Short Celluloid Poems

Lovers lips promise despair
The needle-
Full of poison,
Houses acid daydreams
Choices are made
This is a celluloid end....

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Night dark and dreadful
Emotions in black and white
Tears blinded my eyes
Flickering celluloid film 
Whirling projector my mind...

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Ubiquitous beauty - the ageless
Carnivorous fantasies
Devouring mortal man
Stealing his desires
Cruel impossible liar
Timeless Celluloid Dreams...

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Her hips move with every twist
Shimmering frame, lissome belly 
Slender and lithe, slithers like jelly
Looks so sweet on celluloid
A mischievous smile she carries
This Indian Cabaret dancer...

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‘ Movie Reel … ’      52nd   Senryu


                   Your Movie Life Real ?
                   DVD, Celluloid Wheel
                 ... Or Film For His Will


( Ok, Back To Transformers and G. I. Joe Movies - LOL)...

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My mind sucks me in,
Replacing reality with celluloid dreams,
I loved every moment;
I could not fathom what was,
Reality or my own dimension,
Anymore;
Spat on like a leper,
For the differences within,
Life less like mine....

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a blur of life
frozen in eternity
one moment caught in time
its speed come to a halt
memories that never age
captured in photo
a tapestry on celluloid



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 24, 2020...

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Winter was years ago
we are  plagued by the sonnets of the Sun
all our yesterdays a furnace of heat was brewing
Celluloid viewfinders of more pleasant vistas
appear deftly
Tall Ships frozen in the Arctic
and the clouds azure in the Mediterranean
We are refugees from industrialisation
and deforestation...

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She sobbed, screamed, screeched, squealed…
He howled, hollered, hissed, hooted…
The hearing seemed tug-of-war-filled.
The judge smiled and said: "Equaled!
So, your wish to reunite is confirmed!'
They frantically hugged, kissed. In celluloid. 


04 June 2021
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Anita Page's image wore well, 
Rustling silk having carried her
But beneath her celluloid gaiety
And the nuance of her blonde curls.
I sensed  something more apposite 
The glint in her eye, 

Reminding me of a mood dance, 
Lasting deep into the scene.
A  fluid transition into interpretation, 
She felt the spoken word could not convey....

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Lost in the forever of magic 
but
whenever you call them
they will be there.

Oberon sold us on
to the highest bidder
from the lowest realm,
I 
suppose on celluloid
that's allowed
but no deal when
it's real
life.

Like the lamp I've been rubbed
snubbed
bought and abused
used 
discarded
and magically
I'm still here
tarnished
but
still me....

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CELLULOID LOVE

They imagined they’d fallen in love in real life,
After playing together as man and wife.
Twenty-three weeks on a Hollywood set,
They knew it was just an illusion and yet ….
But nothing could come of the thing, of course,
He couldn’t afford yet another divorce.

14th July 2022
Bitesize No. 49 poetry contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier...

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Sitting in the darkness
We stare at the technique harlot screen
Where a see-through celluloid sex symbol
Stands, hands thrust crotchward,
The air tearing at her pleats.

She is spread wide upon the silver screen
Her flesh still there
Her breasts still inviting 
The lie sensuous dream.
Shattered as the credits fall.
No curtain call
Yet still she will be back for more....

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When I awake in the morning
The sun shining in your sweet face
Smelling your pure sweet woman musk

Untangling from your clinging arms
Running my hands through your dark hair
Looking close at your fine mustache

My elbow knocks a Champagne glass
The sound of the cheap flute breaking
Stirs your celluloid bubbled tail

Good morning my sweet Vegas love

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008...

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a blur of life
frozen in eternity
one moment caught in time
its speed come to a halt
pinpointed clipped
taken out of context
a memory to never age
captured in photo
a tapestry on celluloid
a keepsake
tactile 
a token
to treasure
to live on
in the
here ever after



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023

AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on June 7, 2020...

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I am your dreams
Curled up in a ball.
Napping vicious dreams,
Crouched against the wall.
Oh the stoic stares at dovetailing dreams.
Throw your fryer in the briar.
May the mist tear your eyes.
You haven't cried in months.
Bleep out all dull colors,
Let the celluloid solitude remain a-drip.
You are your heart's keeper.
Tend to your first original light.
The all-possible pulsar of our lives....

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I am a vision of Cody
Immortal now at five dollars
First beers in Lowell 
actually on Jack Kerouac

Flutes Sirens and choppers
A blended symphony
A cacophony in warm morning sun

Words in Stone

Along the canal 
Blackwater yellow leaf
Laying low on celluloid
Bluefish plastic bag diving deep

Into library basement
Pied Piper Amram invites me
To breathe life into myself 
And my words as my journey continues 
Across this rock called earth...

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Celluloid escape magic
to another reel life
perhaps with Sundance and Butch
or was it Mister Tibbs?

Hunkered down in the cool
darkness of an afternoon,
hands all buttery,
rocked within a theatre's cocoon
while learning the meaning of a Classic
or song and dance man,
the terrors of imagination,
mysteries of sea and sky.

Not a mirror of my life
but a myriad of human emotions
evoked by this still affordable luxury
that remains a great escape....

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you have more than anyone before you
yours on celluloid
mine in my mind
the liberties you take
the ones I concede
sensual pleasure not framed

you have given more than anyone before you
yours from your heart
and mine from mine
the love you take
the love I give
pressed like a rose in a book

I love you more than anyone before you
you say the same to me
hearts entwine
flowers bloom from the vines
fragrant all that we share
love, at last grows here...

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A ride took it up;
Something beyond and above,
A little too far
A little over the bar.

An opening so 'fair'
Or 'foul' - down the road
words sprung forth
In tilt of the bus 
In an evening, behind the glass.

The windows of the heart 
let pass the air
A little to far,
A little over the bar.

A ride of a lifetime, 
Pigments of words and rime,
Written in the celluloid 
Of four-hour time.

There stands a tale 
Of a 'ride priceless',
Moving out of center
To heal and bless....

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