Short Marquee Poems

the marquee
read XXX
Italian
movies

at any price
surely a
bargain
so i

paid and
paid the
price of
watching

thirty
romanesque
comedies
without

subtitles...

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Holiday is ringed gay with lights.
Niose-shook, for a marquee
Of lawn-pitched attractions.
No dull railing girts it. A place
In time joy-bounced, by whim's
Un-school-like persuasions....

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So scared to peak…fears further grief
Lights, she dims, a glance so brief 
Womanhood stripped-callous thief
Dreams are dimmed, hopes attune
Cold marquee provides no relief
Her name stripped far too soon...

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A galaxy 
lives within me
through sky’s marquee
my heart beholds

one earth’s design—
as  moon, lake twine
in peace, I shine
from heaven's mold.



Desiderata Contest--nette onclaud
Franco Gonza  7 Dec 2014...

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No need for a C.D.
You enjoy listening to me.
     You giggle at my personality.
Inside a booth or a marquee.
     My choice of music pure energy.
I make you move your body.
     I set your spirit free.
No this is not an E.V;P.!...

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Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
	portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
	Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
	Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
	comprising the life of Rose Meadow....

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A marquee of stars dims, to beckon early winter’s stage;
Reflecting crunched flowers in ghastly hues, detached from their limp boughs.
The nightfall drapes hush of serenity , as flakes soothe trees’ nest.



 Andrea Dietrich's  October Bliss or November Dreams
10/09/2014...

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Moon
               Maunders
                  Midnight magpie
                     Mirrors magic
                        Mute
    
                        Maps
                           Memoirs
                              Magnetic
                                 Maudlin marquee
                                    Muse


15/03/2019...

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Unable to deceive you--
not that I wish to hide some dark truth--
but fears are so private,
and you read me like an MGM Marquee....
 
Too easily you expose me,
send me stumbling
against mirror walls, shattering images....
 
Your lips over the sharp edges,
miraculously uncut,
with warm kisses you raise me
from cold, compressed crystals.......

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The Marquee whispered, Gorden is gone...
The Edmund Fitzgerald briefly raised its bow 
from the black icy depths of its echoes.
Carefree highway shimmering, flecks of gold
if you could read my mind love
It would wish your chords to never grow old.
It's Sundown, the maple leaf sways in great sadness.
melodies cascading gently down from the heavens....

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Beneath the bowling-alley 
bar marquee 
the rain tonight

hammers off 
the concrete. 
Inside, beer flops

bottle into glass.
Beyond the bar, 
bright lights

reveal a Bowler’s day:
fluorescent shirts
red, yellow, green, 

and everywhere 
a roar so loud
one can barely hear 

the genocide of pins 
slain by balls 
a lifetime now in transit.


Donal Mahoney...

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Genocide of Pins

Beneath the bowling-alley 
bar marquee 
the rain tonight

hammers off 
the concrete. 
Inside, beer flops

bottle into glass.
Beyond the bar, 
bright lights

reveal a Bowler’s day:
fluorescent shirts
red, yellow, green, 

and everywhere 
a roar so loud
one can barely hear 

the genocide of pins 
slain by balls 
a lifetime now in transit.

Donal Mahoney...

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A cardinal whips its trilled zest
Where fields extend into a mile;
That upon bright April's request
My toes wiggle here for a while...
I pause as sunrise paints hued light
By rolling through ridges, how free!
Till more birds arrive come near night
When dreamy hours grant spring's marquee.


Contest of Brian Strand
WK 3 March 19,Any form,any theme
up to a max of 8(EIGHT) LINES...

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Bottle into Glass


Beneath the bowling-alley 
bar marquee 
the rain tonight

hammers off 
the concrete. 
Inside, beer flops

bottle into glass.
Beyond the bar, 
bright lights

reveal a Bowler’s day:
fluorescent shirts
red, yellow, green, 

and everywhere 
a roar so loud
one can barely hear 

the genocide of pins 
slain by balls 
a lifetime now in transit.


Donal Mahoney...

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Wind in the glass

Wind in the glass,
Emotions repressed,
Cage in the grass
Released heart depressed.

Tree in the wind,
Free with his feelings,
No more wants to hind,
Master of his dealings.


