Willie Sutton was not a “word whiz”
And you won’t find his name in “showbiz”
But his quote I prefer
Came to him while “in stir”
“I rob banks ‘cause that’s where money is!”
Passing of the New Year
We could have had champagne and not Buck’s fizz, but then we aren’t in showbiz. We glorify and harness God’s creation in full spirit, praising his glory. The passing of the year, nothing to fear, his goodwill to mankind, it is without deploration, acutely aware of the labour ahead-January blues, that first Monday does lamentedly lurk, far from jovial or jaunty as work is around the cruel corner. Unadorned is now the room but the fire still ablaze where the cat does lethargically laze. Snow did disrupt December endeavour and to avoid the roads, we’d be more than clever-force winds doesn’t hinder the odd ocean swimmer-madness to those who take hot wine from the beach’s cafe with views of breaking waves which battle the surfers. Many a woman is all too aware that more mincemeat won’t make a tactical nighttime dancer trimmer. A fanciful occasion for many albeit far from a duchess, but prone to impress to celebrate the New Year is without much persuasion.
For 'Guess Who' contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Born in the abode of the angels,
a blooming rose beautiful and coy;
Glance even from different angles,
as always you were a world of joy;
You rose to dizzy heights and stardom,
there was a time all you touched was gold;
Life of parties in glitzy filmdom,
t'was tragic to see your life unfold;
Caught in the murky web of showbiz,
you tried to be the part of it all;
Many marriages, heartbreaks, never is
easy to get over, and play ball:
Health took a turn for the worse for you,
but you neglected it to stay on top;
A magnet as controversies grew,
you were from a unique field and crop;
Hollywood is a scary place love,
should've known before diving headlong;
it has robbed your sweet innocence dove,
now, sleep ports you to where you belong.
My gran doesn’t ‘get’ this woke society
I told her that there’s a new sobriety
We went for a walk to see what we would see
And show her we all can be what we will be
Men can be women and girls can be boys
And most men in showbiz have that certain poise
I’ve seen a guy wearing a little black dress
And people whose gender is something to guess
But live and let live is the latest doctrine
Though sometimes I wouldn’t know where to begin
Someone approached us in pink dungarees
And Doc Marten boots and a beard to ‘their’ knees
With glitter mascara, diamanté tiara
A dog tag that said nothing more than ‘Tamara’
‘Their’ Mohican hair style was quite a strange sight
Twas dyed rainbow colours and went left to right
I tried not to notice ‘their’ tightly strapped breasts
But bits were protruding from her (their) string vest
In an unguarded moment I said, “Evening Miss.”
He/she/it/they gawped and said, “That’s remiss.”
I told he/she/it/they, “I’m not of this age
So don’t take offence, please don’t get in a rage.”
‘They’ strode off and snarled like a pantomime cat
And my little old gran said, “What The F*** Was That?”
So hard to really know what to believe
on news presented to us every day;
as if our world's divided into two
opposing groups interpreting each fact-
and truth lies hidden in a misty fog.
In bygone days, old movie theaters brought
us news on film before the featured show
to be the only way shown on a screen.
With no confusion, what was right or wrong;
commitment to believe was held by most.
Then, later on, TV gave instant news-
not then presented as a drama show
competing for high ratings as the goal.
Unbiased, basic facts to us were served-
devoid of changing them to showbiz art.
Belief is shattered by the news today;
our media so quickly spins reports.
The competition with each other steals
one-upmanship to push their biased facts.
Believe- a word not honored in our thoughts.
March 5, 2023
Contest: B--Forms and Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Chosen Word: Believe
Ricky Ricardo,
handsome talent of the Tropicana show.
serious, he cracks the whip, practices -
his bongos distract us.
Lucy,
his fiery red-headed wife - we
follow her madcap schemes,
her showbiz dreams.
Fred,
dumpy, grumpy, nearly dead
except he comes alive with dance -
far-fetched romance.
Ethel,
the love of his life? Well…
a partner in dance. Lucy’s sometimes friend.
They always make up in the end.
Little Ricky,
bongo player — itty bitty
show stealer. Not a natural son,
Keith’s not credited but the golden ticket, he won!
I Love Lucy
gets along famously,
handles the trite matters
of life. Laughter on a silver platter.
9/5/2021
"X" Rated (Infinite Stars!)
Our God signs with an ‘X’ ’cause His name is “I AM.”
And like Him, so an “X,” LOVE just is!
Christ, I laughed at this joke (God can be such a ham!)
‘Truth Be Known’s’ a ‘great’ fan of showbiz!
When ‘X’ brings ‘Flood’ to town, Love, it covers the earth!
OMG, supernatural feat!
In the Bliss of His crib after Mary gave birth,
Son joined ‘life’ to make Bible complete!
Did Christ die, rise from death, spend three days in a tomb?
(Congregations of ‘faith’ dream its true!)
And while greeting His fate with a Son of Man’s gloom,
Still, accede to what God ask Him to?
Might Christ’s sacrifice mean that God loves us through death?
Tell me how you respond to God’s ‘Grace?’
