We drag this prompt out of the trunk every so often. We’ve asked for a line from your favorite poem, a lyric from a song… today, we ask you to take the title of a favorite movie or television program you enjoy and use that for the title of your poem. Then write the poem. We are not asking for a synopsis of the movie/show, but something to take us completely by surprise. Even if you don’t watch a lot of TV or go to many movies now, there must be something that has touched you on the level. Write it and as always, next Saturday Marie and I will honor two poems from our growing list of favorite poet/gardeners.
MARIE’S FAVORITE:
MOONSTRUCK
(To the tune of That’s Amore)
If you hit-a my eye
With a big-a pizza pie,
That’s a law suit.
Though the moon makes me swoon
Poke-a my eye out, you lune,
That’s a law suit.
‘scusa me, but you see,
If you mess with Marie
That’s a law suit!
(Just kiddin’!)
WALT’S FAVE:
DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES
A well pitched woo
and me and you across
ways from one another.
There is no other that draws
my attention like you
and, it’s true we used to
do this more often,
but friend this unexpected
tryst is just what the doctor ordered.
It borders on shmaltz,
but this is Walt’s time to shine.
“Would you like some more wine?”
It’s about time we’ve stopped
and smelled the roses.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
The Mask
It cannot be removed
with soap and water
or a gentle tug. Prying
doesn’t work either.
Having gone too far it has
become a part of you now,
grown rigid and conformed
to gentle contours and taken
your shape as its’ own. Thru the
hollow slits and beyond a gray
emptiness that stares back at me
I can still see the tears in your eyes.
By Michael Grove
Ohhh… sometimes it takes YEARS to let a mask fall away… many times, it never does.
—
———-SLIPPING IN A WISH TO ALL YOU MOMS
MAY
MOTHERS DAY
BE SUNNY BRIGHT
FAMILY
‘ROUND YOU
FOR THE DAY
CHILDREN
TO CHEERFULLY
GIVE YOU HUGS
AND
SOFTLY WHISPER
“I LOVE YOU.”
This closing is so dramatically perfect, Michael. So often the case that underneath all the grimness is such sadness. Well done!
the eyes – always the point beyond the mask – strong emotional response is evoked in this
Bravo, Michael!
Nice reminder, Mike, that we become who we are over time and after enough time it is difficult to change. Very well written.
So many of us wear masks Mike; you’ve captured the feeling very well here – the last lines, so telling
Wanted to tell both Walt and Marie how much I enjoyed your poems – Marie, you always surprise me the way you can go back and forth from serious to hilarious the way this one is and Walt, you’ve nailed another lovely bit of nostalgia in the present tense … nicely done …
Thanks Sharon! 😀 !
Marie Elena
Beautiful work, Mike.
I think like ‘hats’ we have different masks to go with different activities. It is best when one feels free to blend them into one.
Oh! Well done, Mike! Beautiful work, indeed! 🙂
Wow, thanks so much to each of you who have commented here. I really like that Jim Carey / Cameron Diaz flic and I think as poets we can do so much with masks.
Great poem, Mike. I particularly like the last line.
Marie, that is so cute! Walt, the quilt on my bed is entitled Days of Wine and Roses, so you hit a chord with me. I shall go away and think, but I’ve already written three poems today , so I may be some time.
Agreed and Hannah really enjoyed how you both spoke of yourselves in third person!!! Smiles to you both!
LOL And Pam thinks that was very perceptive of you to notice and comment on it, Hannah! :-))
OOOPS! Guess she should have kept reading before commenting too! :-))
Hannah’s glad that Pamela got a good laugh out of this as well!! Smiles!!
Thanks Viv!
And Hannah, Marie really got a kick out of your “third person” comment. It made her grin. 😉
Marie Elena
Nice!! Hannah was hoping Marie would like that!!! ;)!!
(A burst of) LOL!!! :)!!!
:)!!
Marie, that was the cutest, cleverest poem. I loved it.
Madison Bridges
(Inspired by the movie)
The movie stirred my heart
Of a love that had to part
Knowing of the fight
Only silences the night
The forbidden love
Unleashed the hidden dove
Enabling it to have flight
Within the quiet memories of plight
Knowing that it is right to part
Keeping it’s memories within the heart
Until their death
Frees their souls
Never more to part
Ellenelizabeth Cernek-Kashk
Lovely, Ellenelizabeth… especially “…Keeping it’s memories within the heart…”.
I see one I need to watch here, you’ve gathered its essence beautifully, Ellenelizabeth!
I loved the movie, and it was similar to what was happening in life to me>>>> Art is like Life? or is it Life is like Art? Personally I believe the Art of Life is to Create 😉
Beautiful thoughts here, Thank you for sharing them. 🙂
this poem reminding me of the sounds of silence and how much lives within
I missed this the 1st time throug
sheesh, I hate when that happens (the reply posts before I’m ready) – in any case – just wanted to say, loved your poem and this movie … glad to be reminded of it
great movie with kleenex in hand. Poem speaks volumes. Way to go Ellen Elizabeth. I do not remember seeing you before. Looking forward to reading more of your thoughts.
