Short Filmed Poems
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Jordan’s pilot caged in a fire
Was filmed and produced global ire
When we use napalm
It’s gift wrapped in a bomb
As our moral plane is much higher
A photographer of Indoor Sports
Found himself dragged through the lower courts
The hotel said
He filmed their bed
When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts
There are a couple who live in Fort Meyers
who are firm World War two deniers
They shout out the truth
It was filmed in Duluth!
Are they just dumb or a couple of liars
Written 3/19/22
All we are taught, just bold, brazen lies
World War Two? It was all filmed in Van Nuys!
And yes, it is true
Biden's a Chinese Jew
So don't trust your brain or rely on your eyes
10/24/22
You are the real Face of INDIA
Zafar Bhai is proud of you GirL
You did an amazing revealing Job
You are an inspiration for females
You filmed sixty naked Girls WOW..
Note.Mogambo Khush Hova!!
Can anyone tell me what a blooper is anyway
Is it like a goofy unplanned accident at someone's soiree
Like a dark patch
A wee bit damp
While being filmed at daughter's graduation day
A chronicle of amazing grace
To change the human race-
Just William they called him,
Persistence helped him win
This triumph over sin.
William Wilberforce (1759-1833)-of abolishing slave trade saga Filmed 2007
hears the rooks cawing
as he strolls through the grave yard - -
sees her watching him
* for Andrea's (and Nikko's) contest
The Woman in Black is a book and a film - a big buck version is currently being filmed, I've heard
young pelican lands awkwardly
breaks a leg while being filmed
Written: April 01, 2016
Inspired by: Timothy Hicks Contest
My pork chop ran off with a leg of lamb
Had a car accident and I mean - BAM!
The first one on the scene was my sweet old gram.
Luckily she had her video cam.
Filmed the lovers running on the lam.
We laugh at that tape whenever we can!
She knew her life was through,
But wasn’t scared to die;
She closed her pain filmed eyes,
Her final breath a sigh.
Her husband took her hand,
And whispered, ‘ Welcome, dear.
It’s been so very long -
We won’t be parted here.’
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Life, Death and Beyond contest
A collected experience
filmed in memories
A fate's product
plus the sum of all my choices
An unfinished book
written by myself
A story, a novel, a play
to be ended by death
I am a child, a parent, a grandparent
a trilogy of generation
The current story of mankind
A sequel of the ages...
Aqua concrete,
With skinned knees,
And that Alderman
Fat and
Inconspicuus,
Until mother
Filmed him.
The water slide,
Slick and Fun,
but not after
I sprouted
Pubic hair.
And then,
in winter, the
frozen air
Tempted me
To fornicate
In that very
same place.
I pray for
An earthquake,
To shatter and
Dismantle this
Deception
The world is suspended with her on my chest;
her breathing is steady and I am at peace.
So much in this moment, both slowed and compressed;
the cares of the day are forgotten, released.
How is it we let such moments slip by,
failing to grasp how important they are?
Careless indifference, letting time fly,
stuck on the sidelines, filmed from afar.
I want a daily dose of Perry Mason
(with a sweet side-dish of Della Street thrown in),
the episodic filmed in black and white one.
Give me just one hour every weekday mornin'
of charming Mister Drake detecting where, why,
when Mason's hostile witness will tell a lie,
and then confess murdering his evil boss
without remorse and not counting it as loss.
The most photogenic of this decade
We found this actress in the everglade.
She was lying in the swampiest shade.
Her fascinating color made the grade.
Best of all, she did not have to be paid.
We filmed her as she was during her wade.
Our skittish camera man the whole time prayed.
That our sunlight would not completely fade.
We named this alligator Teethy McBlade.
Train coming down
my way, hearing
its whistle gives
my heart a thrill.
Such a long load
this train is pulling,
going to places
far away and beyond.
Thinking of better days
when trains ruled travel,
bringing this grand country
together for us all to see.
wrote 1-21-09
saw this train at Jim Baker Reservoir in Denver Co
I filmed it then wrote this poem this morning.
This perfect setting from the past
An era gone though filmed to last,
Strangely set a wistful thought
As memories and dreams were caught.
How love had lured me to sight
Motion pictures black and white,
To understand the story clear
Whilst living in the yesteryear.
Black and white you take me to
Nostalgia where I feel blue,
Though presently with clear foresight
Merely due to black and white.
In this solitude cold morning,
I see you in stripe.
With umbrella atop your head
And a pocketful of your hand,
You walk gracefully with filmed legs.
My two eyes were deep and mumble
My skin was warm against the cold wind.
Then, you're nearing towards me
I just look to the horizon
When you smile.
Time, you're passing by
I just close my eyes and imagine,
That my eyes condemned by my heart.
Master your temper, don’t speak what is false
Open your eyes and help fix others wounds
Try to do be nice, and never be angry
Hope can be found, no matter your problem
Every confidence is a secret
Remember, efforts are never nothing
Sometimes memories are better not filmed
An expert always feels out of their depth
In life, the best comment is no comment
Do not forget- life is best lived, not dreamt
Rain diffuses mystically the edges of distance,
while the slant drop arrays slice the silence,
thread the window pane with trembling lines,
I sense subtly sketch dripping lattice on my palm
I trace on the fog-filmed glass with my fingers.
The moist ground exhales the scent of petrichor,
the smoky smell drifts through rain-splashed air.
Outside, everything is splattered, washed clean,
inside, tenderly touched, I feel it all, slowly softened.