Words flowing free,
Discharged hidden says,
Sun in the marquee
Freedom of its rays.

Light in his face,
Kindness in his deeds.
For the human race,
Heart and soul needs,
Open freedom seeds....

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E xhilarated by a marquee of  bright horses,  
C arousel of my girlhood…I dance with your light!
S oaring, navigating a riot of a glossy parade;
T o revel in flights beyond star’s gateway
A s my heart thrills from arcade’s music…Oh,
S cenes from past summers replay this joy. I become
Y oung again… while dazzling evening washes over me!


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Ecstacy Contest for John Hamilton
7/1/2016...

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a word of hope or a word of revival
a word that can cause my survival

Please, speak to my loving heart
And never pronounce the word ‘depart’

Cool down my glowing fire
Or order my passion to retire

Feed my starving adoration 
And quench my droughty sensation

Make me a lost traveller in your sea
Or even a noble, prince or a marquee

But just speak and let me sigh
your words once before I die...

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i was young
i was broke
i was cold

cold
young
and broke

i didnt need
to fix my
broken
piggie
bank

short on supplies
i'd exercise by
walking at
night a
round
town

where
there i
saw the
marquee
it could've
been de Sade
but instead was

Mozart

i had
twenty
dollars
for 

groceries and
a ticket for
Don Giovanni
was twenty

i lived
off of
that
opera
for a
long
time...

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Everyday is a never ending cruise; 
Adventure lurks as we land at each port 
traveling the world with you beside me;  
Honey, with you there I simply can’t lose, 
perfect ship and luxurious resort; 
Wearing a smile like lights on a marquee
beckoning me softly to come aboard; 
Exploring with the gift of a passport 
you turned my dreams into reality; 
Tilted my face from the shadows toward 
                      the sea....

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Eve outlines the curves of an old  terrain,
where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen
reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen
from vintage halls of paling, roughened  grain:
All through this vine-clad manor’s dusky shade
poses outside  its  elegant  fig tree--
Which attests to  a once- royal marquee
this landmark, our own hometown’s proud arcade.


Written 9/7/2019
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest of  Eve Roper
Picture # 3...

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Autumn put down me bed
In the grass and the leaves of yours
Cool me I’m hottest lad
But don’t freeze hands of mine, of course.

Make me marquee in wood
Frail but only mine
Autumn I wish I could
To sleep in the bush to be fine.

Give to my fallen soul 
View of the forest’s shade
I will be dead for all
I will be deaf for fate.

Hairs will not be white
Sadness won’t come as troop
Put down the bed with light
Weave endless dream in loop....

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Kismet yanks the rug I'm standing, 
Shocked it barely sways my stance. 
Should have been a back-side landing, 
Unexpected happenchance. 

Anger follows loud reporting. 
As for me, my silence holds. 
I'm the villan, unsupporting, 
Tiresome lines, the same old role. 

New perspective thrills my senses, 
Plays must reach their final scene. 
As I pack, I feel a cleansing, 
Cancelled drama, blank marquee. 


Gene Bourne.
09-12-14




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Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
                Soles step intrepid on spongy moss 
                Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed 
                Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss 


    Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres 
           Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
    Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing 
            Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints




                22nd April

               To Kingsley...

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Censorship’s alive and well
In Dickson, Tennessee,
Whose Roxy Theater advertised
Upon its proud marquee:

“Heckboy,” playing there beside
Both “Dumbo” and “Shazam.”
Of course, there’s no such movie
And that title is a sham.

The owner thinks profanity
Should not be on the sign,
So “Hellboy” was a name that she
Decided to refine.

To me, there’s not much difference
In those words; they’re neck and neck,
But such censorship implies this country’s
On its way to Heck....

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FREEBIRD

the rock star intellectuals —
finding life a gas, smoking pot,
erupting all the free liquor,
devilish fame as a bot.

smashing guitars by the dozens,
oozing blood, alcohol and sweat.
impress daughters with their wild haze,
vocal chords slogging through their set.

a plane crash demolished their dreams
— the flash stars reap a reality.
the vibe’s dead there's no second chance
for trio erased from marquee.

5/28/2019

*Loosely based on the Lynyrd Skynyrd Band...

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