Iris
THE NEWS
The land of wheels of thunder and lightening
got caught up with reality
with something much more frightening
and so hard for me to see.
I open my eyes so unwillingly
on the 23rd of July
the killing was all over me
in that world I would deny..
What candle on the earth is enough to lit?
This is an interesting line, Andrea: “The land of wheels of thunder and lightening got caught up with reality…” though I am not familiar with the movie.
Oh! The news!!! (I reread the prompt). 🙂
Hen, last year on the 22th of July there was a catastrophe up in Norway that you might not have heard about. A lot of people were killed up there and we were shocked up here in Scandinavia.
Oh Andrea… No, I must tell you that I absolutely MUST limit myself to the news that I take in…. otherwise, my heart, body and soul starts to HURT deeply, which then brings me to profound sadness.
I’m 100% with you on this, Hen. VERY small doses, if any at all. 🙂
Oh, I am so glad to know that I am not alone in this! :)!!
Poignantly captured, Andrea.
Hannah and Hen, I guess that your attitude is what I describe here. On the 22nd of July I closed my tv because the tragedy was on all the channels – the horrible images from Oslo and Ütoya. But I’m kind of addicted to the news so on the 23rd of July I saw these news again only like a movie because how am I to understand what happened? Now, and for around a month, the trial has been broadcasted alive. I guess we are all amazed by the Norwegian prosecutor who so clearly conveys each victim’s story. We have watched the killer, a Christian fanatic, who in the name of God wanted to clean Norway from what he thinks are wrong believers. We also followed the relatives, the parents, and what else could we do than watch this? We did light the candles and we did put on the Norwegian flag on our Facebook pictures last summer.
In my case I wrote this poem about the news I simply must see.
Andrea – my heart goes out to you over this and hits home oddly as well. Last July when my husband and I were on the archaeological dig in southern Italy with approx 60 students, one third of them were from Norway … I sat with a young supervisor while that mad-man was doing his killing and this poor young guy was being texted by a friend from the island. It was one of the most horrific things I’ve ever witnessed and I was quite literally a bystander. The friend doing the texting is one of the kids who ended up jumping into that frigid water to try and escape and was never found. As awful as that event was, the thing that struck me most was how many of the Norwegian students kept saying, perfectly stunned, how they didn’t even have laws to address such atrocities really because nothing like this had ever happened there before. I couldn’t imagine such heartache … or such innocence. Thank you for your poem. I especially love the final line …
It’s true that we don’t have the legislation for this – but we do have for murder. And that’s what we use – 69 young people were lost on that island that day. 69!
And in Oslo 8 people lost their lives.
Sharon, your comments touch my heart. I know that the poem is not the best I have written but that was what I could do today to say: Hello world! Please be careful with your Christian words!
I know some news is impossible to miss because it is HUGE and like you say how can you not watch it. It is so very beautiful that you all lit candles and displayed flags, these kind of sentiments are such important symbols of love especially when we cannot physically do anything else about the mess.
I’m sorry, and not from me but from a deeper place outside of me, for all of these really tragic things that happen. It shouldn’t be this way. Thank you, for sharing your memory of this time that you’ve had impressed upon you, whether you wanted it to be or not.
I can only say for myself here that regular news that I can avoid, negative especially, I do but I understand how some news like the towers of 911 sort of news cannot be avoided.
Warm smiles to you, Andrea, I hope you had a nice day today. 🙂
Yes, Andrea, you coped with the situation really well… by writing a poem about it. It is a healthy way to live.
Through writing, dancing, and singing (mostly alone), I move through my
life’s ups and downs. 🙂
after reading the replies, I searched for news story – one photo bringing the day back when we sat stunned and so sad for that faraway land – poem affords us a chace to be touched again by this sorrow
Thank you so much.
Andrea, this poem is so well written that, without knowing the event I still felt the horror!
And also thank you so much.. Please see my comments above – and I forgot to add that Denmark and Norway are strongly connected (we also lost a Danish citizen up there that day).
This piece goes so deep. Thought provoking for sure.
Thank you so much!
As a lover of Christ, it saddens me to my core to hear of such violent acts against innocent people, committed by “christians.” This does not represent Jesus, His teachings, nor His example. All it does is soil His name, and break my heart.
Your words are beautiful, Andrea. Bless your heart.
Marie Elena
My heart is out to you as well, Andrea, and your whole country. What an horrific act. As Marie said, (I call them) “psuedo-Christians” believe in everything from “just war” to carnage simply because one does not believe in their particular, narrow brand of religion. Jesus didn’t just say “love God and love your neighbor (meaning everyone on earth) as yourself,” Jesus also said, “PRAY for your enemies.” If you must perceive someone as your enemy, how is that loving them in the first place? But I digress… Love, AMy
Amen, Ames. And how do we love ourselves? We care for ourselves. ’nuff said.
