intern can
find what is heard.
Reason A. Goodwin, the editor of World Book Encyclopedia Dictionary,
was paid good money as a judge on the original Password Game Show.
The first time he used his dictionary to look up a word - the producers
commented that we could have paid any 'staffer' to do that.
I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.
The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.
Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived my mind.
A healing spring, with powers to restore,
A gift from God, forever in store.
Idanre's hills, a tourist's delight,
A haven for nature, in all its might.
Longevity and prosperity, God's blessings true,
Reflect in the people, with hearts anew.
Their men and women, handsome, beautiful, and strong,
Beholders of beauty, with hearts that belong.
Producers, problem solvers, with a spirit so bright,
United in ceremony, with love and delight.
What is Ukraine's war really for?
How about funds from rare earth ore
Hear Lindsey Graham shout
"We'll keep Putin out!"
And stash trillions in our cash drawer
Ukraine has 0.4% of the Earth’s surface but about 5% of the world’s mineral resources. Ukraine is one of the world's top 10 titanium producers, ships iron and steel products to Europe, and has ambitions to become a key supplier of the critical minerals Europe needs to meet its electrification targets and cut reliance on Russian energy.
Wish there was a petition
for books we want
to turn into a movie
if the movie producers
actually listened to us
that'd be sooo groovy!
The spirit of the old west
a cowboy of song
He sings a pleasant tenor on the world and its wrongs
And he lifts up the spirits when he sings of what's gone right
and he's cheered this game producers days and her nights
He explains his profession in the most basic ways
and he teases and conjoles and flirts and has his say
He's clearly a boss man on his own large spread
but he meets her in cyberspace to laugh and share a thread
We talk about the state of the world, the simple things
the things that bring us strife
and we talk about music and the sorrows of past life
And we speak about the challenges of our every day
and he makes me laugh and think so fast
And cares melt away
Distraction, attraction, laughter and mental rapture
soulmate best friend energy there
I challenge this man to remain my friend
to have and hold on the physical plane
Cause cyberspace is fun and all, but I would rather be fly fishing
or riding horses in the back 40 and singing cowboy poetry
My cowboy poet - Artimus (C) For you, you know who Susan Manley
( pool noodle fights or water balloons, I tell you)
The scene could not have been better set,
All it required was for two uncontrolled elements to arrive,
On set at the same time,
For the world to head towards catastrophe on a global scale,
That may not be reversible.
And so it came to pass that unlimited credit,
Along with unrestricted 24 hour advertising,
Arrived on set together as scripted.
The producers and directors of the show,
Seem to have a winner on their hands,
And have no plans to cancel it any time soon,
With sequels and spin-offs in the pipeline.
seggs trafficking is only ' a thing ' when its western world, not southwest asia, Africa and the middle east, is it? and its been going on for centuries but those victims have no voice unless its the subject of a hollyweird movie! and god bless the producers of that piece of sh.t movie. good effort however, they are scraping the surface... you're welcome
Betty Grable and June Havner
Brought the Dolly Sisters to Life on the big screen
It was 1945
They should have both had top billing
Somehow John Payne sneaked into the middle of them
in every single promotional advertisement
I think this is a reflection of how women are treated
as second class citizens
Dolly sisters, studio, not Dolly end caps!
I loved the movie, every bit of it
but do not like the way the producers
decided to write up the billing
When I was in my teens
Hollywood set the scene;
Powerful producers called the shots
On manufactured landscaped lots,
Adventure,humour excitement
In simple wholsome movie plots-
Hayward and Mature
Wayne & westerns..for sure,
Russell and Marilyn Monroe,
Hope & Crosby.. with miles to go,
Rogers & Astaire,
Hudson & Day with love in the air-
Just to name a few....
Each Saturday standing in a queue..
Awaiting escape ..to somewhere new.
,
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
High time i did their studio voicing
To ignite a genuine rejoicing
Over verses dismissed like Virus
And by Sun Magaz The Mysterious,
Poet making out as The Deleterious.
For all he might seem Boisterous...
But Good Producers gasp for cash,
Here in Nigeria ‘dying to smash;’
Rare knocks at their doors for sought job,
Even as they bear he names like Bob,
Planning to it complete with Marley
Or if it’d trouble cause Barley…
Yet, Reader can The poet’s Voice pick
Theirs quite likelier for The Task click;
Wasn’t there A Dolly Parton’s song
A Whitney Houston’s gave Bigger throng?
Neocolonialism
I fell in love
It cost everything
The moment I lost myself
I've heard of wars were people take all you have. The ones you love, The things you like and sometimes even normalness and identity. What does it feel to ache to be normal to be comfortable. Things to be perfect... So that your mind will be sane.
I am dumb
I accept that
Like an illness with no cure
I know how it feels
When I don't know where it will be shot right here
Ohhhh
Too much traumas
Only to realise am on stage
Maybe a comedian
What do these producers want to watch
Hmmm
I am fooled
If the world was one billion
They will tell me there is no life.
If I gave a dream
They will destroy me
An idea
Cost a person
My own is theirs
They steal mine in gazillions
And give me rubbish... A handful and that is the worst love.
New York state is paying 20 cents for gloves that normally cost less than five cents, $7.50 for masks that normally go for 50 cents, $2,795 for infusion pumps that normally cost half that, $248,841 for a portable X-ray machine that typically sells for $30,000 to $80,000.
Who's pocketing all this? An array of producers, importers, wholesalers and speculators. State laws against price gouging usually don't apply to government purchases.
Some of it may be finding its way into this fall's election campaigns. The veteran Republican fundraiser Mike Gula and Republican political operative John Thomas just started a company selling coronavirus testing kits, personal protective equipment and other "hard to find medical supplies to beat the outbreak". They call themselves "the largest global network of Covid-19 medical suppliers".
Asked how he'd found such equipment, Gula explained: "I have relationships with a lot of people."
Thomas added: "In politics - especially if you're at a high enough level - you are one phone call away from anybody in the world."
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