Wide World of Sports televises a political assassination
from San Marcos, a tiny Latin American nation.
When the president dies, a dictator comes into position.
He takes complete control, and wants to subdue opposition.
Introducing Fielding Mellish: a product tester from New York.
This guy is sex-starved, and a completely nerdish dork.
Along comes a political activist who catches his fancy.
Wanting Fielding to sign her petition, her name is Nancy.
Mellish falls in love, and a relationship ensues.
Nancy changes her plans, and poor Fielding will lose.
Mellish decides to travel to that Latin American country.
There will be so many ridiculous situations we will see.
Are you curious to learn how this story will turn out?
Watch the video. You will find it entertaining without a doubt.
Based on the 1971 film "Bananas" starring Woody Allen
watch this some time
death dressed in white
an angel that appears
and swears, not like:
S*#t F!#k or other
words yet calms
the condemned
that all will be
alright so calmly
sleeps no worries
for you as a sheep
will not be slaughtered
so all knowing being
cocky for love conqueres
death Woody Allen steps
no blind fold and telling
all what took so long
now before the firing
squad that shoots him
dead and so he is led
as we all do due to
all the lack yet much
luster of the churches
ghost busters
You out there in the darkness
Picking up your pens
Need encouragement from the Lower East Side
Surely you can writing something as imaginative as Tolkien
Funny as Woody Allen
As moving as Countee Cullen. So pick up your pens
and write
send it to poetrysoup.com
No, you probably won't be able to quit the day job
Or maybe you will!
“That’s what I love about baseball –
it doesn’t mean anything.” – Woody Allen
The sun is shining, flags are flying,
Spring is here once more:
fresh-mown grass, and onions frying –
and so you know the score.
No criticizing, analyzing –
pack away the screed:
today there’ll be no need
for diagnostic apparatus:
we’ll live without divine afflatus
until the coming Fall.
No gyres or Gaias, or signifiers,
no pyres , no lyres, Heraclitean Fires:
Just bunts and grunts, and foul-back fliers,
and eighteen guys with heavy thighs,
all chasing on a ball.
Woody Allen once pondered, “Is rough sex dirty?”
Replied “Only if it's done right”, his eyes quite blurry
Voice trembling and shaking
During this joyous undertaking
Apologized for his words which came out quite slurry
There are these dreams you
never want to wake from.
Last night you sat in a theatre,
watching a movie, marveling at Spain,
unrolling before your eyes, a memory
of the Pyranees you never wanted
to leave, dream mountain images,
dream lakes more impossibly
grandiose and gorgeous than anything
in waking life. Then, starring
in your own movie, the one the Id
spins for your nightly entrapment,
there was no transition: you
did not step into the screen, as in
a Woody Allen imagining.
There was even a landmark
the mind holds to station in a later
story, so that in the unknown
there's something known. The mind
muddying reality, as if reality
wasn't muddy enough. The mind
up to its old tricks: layering comfort
in the tall country so you never want
to leave. Your last leave taking,
maybe something like that.
The man is funny as hell
But is Nazism something to laugh about?
I've run into iit
Believe me it wasn't pleasent
Remeber the T.S. Eliot line "Oh you who turn to windward
Gentile or Jew
consider Phlebas who was tall and handsome as you"
Well I have considered Phlebas
and realize the story
is going to end
No one is without fault in Jewish theology
Even the mightiest of kings
I'm not without fault
Just sent $10 to the Simon Wiesenthal foundation
Hope it does some good
In times of changes one switches gears in
A man just crapped inside the urnil
In time a janitor proceeds to take his slop bucket out
We close our eyes from all hidden fears then drench our tears in fetal vomit
Were dessensitized to the very notion of the client
So we keep quiet for fear of speculation
The Jerk
We fart then make a mad dash to the casino
Years ago squads of cheerleaders used to notice me,
Now today I'll just be happy to take a pee
The Jerk
We clone ourselves in the same image of Woody Allen then fall face down
Crying like a ***** of a baby on the side walk
The Jerk
Lying on new mown grass
looking up at a starry sky,
the Eye of me cannot see
where the "I" will go when I die.
Believing in neither heaven or hell
within this mind I've had
but only in the Power of Love
that judges no good or bad,
yet brings light and coincidence,
mysteries that can't be explained
like where will I be, this dust of me
when I am no longer contained
within a body form passing
into another life phase.
With all the treasured memories
within me, it surely does amaze
to think its all to nothingness
as "I" become part of The One
and all these eons we all have lived
will be swallowed up in our sun.
It is eternity I seek as
this ego cries out for more
of Me and Mine and never, no never
to land on any distant shore,
but only to always stay here
forever and ever in this world
of beauty and magic and all its
mystery as it is unfurled.
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Inspired by the following quote from Woody Allen:
"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work;
I want to achieve immortality through not dying."
Mondays,
I sit in the parlor and write a few poems
Reflections of an outer and inner world in turmoil
It need not rhyme to describe the pain between the lines
Tuesdays,
The hand surfs the Internet to read and study other people's rhyme
To get a clear understanding of what I should or should not do
My best friend comes over and we spend the afternoon talking
Conversations about what is clear but unsaid in our lives
Wednesdays,
I take a drive to the beach and stroll upon her singing waters
Lying down on the sand and just look at the sky
Watching the tide of the air go swirling high
My parents and myself go off to the cinema and enjoy Woody allen
Thursdays,
Going horse-back riding in the Berkshires and fish near a stream
skipping a rock on the waters as a bittersweet John Denver song
is playing in my ear and mind
Fridays,
An afternoon at a local book cafe,reading a few works from
well-regarded local poets
Discussing Life and music with my therapist
Saturdays and Sunday,
I am off and sleeping
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