Marie Elena
Yes, Christ was NOT in that demonstration of injustice. I am sure that the devil laughed to see just misplacement of blame. I am so sorry, so sorry for so much un-necessary lose of life and innocence.
Amy, Marie and Marjory, your voices state so well, the Truth. ❤
Yes…
The Church of Norway dealt with this issue in honoring the victims. So did the Church of Sweden and the Church of Denmark. We’re protestants.
The fanatic killing scenario is as old as time. I wrote a poem http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/warum/ some years ago wondering why do/did different groups of people – christians, jews, muslims and others kill in the name of their God – a God who said Thou Shalt Not Kill.
Stunning poem which must have clawed at your guts to write. I try to take the news in small doses as well. So little of it is optimistic or inspiring anymore.
You’re Sara, right? I hope Marie Elean will interview you soon because I so easily get mixed up in names and I really would like to know your name. And thank you so much and yes, I just wrote this poem so quickly and just pressed the button and hoped for the best. So I know I probably could have done better but as you say, it was hard to write – we kind of don’t know what to say and in my case, I’m also so scared to say something inappropriate. Thank you so much for your words and yes.
I am Sara McNulty (purplepeninportland), and thank you. Poet Bloomings did interview me if you look in the interview archives.
Meg! I laughed out loud, Thank you! Walt, yours was so sweet… !
Thanks Hen! 😀
meg
😀 !
ONWARD THE NOSEYBUM
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Their heads are green,
and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a sieve.
Laying eggs inside a paper bag,
the reason you will no doubt see,
to keep the lightning out, all mimsy
were the borogoves.
A few of my favourites wrapped in this centos poem, borrowing lines from other poems to create a new one. These lines were borrowed from Morgenstern’s Das Nasobēm, Christopher Isherwood from his Poems Past and Present, Edward Lear’s, The Jumblies, Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.
:)! Love this M! And, I love that you used a Centos poem!
I love centos also. So much fun to stitch them together, particularly nonsensical poems. 😀
!!! :)! :)!!!
I so enjoy the image you place in my mind of the eggs being laid inside a paper bag. The eggs I see are a sea-foam green with tan speckles that match the very creased paper of the bag. Very pretty!
Very pretty, indeed! 🙂
Thank you, Misky! 🙂
Oh, thanks – fun read and I will have top investigate trying on.
a great cento – and oh-so-fun; well done!
~OFF THE MAP~
Often this slipping to the edges,
releasing deep steam of earth
requires letting lines dissolve;
disappearing into an ocean,
offering one’s body to the expanse
Empty/full place of nothing-ness.
Latitudinal, longitudinal boundaries
break free from their invisible seams,
one would forget their reflection
If it weren’t for the still point;
pooled dark water unbroken,
just waiting for a tepid touch
confirming one’s desire to care.
A simple soulful finger dipped,
a distinct dispersal of water,
this unique creative expression,
of concentric circles swelling;
realizing themselves only when
they embrace the shifting sphere
singularly set to motion
by someone who’s likeness lingers long
lengths of reality reaching
not much different than one’s own.
Every wrinkle reveals a choice
each decision deeply felt by the whole.
One can choose to lend a tender meeting,
concentrically reverberating richly,
emotively across this single surface;
each a person, every ripple a choice.
If every common axis cohered,
if each middle point persevered,
Love could be so very far-reaching.
© H.G. @ P.B. 5/6/12
“Off The Map” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332285/
This one is great if anyone’s looking for a good movie. I watched it years ago, it’s one that has stuck with me on may levels.
Ohh YES, Sharon!!! And, that movie is so great that I bought the DVD (which is something that I rarely do)!
HANNAH!!! I was reading from the bottom up and I can’t even explain WHY I thought I saw Sharon’s name here! Please forgive me!! Hen
No forgiveness needed, Hen!! I understand, that happens to me too sometimes! I think it is SO cool that this is a movie that deeply impressed upon you also! I was just thinking about how I NEED to watch this again. I’ll be over this afternoon for a “Sunday Movie,” if you make popcorn I’ll bring the sweet tea!! Thank you for your friendly words this morning! Smiles to you!
:)! :)! Popcorn’s poppin’ — I am going to watch both Off the Map and the Labyrinth on this lovely Sunday!! Have a wonderful day, Hannah! :D!
SUCH a good plan!!! I’ll vicariously do the same ! 😉
Wonderful, I will try not to munch too loudly! :D!
Ha ha!! Munch away!!! 😉 Great day to you!
We enjoyed the movies and the popcorn, Hannah!!! 🙂 🙂
Okay… Hannah didn’t say whether she enjoyed my company at our Sunday movie…. Hmmm, maybe I talked too much… LOL!!! :)! :)! You were there, Hannah!
