Short Matinee Poems

a spectacular matinee of glassy waves  embracing the cosmos’  charm in rhapsody





Dec. 12, 2013       4.45pm





Third Place
contest: One Amazing Line
Judged: 3/10/14
Sponsor: Poet Broken Wings...

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I don’t like modern films
Over hyped, over killed
They so often disappoint
The audiences once thrilled

I find now as I get older
The most joy that I can muster
Is from watching an old favourite
Than a modern blockbuster...

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Raping old friends
Far too easy
And I suffer the 
Consequences.

Without connections
And only visiting
their happiness
on the outside.

I am undeserved of
renewal I say,
and out-casted
like a good
perpetrator 
should be.

Scowling is
my brow
wanting a
happy reunion
show....

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Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!


Written on 3/29/2021...

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Scream Queen.
Silver Screen.
Rave action scenes.
Back in the day.
A dated matinee.
Two bits the fee.
Orange crush is a treat.
Popcorn queue waits.
Salt and butter to taste.
Soft Sixth-row seat.
Newsreel review.
Latest previews.
Stop motion Anime.
King Kong Figurine.
Vina Fay Wray,
A Lady of Fame....

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in reminiscence I recall-
the simple things,the fol-de-rol
the somersaults but most of all
I remember gumby!

for every matinee I'd seen
in salad days when I was green
hats off to the silver screen
I remember gumby!

a royal breed of moral code
a loyal steed to share the load
to whom I dedicate this ode...
I still remember gumby!...

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Wet Crows huddled in a tree
Golf carts in the rain


The wind holds its breath
sad bagpipes whine


a wolf-like predator
a trail of Cheerios


Owl’s feathers
silence amid the noise


no place to go
six cats on a marble floor


playing at the dinner table
French fry vamps


Movie matinee
A popcorn fantasy


John G. Lawless
©3/26/2023...

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The squirrels scamper in the snow
So when they climb the tree,
A dust of whiteness flutters down
Like lace embroidery.

It settles back from whence it came
Until the game resumes
And once again, the threat of havoc
From each squirrel looms.

I'm watching from the windows
On a bright white sunny day
And enjoying, gratis, front row seats
To Nature's matinee....

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Desires, 
fantasies,
sprung from gym-nasties. 
Vivid thoughts during my workout,
will later become a reality.

Confidence prevails,
and I got you alone.
After two dinners, 
a matinee, 
and countless nude pictures
to my cellular phone.
I finally got you alone!!
In my penthouse suite,
room 223.
Warm Saki,
conversation,
a gentle massage.

I start with your feet. 



Jared Pickett
12/29/09	
Asavvy1...

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From the maternal gloom
into the light I came.
A start of nature’s bloom,
the end of winter’s reign.

And I was born by chance
where universal whales
splash fountains of the stars
with their gigantic tails.

From everywhere the winds
blow round horrific backs,
beams of the sunny rings
gleam on eternal necks.

And in the part it’s me 
who praise all that matinee,
my cup is full indeed
here with a droplet yet....

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my mind is not here tonight
i watching the midnight matinee of you
where my mind is right now is where i want to lay my head
trust me, my head will not be snoring
my head will be like a lion....confidently roaring
this is not some cheap, two minute thrill
this is a long trek up paradisio hill
my mind is about to take flight
i watching the radiance of your telling brown eyes shine through
where mind mind travels right now i do not fear to tread...

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Last night, her premature redemption
left her wondering, If she ever was one

EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was, perhaps, before she ever knew
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was the one, to her- the fellows flew

Who’s now dreaming- not of her owns,
having to rush that she’d only known
Ghostly misplaced -herself in yesterday,
waving farewell, her matinee…

EVER WAS A WOMAN…
that she was, she hardly had to explain
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
who will forever come again!...

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“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
   he screamed to the crowd
 
“On stage as a vagabond
   my home you enshroud

“My makeup—my armor,
   my performance—my cause

“Reborn with each act,
   as I hear your applause

“You take me each matinee,
   you take me each night

“To the depths of your hearts
   where my darkness alights

“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
   he shouted again

“Forever my audience
   —forever my friends”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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There are many souls who into nature go
to ponder thoughts; for me, this is not the case.
There are many spots where I can let thoughts flow!
But if not in bed and dreaming, I erase
my tensions best when I go to see a show.
At matinee time, it’s not a crowded place.
In the movie house, I put up both my feet.
This is my escape – with popcorn for a treat!

Feb 1, 2019 for Carolyn Devonshire's 
My Place Multi-Part Easter Prizes Poetry Contest
(pierced ears)...

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A Broadway play, a matinee,
Two seats right on the aisle.
The highest row, but even so,
We both left with a smile.

The show was sad, yet we were glad
For every great performer
Was new to us and, as a plus,
What made us feel much warmer

Was meeting John, a paragon
Among all theater ushers.
He made us laugh, unlike some staff
Who only act as shushers.

It’s kind of rare to really share
An unforeseen connection,
But our good luck relied on pluck
And also, seat selection!
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