Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Elizabeth Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The newsreel of the day plus a cartoon
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
The giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
loneliness not extreme
known from what I’ve seen
light within darkness lies
imaginings to my surprise
behind exclusion’s walls of slate
fantasies await partake
travelogues in brevity
roads to wander endlessly
inside transparent walls
exclusion quells, overhauls
intimate benign entwine
no boundaries bind confine
loneliness companion friend
comradeship without end
a wondrous place for peek-a-boo
searching finding, finding me
battle not there is no fight
within the darkness blinding light
illuminates humane invites
flings and fantasy’s flights
Parting is always painful
Still we part to the oblivion
Parts we are ...
Made of particles
Destined to fuse with the dark
Nothingness is the ultimatum
Still leaves fall...
Flowing with the gust
Towards an unknown land
Fall ... to nourish the tree
With their last drop of blood
To pass on their blessings
Through the green fuse
That drives life's force
Parting is always painful
Still we part to vacate
Rooms we live
Leaving our fragrance there
To make it a better place
For the new travellers
Oh! We leave our travelogues there
On the table
If they may need
For their sojourn
Moments and mementos
Framed and fused
Like parting rainbows
We all part...
20.05.2017
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
© Jack Ellison 2014
A basket holds the magazines
And catalogues I’m saving,
But when I’m not around, I think
They all start misbehaving.
I could have sworn I left them
In a neat and tidy pile,
But now they’re topsy-turvy,
Which is really not my style.
New Yorkers constitute the bulk;
They take so long to read!
Then More for women over 40 –
Much more, I’ll concede.
The wicker also wields a wad
Of travelogues and such;
Toss in some home décor gazettes
And man, it’s just too much!
I’ve gotta get them straightened out
Or they will slide and fall
And knock down all my newspapers,
Which will not do at all!
Take me out to sea,
To swim among the fishes,
To glide between mountains,
To sail far from the break of this surf,
Take me out to sea,
Where I can set sail and be free,
No worries, just somewhere I can be me
Without being seen
Where things seem so calm,
After time and time again,
The steady winds roll me over this vast pool
This vast world, closer to the edge
Closer to the end, throwing anchors
Who's tails reach for the marianas trench
subduct my soul, my ship is swallowed
now alone, a turtle without it's shell
How will I survive?
I thought things would be so easy
So pleasant, at the shore
These travelogues and monologues
Displaying beauty around the world,
With sands running for miles
I said take me out to sea
To better me with beauty
to help me see the calmness of the sea
With the breeze through my skin
and the salt settling in,
Why aren't things as they seem?
The surge rises and falls,
Well I have seen the unpredictable,
I was taken out to sea to meet the ocean inside of me
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