Was an odd bit of serendipity for me that you got my name mixed up Hen … just that my husband’s a survey-engineer and maps and GPS etc have always been a huge part of his life ergo, mine also so it was just a funny slip … lovely poem Hannah and now I’ll have to hunt down the movie …
Oh, the mysterious world… I rarely try to “figure it all out” any more… I just “flow” with it… Sharon, I do believe that you will Love this movie! Hen
Oh, isn’t that neat! Sometimes I feel like we really know more than we really know, you know? 🙂
I’m so glad you like the poem, Sharon!
Smiles!
I agree, I KNOW we know more than we know… and we are not crazy…. we are just IN THE KNOW!!! :)!!!!!
enjoyed so the connectivness and constancy of movement through and through – like off the map is surely the place to be – (don’t know this movie. Will have to find it)
I’m SO glad you enjoyed this, Jane!! Thank you and you will like this movie, I think! Warm smiles!
As will I. Never heard of this movie.
So much packed in this one, Hannah. Wonderful!
“just waiting for a tepid touch confirming one’s desire to care” was one of my favs.
I’m so pleased you enjoyed this and that line in particular, Kelly! Thank you!
I can always count on you to stir emotions.
Thank you, Michael, so kind!
So this line “by someone who’s likeness lingers long,” “who’s,” should be “whose.” Oh, well…soemting alayws semes ot silp. ;)!!
Hee, hee…
🙂
As I said in regard to last week’s prompt, I’m voting for Hannah. In fact, I am ALWAYS voting for Hannah. What a gem you are.
Oh, gee whiz my heart is just filled by this kind of sentiment, Daniel!!! I’m so grateful for your kind words! Thank you SO much!! Smiles to you!
Totally unfamiliar with the movie, but your poem, Hannah — beautifully done! And that last line ties in ever-so-perfectly with the title. From start to finish — lovely!
So pleased that you like this, Pamela! I really am so glad that you mention the last line and title tying together, I love to cyclically bring it all together in the end. Thank you, my friend!
Happy Sunday poetical peeps! I’ll be back, crafting took l o n g e r than I expected this morning and left me with little time! BIG smiles!
So glad to see all the writing here this morning!
Good morning, Sunflower Hannah! :)!
Good morning, Hen!
😀 !!
(Japanese Lantern form – I LOVE this form, especially it’s title!)
Jim Henson’s
THE LABYRINTH
The
long and
winding road
that leads to your
door.
(With a thank you to The Beatles).
THIS is one of my favorite movies, too, Hen!!
:)!!! Sweetness…
sigh 🙂
!! 🙂 !!
Blending the Lantern, Jim Henson and the Beatles… wow
Hee, hee, yes, quirky combo— soo much fun creating it! 😀
Oh, thank you Hen. “The long and winding road” was what saved me again and again on the Camino down in Spain where I had to walk hundreds of kilometers. It came to my mind and I always imagined a door.
I LOVE that yo did this, Andrea!! I just watched the movie, “The Way,” on netflix the other day. It was good, I thought of your mention of this and imagined you in the places along the way. I’d love to do that someday. Just walk. No pressing plans or set schedule, just walking and contemplating. So many people to meet or the choice to walk alone. Have you written about this yet, Andrea?
:).
I haven’t seen the movie, “The Way” yet. Only I have heard that the theme is about a father and his son. Most Camino books are about a father and a son or an older man mentoring a younger man. What was so incredible funny for me walking the Camino – was that we were so many women on the trails and roads. Sometimes you should be lucky to meet a man anywhere. Well, I was unlucky to be lost from my Danish friend who had the maps and wanted to go there – but I was so lucky to meet some great people, “my pilgrim family,” who are both men and women and they are from Australia, New Zealand, 5 countries in Europe and from Canada. We also met pilgrims from all around the Christian world and also from the U.S. One we called “the anorexia pilgrim,” one we called: “She, who you must be obeyed.” and “The Texas pilgrim.” – very interesting people, only they walked their own Caminos.
My Camino family stuck together so we were sure to get beds on the destinations and also we shared the same humor which means I guess I never laughed so much in my entire life.
I’ve written around 70,000 words about it and my dream is to have our story published some day – only it needs some more polishing. I’d be honored if I can send you our Camino book one day.
I would relish in each of the 70,000 words, Andrea!! Your story sounds like such a great time. I’m so inspired by your reply and I look forward to this book BIG-time!! Thank you, Andrea!
Hannah, please, I beg you on my pilgrim knees – go to Flashy Fiction and read the story I put under yesterday’s prompt (the one with the shoes). That’s an excerpt of my 70,000 words notes – and please, say something.
Don’t worry it’s short.
Sorry, I forgot to say: There I give you a flash of a day on the Camino – and of course I’d love any comments. You see I never published this anywhere. They are my fist writings in English.
Especially considering this piece I love whatever response that I can get – because should I go for it? Who cares to read a Camino book by a woman in English by a Dane?
It would be incredible to take that walk some day, Andrea; I am glad that my little lantern lit a memory for you. :)!
