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July 22, 2024
Oh, how I miss a live audience!
But writing humor to the stillness of-the night?
Like talking to a picket fence.
The laughter is simply not there!
Reminds me of something I so
Despise...canned laughter.
So infinitely dead and dry.
I look at the moon and howl, to a
empty, papyrus sky.
Doing live comedy, now that was
a thrill, you see?
But comedy on paper, has no
meaning or joy for me.
7/10/2021
Panagiota has a background in doing Imrovisational theatre at
Second City in Chicago. As well as doing her own stand up comedy
routines at various clubs in Chicago. Never did one liners or had a script!
It was much fun.Nor told jokes...r
That is not me, nor ever will be. PR
What comes through a pistol barrel
May make holes in your apparel
But it could be worse ....
You won't need an hearse
If the next shot makes you sterile!
All the way from Ontario to Hollywood,
was one of the greatest comedians to live.
On a small stage at Second City he stood,
making the world laugh was all he could give.
Held his head up high with his pants too tight,
but I sure loved watching HBO on Friday night.
Was it hard being Barf in Spaceballs by Brooks?
I bet being Uncle Buck was rough on the kids-
The best part about his comedy is how he hooks
you in like fishing line when poor weather forbids.
Del Griffith and Neal Page spend time in automobiles,
planes, trains and cars with barely any wheels!
John Candy was more than what the eye met
and-
I’ll never forget my favorite character Chet!
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*15 lines total in this poem
*Movie references: 1.) Spaceballs (Barf) 2.) Uncle Buck (Buck Russell) 3.) Planes, Trains and Automobiles (Del Griffith 4.) The Great Outdoors (Chester “Chet” Ripley)
Date: September 10, 2019
MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY
Any Form Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
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Natural Born Comedians
I had a class of sixth graders in Chicago,
Absolutely like no other.
Never a class so full of smiles and
hilarious pranks.
Their boundless joy rolled over me like
a huge Sherman tank.
I think they had their own student
lesson plan book,
Whose main topic was: "Let's make
Mrs. R. look like a schnook."
Don't ever tell them, please promise?
It was the best year of my life.
Anyway, I got all the silly kids no
teacher wanted.( The tight-***ed
teachers, I mean.)
To me, these children were sunbeams
of joy in my life, each day undaunted!
At times, they made me laugh so hard.
They were far more creative than any
Second City Improv.
So thank you God for a class of sparkling
sunbeams you gave me for a year.
Only one thing remained on my desk
when they all were gone!
Stillness, silence, empty chairs,
And the splash of my salty tears falling
on my barren desk!
Panagiota Romios
3/22/2019
im in the train station
of the city that i love
my city
they call it the second city
but it is second to none
it is the city of big shoulders indeed
big shoulders
fat shoulders
skinny shoulders
white shoulders
black shoulders
hispanic shoulders
asian shoulders
middle eastern shoulders
all kinds of shoulders
but above all
strong shoulders
shoulders strong enough to carry the heart of america
shoulders strong enough to carry the message of working class america
to the rest of the world
destiny
its where babe ruth pointed
its who sinatra sang about
its fundamentally blue collar
and down to earth
it is from the heart
because it is the heart
i love you
chicago.
Yogyakarta*
(26/08/2011)
If only I could make it then,
To the place I call second hometown
To the city I long for four years
To the souls of my real relatives
Just to talk about it brings me tears
Where my best Eid-El Fitrs* took place
If only I could close my eyes and click my heels
I’d trade what I own to have the first pace
So I could go there again, and put smile on Dad’s face
To arrive at grandma’s place, to the city that is grace
* Yogyakarta is one of the cities in the Middle Java (I live in East Java). It’s my dad’s hometown and my second city to be called home.
* Eid-El Fitr is two days after we, Moslems did our fasting in one whole month.
In Indonesia we have this tradition to ‘come home’ to our origin hometown in Eid-El Fitr, whether you are moslems or not, because of the holidays. And as described in this poem, I really miss that city I call home.
By: Dinda Minardi
For Michael J. Falotico's Contest "Close Your Eyes and Click Your Heels"
Take these shackles and give ‘em to the bear, tell her I’ve gone home
Take these shackles and throw ‘em to the wind, I’ll live like that no more
Gonna find me the weapon that can kill off Mutley, end his child like rage
Gonna find me a whet stone, sharpening my sword, gonna end his blinkered ways
I killed off Mutley
In this war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days
Come a long way from our second city, I’m a long way from home
Come a long way from our second city and I’ll go there no more
Gonna find me a crag deep in the mountains, got to mend that old dog’s ways
Gonna find a lost city deep in the desert, make sure the flee pit pays
I killed off Mutley
In the war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days
Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em I am no more
Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em the evils gone
I found my mountain, out in the world, it wouldn’t forgive my ways
As I soar down the valley, out of this world, I know this old dog paid
I killed off Mutley
In the war inside I wage
I killed off Mutley
And it means the end of days