Find xanthium' squeeze in a sigh
asking a righteous void, hear my entreat
hand to heart, in a beggar's sky
not just for myself,
not just for why...
Can a heart devoid of hope
seek to find salvation
from a Quentin Tarantino film
in a strange pulp voice
that sounded just like mine.
Your sin, my sins
vowed never relent..
nor let cementing cold take you
so don't despair..
Place two fingers, just beside your neck
feel it pulse?
it's you,
and you still care.
Search the world's underbelly
the meek and mild
little mouse infirm, the whooping crane strong, all us
no longer beguiled.
Roaming streets and back alleys
afraid to meet my neighbor's eye
I, the guilty
waiting a just reply.
It's a quarter past two,
last train leaves at three..
the sign at the platform's final end
stands glaring,
waiting a reprieve.
A proud primping Whooping crane calls out
'it's justice'..
All a lowly titmouse discerns,
'it's just us'.
Ironsmith Quentin Metrys
became a noted flemish
He painted both religious&sacrificial
funding the Antwerp school so special
It was Clark Gable, who posed the question,
“Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
About that postage stamp of native soil
In many books and stories did his typewriter toil
regaling about that mythical place he called Yoknapatawpha County
somewhere in the rolling hills of north Mississippi
he penned a tale about Colonel John Sartoris
of Boon Hogganbeck and Lucius McCaslin
taking a trip to Memphis, Tennessee
in “Boss” Priest’s Wynton Flyer
they were “The Reivers”—footloose and fancy free
Yes, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote…
of Quentin Compson—“The Sound and the Fury”
the perils of the Bundren family—“As I Lay Dying”
Vardaman said, “My mother is a fish”
Indeed, Mr. Gable, “Mr. Bill” Faulkner did write
about Emily Grierson, her male admirers in “A Rose for Emily”
the trilogy of the Snopes family, such a literary tapestry
Oh, heavens, Mr. Gable, Mr. Faulkner did write
In every novel, every story, all about his native Mississippi
his works a marvelous contribution to America’s rich literary history
--Allen Baswell
© 02-25-22
went to see 'once upon a time
innnn holllyyywood'
soft core quentin tarentino
not you're dead yet pulp fiction
a bit too long but a twister
to pull you out of your senses
so hold onto to your popcorn
and let spill your sense of humour
stan sand
One two three four five six seven
Not all children go to heaven
Right is right and bad is wrong
Jack fell down and broke his crown
One two three Four five six seven
School is out it's half past eleven
Jack shot off his gun
Staff and students had to run
One two three four five Six seven
Who took bullet aimed at Helen
Principle called police
Parents paid the judge bail fee
One two three four Five at sixty seven
Jack's in jail in old San Quentin
Bible verse spread out in hand
Regrets killing a preacher man
When bullies cry... You have to wonder why...
Because of greed, I decided to kill.
I thought I was in the victim's Will.
But he didn't leave me anything, not one dime.
Now I'm rotting in prison because of my crime.
When I got nothing, it upset me a lot.
But not as much as when I was caught.
My crime enraged many people, it brought about a lot of fury.
Everybody got their wish when I was condemned by the jury.
If it hadn't been for greed, that murder wouldn't have came about.
Now I'm serving life in San Quentin and I'll never be getting out.
(This is a fictional poem)
Lonely
is the sugar.
Once worn to coat cookies
now just pinched and licked by fingers
In jar.
12.29.2014
Contest: A Quentin Christmas
Dear depressed girlfriend
Thank you for your note
He's obviously the boyfriend of the year
So he's going to get my vote .
Your boyfriend is in prison
After he robbed the local shopping mall
but he'd love you to visit San Quentin
and do a strip dance on top of the wall .
His sister is only jealous
because she's been so long on the game
Ten cents a trick Tess from Tulsa
I'm sure you've heard the name .