Hen, I hope you’ll get the chance and please remember to write to me before you leave. I know all there is to know about blisters and remedies (and I do not recommend the Danish or the American – I recommend the Dutch which is also the Australian). So many men walk far to fast, get blisters, get infection and don’t succeed. Women are more open to other remedies and they don’t walk so fast which make them complete. Only if you really want to walk 25 to 30 kilometers per day for a month, please call me. Or at least promise to get some soft gaze!
Oh, thank you, Andrea! I will definitely keep in touch! My sister-in-law is from Spain. 🙂
“Dark Victory” (an old Bette Davis movie)
Bending in her garden, shading her eyes,
Her tulips knew her; it was no surprise…
“Why so dark , my friends, clouds dimming my view?
Maybe rain is coming…my skin feels cold, too.”
Her roses knew the clouds had covered her sun
They knew it as warmth for her soul’s welcome.
Time to drop garden gloves and climb the stair
Accept the darkness. Her flowers aware;
The marigolds had taught their ‘turning in’
soon followed by glorious beginnings.
Oh, Jacqueline! I love this idea:
“Bending in her garden, shading her eyes,
Her tulips knew her;”
I really enjoy the idea of the tulips knowing her…so unique and true I think. Plants can feel energy and who’s to say that they don’t have an innate way of sensing one sort of energy from another, discerning each individually. Really made me ponder, thank you!
Oh, I have often wondered if my plants are also enjoying my music… :).
My poem describes the last scene in the movie. It is interesting that in a movie where the theme is ‘death and how to die, courageously’ _ the last scene places her in a gardening scene. Thanks for the response…
I believe that they do Hen, – keep the music
Definitely… MMt, thank you :D!
Oh yes! Nicely done! Loving the wisdom of the flowers in this piece! They DO know her, and like music, and… I’m certain that we don’t give them near enough credit. (And the same could be said for animals too.) Just because we don’t speak and/or understand their language — doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. 🙂
Yes… definitely the animals… my many pets and I have always had a special communicative bond… I “feel” like my plants and flowers do also… but you have to be careful who you share these ideas with… LOL!!! :)!!!
love the sense of knowing and being known this offers
Your poem gave me chills. There is so much depth in these words!
Thank you, Linda for your response. The last scene in the moving WAS chilling…
Moving!
Thank you, Kelly.
Such a great take on this old movie title – beautifully written too …
Thank you for your response. This is a great old movie; one of Bette Davis’ best…
Thank you, thank you, thank you! A wonderful for one of my favorite movies, and as I understand it, Bette’s favorite.
Field of Dreams
Beyond dawn of morn
Before fade of all our years
There our field of dreams
Lovely, J!!! I have missed you!
missed coming – still, been so busy with PAD and my hours of photography each day – hope to be here for a while now -thank you
Wonderful! 🙂
(I am thinking of taking up the hobby of Photography – I Love photographing flowers)!
I love Field of Dreams. Much can be said in just a few words,,,
and so much said in that movie – no way to do justice except when thinking about the whole of life to me – thanks
You built it and we came … and so were rewarded … nicely done.
Good – I see VERY FEW MOVIES – but have see this one.
It had a heart felt message.
Yes, Jane, I second that, I’ve missed you, too! So nice to see you here in the garden today. Your beautiful brevity is such a breath of freshness. Thank you!
Yes, Jane, you also leave a beautiful impression on me. Thank you for that.
Short, sweet, simple and… says it all. Lovely, Jane! 🙂
Fly Away Home
These fleeting days on earth go round and round
And weeks fly by like speedsters down the track
And even months pass in ways that astound
And years shoot forth and never will come back
And like contestants on cheesy game shows
We race the clock trying to get things done
And what we win nobody even knows
So some suggest we’re in it for the fun
A voice of love and reason softly calls
And says the way has already been made
From dawn of time He understood the falls
And by His Son the price has all been paid
Like honeybees so headed for their comb
May we be ready to fly away home.
my comment to yours posted below the next poem – sorry
A beautiful message well conveyed Connie. I always try to remember that no one on their deathbed has ever though, “I just wish I had done more housework!”
Ha ha ha — you’d never know it, to look at my place — I used to clean before the cleaning lady came to my home — now, I just save the money and do it all myself — 😀
So true, Connie. Loved the entire message. and yes, so often we are like contestants on cheesy game shows.
A lovely Sonnet here Connie!
If only we could remember these lessons early on – well said Connie and in such fine form …
Oh, Connie, one of my all time favorite movies and your last two lines are so perfect!! Love it!
Yes… fly away Home to Sweetness… I love this!
ditto ;0
Thanks, all!
Mr. Holland’s Opus
Can you hear what they are saying, even though they do not speak?
Do you really pay attention, and not just to critique?
The posture and the attitude exudes messages quite clear.
Are you focusing on them enough, so you can really hear?
They do not make it easy, revealing what is within.
You must be a detective; the line you walk is thin.
Explore with much intention, be sincere upon your quest.
If you are indifferent, you’ll not get to their best.
Spend time learning their rhythm, the hidden melody.
