Birthday presents for the grands
Are challenging to find,
Unless you locate something
After which they’ve always pined.
If not, you search online until
Your eye is caught by what
Might be, if you are lucky,
Just the thing that hits the spot.
For my grandchild’s seventh birthday,
What I found for her, in pink,
Was a set of walkie-talkies;
They were ordered in a blink.
Her birthday is tomorrow
But we tried them out today.
They checked off all the boxes
As we put them into play.
Check! For something new and fun.
Check! A breeze to use.
Check! They’re pink and have a light
So they’ll be hard to lose.
It’s very gratifying
When excitement you have earned,
Unlike my husband’s birthday gift,
Which has to be returned.
Categories:
talkies, birthday, granddaughter,
Form: Rhyme
Mary Pickford and Samsung, her most reliable cat
Knew that talkies were going to be where it’s at
She confided to her pet and said I cannot wait!
These movies sound wonderful said cat. Incredibly great!
Don’t tell the others, Mary whispered. I am in the know.
Of course, they will not be here in time for December’s snow.
But the inventors are almost ready to have a huge reveal.
Keeping the secret, a bit longer would be no big deal.
Of course, Mary had no way of knowing her cat was a snitch.
He ran around town telling others about the movie time pitch.
The other cats did not believe him. They called him a liar.
This made him really angry; his face was quite red, on fire.
When the talkies finally came out, the TV sets were alive.
The cats began shrieking. Some hid under the couch in a dive.
I told you said Samsung, all smug, and he rejoiced about it.
Mary never knew he had shared the secret, or she’d had a fit.
Categories:
talkies, cat,
Form: Rhyme
the murder
above my
head is
biblical
i know
they fly
and land
and fly away
to land
somewhere
out of sight out
of mind but once a
poetic bird
watcher watched
them become leaves
on a long bare autumn tree
bare for
all had left
before there
we're talkies and
everything
was yin and
yang with no
discrimination
in their
blackness
they became
light like a feather
less flight
of fancy and
imagery that will
stay with me even if
it
was
through
someone
else's eyes
(Inspired by a poem by Maureen McGreavy)
Categories:
talkies, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Other civilizations on other heavenly bodies
Are looking for life in the universe with similar jollies
Do we think we're alone
Not a chance, it's well known
The odds are nil, had this theory since the talkies
Categories:
talkies, science,
Form: Limerick
War taught of the need for nutrition and good health,
and so Penicillin was first used on mass scale,
tin food was too, like never before,
that pill when you’re ill distributed through war.
Wellington Boots were first used with army suits,
when invaders wanted Greek ground democracy was found.
Those chemical compounds taught of nuclear doom,
while v2 rockets put man on the moon,
engines on planes were made safer,
now airplanes fly in lanes tracked on radar.
This website you’re on and the E-mails you get,
be sure you know, war made the internet,
talking of war that’s what walkie talkies were first for,
war gives us advanced things we only dreamt of before.
And I stress, without war we'd know less,
but the best lesson of them all, is, don’t go to war.
Categories:
talkies, history, perspective, truth, war,
Form: Rhyme
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Where would you be going on such a fine
Afternoon?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
To your bedroom
To get my costume.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Well! One thing is for sure you have plenty of
Elbow room.
Did you find your black pantaloons?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Before we go trick or treating you will need to
Use the powder room.
Once your outfit is on there won't be another
Opportune.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
I assume
You bought your walkie talkies so we can
Commune.
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Grandma, why does daddy fume?
Never you mind. Halloween will be over soon.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Categories:
talkies, adventure, confidence, family, fantasy,
Form: Villanelle
old-fashioned reels
spin
fascination
talkies buried
“did jimmy have some beer?”
and the oldest fighting
the baby
who whines real
often
a radio performance
of Twelve Days Of Christmas
the recorder squeaking
“five golden rings”*
eight times
every time
out of tune
a dead language
how little Latin i know
9/2/2018
*Swortzell version 1966
Categories:
talkies, childhood,
Form: Free verse
I remember those
Dented tin cans
The string communication
Of my childhood.