He's got a mate named Oliver
He knows the artful dodger too
and I'm sure the honourable Mr Fagin
Would look after your kids for you .
I know mister Cowell's sister
Has been sending you advice
but I know she has played twister
with your boyfriend once or twice .
So listen to your agony uncle
To your boyfriend please be true
When he gets out in ten years time
He'll be coming back to you.
It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing widow Mabel Monohan, she will pay.
Barbara is sentenced to die in the gas chamber today.
Barbara’s young life experienced many a convolution.
She had been in and out of jails for petty crimes and prostitution.
Never experiencing a proper upbringing in a peaceable home;
between California and Nevada, Barbara would aimlessly roam.
With two other men, into Mrs. Monohan’s house she would go.
Reportedly, the victim’s skull was cracked as she was smothered with a pillow.
Graham was executed after a second stay.
“Good people are always so sure they’re right” was the last thing she would say.
Inspired by the 1958 film “I Want to Live”
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Old Stackhouse Joe
Had a lazy eye
Sunday morning choirboy
He could sing like a lark
He had a stiletto
He sharpened all the time
Stuck a pig
And called it bloody wine
Poker night at Joe’s
Always a fight
Smoking day old
Cigarettes he’d bought one at a time
Spent some time in Quentin
Jailhouse tattoos
Scar across his cheek
From a razor in Duluth
Said she stick around
But cut him instead
She only did once
Cause now she is dead
Whiskey and wine is all that he drank
Never saw him sober
Sunday morning choirboy
He could sing like a lark
Wouldn’t want to cross him
Anytime after dark
There once was a man named Quentin
Who rhymed with things that were lent, 'n'
Then once in a while
He'd rhyme with a smile
'N' put stuff he really hadn't meant in!
Certain directors, expecting to see
Their names on the nominee slate,
Might have been shocked, as the rest of us were,
‘Cause omissions are cause for debate.
Kathryn and Quentin and Argo’s guy, Ben,
Were snubbed or forgotten or worse;
Rumors were floating with people to blame
And reasons both strange and perverse.
Though all of their films got a “Best Picture” nod,
Perhaps all the voters believe
Directors don’t really contribute that much
Or at least less than those three perceive.
I know I’d feel slighted if it had been me,
But grousing out loud’s not allowed;
Still, to Quentin and Kathryn and Ben, I must say
I saw all of your films and was wowed!
In a world of make believe
Inside my T.V. screen
I was mesmerized by a show,
The likes I'd never seen.
Barnabas, Quentin and Angelique;
Inhabitants of Collinsport, Maine
Lived a life like no others.
To miss it caused me pain.
This tale of a heartbroken vampire
And the witch obssessed with he
Held me enthralled for years,
Their lives unfolding in my T.V.
Long before "Vampire Diaries",
Long before the movie "Twilight",
Barnabas Collins was the man
Who walked as a vampire by night.
It's been over forty years since
The Collins family came daily to call.
Of all the shows I saw in my youth
Dark Shadows was the best of them all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Francine Roberts 12/01/2012
for Michael Falotico's 'Rhyme Me an Old T.V. Show' contest
"Dark Shadows"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dark Shadows" ran from June 27, 1966 to April 2, 1971.
It aired Monday through Friday. A supernatural soap opera with a
vampire, a witch, a werewolf and so much more.
Johnny Depp is reprising the role of Barnabas Collins in a
movie version of "Dark Shadows" based on the series.
It is set to be released this spring. I will be in the audience
the first night.
"Stars"
I do not know how big they are,
But I can see them twinkle from afar.
Their shape to me is yet unknown,
Still I can see them where ever I go.
Way high up there in the night sky,
Farther than any bird could ever fly.
"How did they get so far away,?"or
"Will they fall down to earth someday?"
When I look through my window late at night,
I stare at those stars,so beautiful and bright.
One day I know there won't be any cars,
But when I look up there will always be stars
Quentin Alexander Sands