The gift of listening to them will be your legacy!
© KED 2012
so focused on listening – attention is what shines through this and the movie it seems
Wonderful and true! I love it!
I really like what you have done with this theme.
Wonderfully expressed Kelly – a great homage to a cool movie …
Thanks, all. I love the movie and saw it for the first time while pregnant with my first child. It stirred so much in me. Though my words speak to Mr. Holland, it is a mindful lesson to me!
And a good reminder to us all! So easy to get caught up in that “critique” mode. Sometimes we’re not really hearing what’s trying to be said at all. Then again, some are better listeners than others. :-]
Such wisdom, so much to be learned from your words here, Kelly. I love your comment above, so precious, our tender revelations of life. Thank you so much for sharing with us!
YES!!! Beautiful, Kelly, and it was a great movie!
I love your use of the prompt and this movie.
So will presented, The gift of listening – so important.
Wow, Kelly, I like what you did with this.
enjoy the way the serious is contrast with absurdity – what we see or don’t see – even making me smile – rhyme work will with this
THE STING
Oh beauty bright in soft dawn light,
The early sparrows sing.
The flower’s glories tell garden stories
To every living thing.
No human word was ever heard
To rival birds at wing.
No deed or thought was ever wrought
Quicker than nature’s sting..
I enjoyed this, Linda.
Well, I love this Linda. I love the simplicity of truth and I love that you prepared it in a way so It goes right in!
I love how you’ve done so much so succinctly … very nice
Yes, Linda, I agree with Andrea’s comment on this, your poem is a “sting,” in itself…right to the core of understanding. Beautiful!
Loved: “…The flower’s glories tell garden stories…” !
enjoy the sense of surprise achieved – the softness in contrast to the suddeness of sting – good work
Beautifully expressed
To Kill a Mocking Bird
She taunts me,
her pecking call
digging into my soul,
Hitchcock style.
Cage the rage
of my bully,
and set free
the sweet melodic,
independent tone
of my lifted wings.
Oh, this should be the official poem of the “It get’s better” campaign. I love the uplifting shift from hurt and anger to self-actualization!
I did submit this poem to the National Bully Prevention Center’s website. It is now posted there along with a “Cage the Rage” graphic that I designed to go with it. 🙂
http://www.pacer.org/bullying/stories/?offset=0
Oh, I love the victory in this!
Patricia – I so agree with Linda … a combination of “why the caged bird sings” “to kill a mocking bird” and “let freedom ring”- let it be an anthem …
I’m agreeing with these ladies for sure!! So victorious! Great writing, Patricia!
Yes… very empowering…!
“cage the rage of my bully” – what a line! Powerful poem, Patricia.
the taunting calls through this verse – that calling to the independance of harmony – all the contrast joined so well
Lonesome Dove
You awaken me with the sound of your sorrow
Your soft keening – coo! Coo! Coo!
Over and over again
A pain with no remedy
You mourn your lost homes
Lost mates, lost children
When I open the window
The house fills with your misery
And I begin t remember
All that has been lost from my life
Places never to be seen again
Love ones lost – Where are they now?
Tell me, tell me
I would journey to your wild western prairie
If I knew I would find them there
But all I can do is join you in your song of mourning
That soft, sad note
Lonely, lonesome
You, Dove and me.
A beautiful poem Marian – you picked a great movie title to sit atop this tale of loss …
Soo very beautiful…
The whole saga comes back to my sensation as I read this – the longing call of what the heart wants and wants – dove-like coo. A movie series we own and watch.
Miracles
(A Pantoum)
Miracles happen every day.
Look around and you will see.
There is love and there’s a way.
Find forgiveness. Be set free.
Look around and you will see
a wondrous way to live.
Find forgiveness. Be set free.
Open up and give.
A wondrous way to live
with your light shining brightly.
Open up and give.
What’s in your heart please hold on tightly.
With your light shining brightly
there is love and there’s a way.
What’s in your heart please hold on tightly.
Miracles happen every day.
By Michael Grove
This is just wonderful and yes.
ditto Andrea’s comment and sentiment Mike …
I believe in miracles I’ve seen a soul set free…
I do better with songs than movies.
Thank you for your words.
Me too!
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Oh, Marie — loved your title choice, and your poem, but… you’ll be hearing from my lawyer! LOL Walt — beautiful piece!
Here’s mine offering: Combining your prompt, and my disappointment over last night’s “Super Moon” viewing, here in CT:
Paper Moon
No point in falling into the depths of Depression
(though I feel like an orphaned child)
I missed her (again) last night
Conned by her paper promises,
her cardboard and canvas cohorts,
I waited patiently for her appearance,
but I never caught a glimpse
Her cloudy traveling companions kept us apart
Still, I feel in my heart, she was real
all the same
Pamela!! Gorgeous through and through! Love your ending.
Thanks, Hannah! Tricky trying to tie reality & the movie & the song all together in a neat ribbon. Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Oh, those darn cloudy traveling companions… !