Can a prayer redeem good oozed out with each breath,
Buy a ticket to smile on God’s face?
Brian Johnston
7th of August in 2019
Does God limit Himself? Might real God think that's wise?
Ask His child to be humble but feign a disguise?
Did Christ's death on the cross, a huge cost to Himself,
Not suggest there's more Truth left on heaven's bread shelf?
Don't you limit your God if YOU say He knows all?
Did disciple's see death on the cross as Christ's call?
Does mere servant grok treasures of Truth that Christ honed?
Is a God who keeps Word (in man's mind) then dethroned?
Are you shy then to pray? Think you're saving God time?
Do your poems ooze honey with no need to rhyme?
God's creation a logic where you have no stake?
Math and Science so difficult you don't partake?
When Christ calls us to miracles great than His
Is this Trumpian rhetoric, merely showbiz,
Bombastic pronouncements without legs to walk?
Or might Love be a poem whose words aren't hemlock!
Long Tooth
November 20, 2018
I dig, you dig, she dig, we all dig, it makes us weep
This may not be beautiful, but it's certainly “deep”
How tricky was that
Such clever chitchat
Surely could make it in showbiz, though a little offbeat
(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was grinning. If u google llamas perhaps then u will understand what I mean)
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky , stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any showbiz dromedary drama?
Ah yes, he does look handsome, do come have a view
of this fuzzy, comedy dromedary beau!
Send in the paparazzi, for he's already saying cheese
But he prefers his own kind, send in some lady llamas please.
Hey, like humans, llamas can stick their tongues out and spit to express displeasure
So keep your distance from angry ones or you will regret the mismeasure
The one I see in the picture is a cool llama teenaager
but he's no teeny-bopper, for he's a teetotaller
as no one ever saw him
with a bottle of gin or lager!
reality TV
isn't really groovy
except for Cops that is
for that is real showbiz
"The Human Factor"
by: Eric L. Boddie
The greatest mystery of Life
From beginning throughout until the end
There are points along the line
That we all submit to sin
Just think about it....
We are supposed to Give Him The Glory, but have you ever bragged a little too much
We are not supposed to lust, but have you ever longed for another's touch
We are not supposed to hate, but how do you feel about people who hurt the kids
We are not supposed to envy, but have you ever wanted to be like someone in showbiz
We are not supposed to lie, but have you ever withheld the truth
We are not supposed to judge, but have you ever found yourself looking for proof
We are supposed to Love our neighbor, but have you ever rejected someone as a friend
And Wrath Is Reserved For God, but have you ever taken some measure of revenge
The Word Says we are not worthy
That's the truth no man can deny
It's the human factor that makes us imperfect
But because of Jesus, we still must Try....
Love at first bite
Lustfully he grins, devotedly she stares,
A scene awfully to familiar in the showbiz of life.
Starring, a veteran actor and naïve lass with a body full of strife.
Yes, her body is rebellious but her apparent eyes leave her soul bare.
Her body could make no false decisions as it moves seductively.
Decisions that attract both timid and masculine spectators,
Lurking in the shadows, tamely veiled like domestic predators,
Bearing intentions set out objectively.
Before she could put her guards up, she`s knocked off her feet,
Obediently invaded by thorn stem roses,
With sweet scented poses.
It was the making of a perfect scene, a flawless hit.
The camera stopped rolling; the lead actor was no more.
There were no goodbyes, only a residue remained when he left.
She searched the vacant chambers of her heart, she`d been a victim of theft.
Suddenly her limbs were rhythm-less, she was engulfed by the floor.
What she savoured was the bitter fruit of spite,
Contracted, from love at first bite.
Hollywood couples in their own dramatic way
Are like characters in a Shakespearean play
To be or not to be
That was the question you see
When they first met on the set of the "Anthony and Cleopatra" movie
But it was double double toil and trouble
When their romance began to bubble
She was a beautiful and glamorous star
Admired by fans from near and far
But their relationship was like a war
Leaving them wounded,with emotional scars
He loved his women and his booze
Painkillers is what she liked to use
They both seemed to have the blues
They would have nasty breakups
Then he would buy her million dollar diamonds to make up
Though his love for her was deep
She was not his to keep
They got married , then divorced
Then they remarried, of course
that one ended too, just like the first
He played many parts in his career in showbiz
But the best part he ever had was being married to Liz
~~
Richard Burton And Elizabeth Taylor
I’m ready to take a stand under clear skies and over green fields
You will come with your army of a thousand
Ill come with my army of one
Anger and hatred leeks from your mouth like venom fire
Infecting the minds of thoughts unaware of the snake bite
But I’m the snake catcher
Ill grab you all by the head
And one by one milk the venom from your fangs till their only use is for showbiz
A massacre
Massacre thousands on green fields stand velvet red with the blood of small minded hate spiting racist pig heads
So bring your guns
Bring your knifes
Bombs
And bring your children
To witness the truth
I’m bullet proof
My legend the really arm that be the demise of your brain
Yet the light that fills your children’s eyes
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