We lived in first story houses,
Telling their fourth or fifth
As we stood on the other side
Of a world without the grey.
Eyes screwed shut,
We shouted excitement into
Our fathermade walkie talkies
Chicken noodle
Clam Chowder
We were always running wild
Chasing what we already had
Our adventure and
That’s gone
You said
Life ends at seventeen.
But here we are,
Here you are,
My childhood love.
Standing so close,
One string length away to
Touch your hand.
That must have seemed longer,
Once.
What would it take of me,
From me.
To press the still sharp edge,
Tasting of clam chowder,
The ocean that you hear in
The echos,
Into my cracked upper lip
And reach out through
These shells of us
Let these ruined wires say
What I cannot.
“Hello?”
Means
I miss you.
Categories:
talkies, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Rain hurls wetness
Public places watered;
Soaking exposure
~~~~~~~~~
Dark passing clouds
Loiter and linger;
Tears from heaven
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy debris
Dry leaves soaked;
Earthy tea brew
~~~~~~~~~
Takeaway meal
Local gourmet touch;
Sensorial pleasures
~~~~~~~~~
Two crows sit
Rain drenched;
Tree branch spies
~~~~~~~~~
Cherry tomatoes
Crunchy sensations;
Power de-tox
~~~~~~~~~
Bus ride trip
Nowhere to go;
Surprise awaits
~~~~~~~~~
Old movies
Greyscale tones;
Funny talkies
~~~~~~~~~
TV serials
High definition colours;
Crystal brilliance
~~~~~~~~~
Window view
Twenty storeys high;
Rainy day exposure
~~~~~~~~~
Jelly bean pops
Myriad flavours;
Happy sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Curves on stilettos
Dangerous temptations;
Futile resistance
~~~~~~~~~
Word monger
Shape shifter;
Poetic impulse
~~~~~~~~~
A full purse
Wealthy mindset;
Overflowing bounty
~~~~~~~~~
Compassionate touch
Authentic stay;
Karmic flowering
~~~~~~~~~
Moist scent
Windy pulsations;
Foretells rain
~~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
13 June 2015
Singapore
Categories:
talkies, change,
Form: Haiku
Silent Talkies
by Odin Roark
Walking the city,
camera in hand,
he snaps here,
multiple-clicks there,
videos flowing subtleties,
images en masse filling his head.
Later…
His one room comes alive,
a window shuttered,
a door locked,
a laptop never sleeping,
a printer,
a chair,
his bed.
His single light bulb
sways gently from above,
giving movement across
collage-walls,
montaged-moving pictures,
his company surrounding him,
appreciating his neighbors,
respecting pedestrians he passed,
revering buildings he framed.
Eagerly…
With modest glass of Gallo as companion,
he toasts them all,
smiles in thanks,
sits and celebrates the special aloneness
only one who is deaf can appreciate.
Categories:
talkies, loneliness,
Form: Prose Poetry
Stacked with books, assiduity elsewhere
Exams knocking at hand
Yet the Friday get-go
And final cut buff.
Night at sea and morning sloth
The evening prowl and buddy talkies
Escaped tuition and soul mate bask
Brainsick few moments
Ended with a break up.
Hearsays then bared
Eyes filled up and a hebdomad hush.
So called a fresh beginning
They say it agone.
Acquaintances befalls
Yet the same story echoes.
Admittance time and outcome appraised
Enough with bailiwicks, now the time to revel.
Late night parties and dearly-won snooze
Weekdays lessons and awaited weekend multiplex.
A secret dope and babbling out,
Desktop eroticas and tormented psyche
Fags anarchic and creative smokes
Bohemian lifestyle
But forthcoming ruination.
A sudden consequence and fledged days
Thousand and one nights
Of a student’s time of life.
Categories:
talkies, allegory, schooltime, time,
Form: Bio
Actress Joan Crawford
Started out as a flapper
In silent movies
Then she became a shop girl
In talkies and then became
Ms Hollywood Royalty
Categories:
talkies, history, life, nostalgia
Form: I do not know?