Isn’t that the truth, Hen! 😐
We missed it, too…you told it so well!
Yep, it was disappointing alright. 😐 Thanks, kelly! :-]
I keep meaning to come back and re-comment here because after the first comment, I’ve seen that huge moon rise every night from my window … it is starting to wane now but it is still magnificent to see it so close it looks like I could just reach out and pluck it from the sky …
Oh this is lovely … my feelings exactly; I woke in the middle of the night but Luna was too near setting by then to get a fix … you’ve summed up the feelings perfectly
Honestly? You too? Hmmph! Sorry for ALL of us who suffered with those darn cloud companions. :-)) (We had them here last year too!) Guess we’ll have to hold out hope for next year…?
GOODNESS! Such amazing work already, and it isn’t even sundown yet! 😀
Y’all ROCK!
Marie Elena
Ditto! (And then some!)
Thunderbirds
The storm rages out at sea,
lightening dances across the water
and then heavens play a drum roll
to put a massed pipe band to shame.
Small furry mammals
seek shelter,
cats and dogs hide under beds,
the lesser of our wing ‘ed friends
take refuge in the trees
and the flamingoes,
who all day alternate from one leg
to the other,
telescopically slide folded to the ground,
heads tucked in to the wings,
as the storm reaches the shore…
…the blue forks careen across the sands
the drum roll is like a battle
Kruper vs. Rich.
The trees shake,
the winds howl and chill the bones,
the calm of a Mediterranean evening destroyed.
The boats in the marina rock viciously
as the crash and clamour rages on…
…and on
and out in the reserve
the flamingoes sense the coming danger
as one they lift
as if by hydraulics
to two feet and then en masse take to the air
seeking safety on some inland water
far from the madding tempest
far from the howling gale
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
…Thunderbirds are Go!
Iain
This was highly emotional — I take with me the flamingoes’ story…
Thank you, Iain.
Thank you kindly 🙂
Somehow missed this – wow – Thunderbirds ARE a Go! Nicely done Iain!
Very visual, Iain! Enjoyed all the scurrying and storm dance before the final lift off. The whole process had me smiling. 🙂 (Like that!)
One of my many favorites of yours, Iain.
Amadeus
“One must not make oneself cheap here — that is a cardinal point — or else one is done. Whoever is most impertinent has the best chance.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
…’though I am cheeky,
impudent and insolent,
I am also this:
a genius, a prodigy.
Theater machen. I am.
###
I remember this movie well and you’ve captured this Mozart’s spirit and attitude perfectly …
Out of Africa and The Way We Were
For reasons obvious these movies bring me back to a place
Romantic and I don’t mean because I want to go on safari
With you but I know, and you do too, that we are so much
The girl with the cause and the man who loved her
Romantic, and I don’t mean because I want to go on safari
But just your glance still has the power to stop my heart
Me, the girl with the cause and you, the man who loves her
Reminds me often the way we were is nothing to the way we are
Cause just your glance still has the power to stop my heart
With you, I know and you do too, that we are so much more
Reminds me often the way we were is nothing to the way we are
For reasons obvious these movies bring me back to a place romantic
S.E.Ingraham©
… yes… we were…
Oh Sharon, this is so lovely. I’m wearing a tearful smile.
thanks guys – makes me smile and the music from both just soars …
In my mind “The Way We Were” was a movie that my sister and me simply had to go and watch in Copenhagen – Robert Redford and Barbara Streisand. And did we cry? We ruined the entertainment for the entire audience.
Out of Africa, yes, only did you see Babette’s Feast?
I Loved Babette’s Feast!!!
No – I didn’t – is it also about Africa? I have to tell you, part of the draw for me is always Redford … ah, even as he ages, he still turns my crank
I love this one Sharon.
All About Eve
“Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” ~Margo Channing
Darling, you haven’t got the knack
for screwing me, so just turn back.
Next time, I won’t be so polite.
It’s gonna be a bumpy night.
I’m older, wiser, Ingénue!
You’re nothing but a parvenu.
I’d watch my back. There’s no white knight.
to get you through this bumpy night.
And talent? You just think that you’re
all that, and I’m a dinosaur?
You’re wrong. A flash soon loses light.
It’s gonna be a bumpy night.
But you will see. They’ll turn on you.
Remember, it’s the peer review
that counts. No seatbelts on this flight.
Good luck! Here’s to a bumpy night.
###
Bravo!
I second Sara’s Bravo! I love this golden oldie!
Whoa! You captured that one — for sure! 🙂
My choice is so old that few people may remember it. The story concerned two very ordinary people who met on a station platform at intervals and fell in love. She had a dull but very worthy husband to whom she returned; he had a position in Africa to which he, also, returned. It was one of the most moving, heart-rending films I’ve ever seen. I particularly remember the scene in which the wife was sitting across from her husband, and they were either side of the fire. I think he was asleep in his chair. And her look spoke volumes.
BRIEF ENCOUNTER
Life is full of brief encounters
Ships that pass in the dead of night,
A hand that’s brushed in a careless moment,
A smile that’s brief and very slight.
Life is full of lightning flashes,
Blazing, then replaced by black,
Glimpses in a shining window,
Gone when we would wish them back.
Conversations on a platform,
Ended when the train arrives,
Glances caught mid-conversation
Revealing depths in others’ lives.
We are ruled by brief encounters,
Some of which we follow-through.
Did we always back a winner?
Did we simply just make-do?
In those moments of nostalgia,
Thinking of the ‘might have been’,
Do we dream of brief encounters
And do they still live, evergreen?
*
The final line truly sums it up. “Brief Encounter” is a gem of an old British movie: Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson, directed by the young David Lean. Heartbreaking and realistic, plus an excellent “slice of life” of the street of London at the time. Brava on your lovely use of the title for your poem! amy
Oh, those magical brief encounters… they can stay with you Forever…
BEAUTIFUL Capture!!!
An all time favorite. “Brief Encounter”. Yours an excellent take on the film. Each scene in this movie could produce a poem.
Beautiful portrait poem of a wonderful movie, which made me see again, the scene you describe at the fireplace. If we never had twinges or doubts, we would not be human.
Beautifully penned poem about an absolute gem of an old flick …
So well donw and real to life – past and present – and I expect the future too
I hadn’t realised comments were on the same page! Silly me! I didn’t think anyone had read me! Anyway, belated thanks for your kind remarks.
I have ordered the movie; thank you!
A lovely choice, and a beautiful poem. Anyone who has ever seen this film could not fail to remember it for ever.
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DANCING WITH THE STARS
the sun’s last rays
grind into the horizon;
emerging dots wink,
a contrasting print against
the clear cobalt sky,
a chance alignment
as night’s sounds vibrate,
becoming the melody
on which we hook our hearts
2012-05-06
P. Wanken
lovely and a wonderful capture of the show title.
Perfect combination of prompts in a seamless poem.
Dacning with your stars sounds wonderful.
I agree, MMt!
ATTN all WordPress users whose email boxes are being inundated with stupid reprints of comments. Remember, your followers are suffering the same problem, and I received about 40 emails from this site alone.
See that “Notify me of follow-up comments via email” box below the comment window? See that it’s been checked FOR YOU? Here’s the fix. Hope all take heed, lest we lose our commenters! Love all the work, will poem later, but here is the link for my fix!! LOVE YOU ALL. Amy
Thank you, Amy!!! I was wondering what in the world I did to get all of these follow comments flooding my tidy inbox! 😉
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I couldn’t imagine how I suddenly became so popular as I received notification of hundreds of emails (each one by one) in a single day!
If you don’t want inundated with emails, you also need to “uncheck” the notify me boxes in your comment posts as well as in the settings on your dashboard.
Done. Thanks much, Amy!
meg
Thank, Amy. I was having the same problem.
The Good Wife
Model mother, perfect wife
combined brains and beauty,
in a good life, lived in a handsome
house encircled by green growth
of success.
Model mother, perfect wife
watched her husband’s ladder
rise, and children move
to pre-teen chatter. One day
she listened to the sounds
of an empty house.
Model mother, perfect wife
began to feel her life slipping
by, as she recalled the career
she had come so near achieving.
A therapist, hah! She’d become
the patient.
Model mother, perfect wife
took a lover to fill the hours.
Caught by her son, ashamed,
she hated herself for what
she had done. Family crisis,
parents split, tears shed.
Model mother, perfect wife
changed her life, sought
what she thought her lost
career, swallowed her fear,
and got her degree. Now sharing
custody, neither parent dared
to speak of forgiveness. But she
was happier without the title,
model mother, perfect wife.
Ah … this resonates on too many levels … very well done and goes beautifully with this TV title!
Love that last sentence!!!
Thanks, Hen.
Thank you Sharon.
Agreed. I love poems that tell a story. This is a sad story but one that is more common in America today than most of us would want to believe.
It’s a great poem and hopefully it’s only true for some very few people. Your fourth stanza really nails the message.
Thanks, Andrea.
Model wife, perfect wife –
I do not think there is one any more than there is a
model husband, perfect husband-
In fact any model, perfect anyone on earth!
I like the first few shows – then gave it up.
Too soap-opera.
Unfortunately, in striving for such Outrageous, a soul can be shattered… and putting the pieces back together can become a lifelong endeavor, (but, well worth the peace and serenity…) in my humble opinion.
“Outrageousness”
Unhappily, getting more so.
Sara, Nicely done.
Thanks, Connie!
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Wild in the Streets
Those crazy Wisconsinites
From Madison to Green Bay
They’re getting ready
The signs are up; protests continue
Bikers now pump their tires full
Those who walk are re-Scholling their shoes
Unions are getting out the vote
Churches are getting out the vote
Raging Grannies are getting out the vote
College students are getting out the vote
The handicapped are all accessible:
Teachers, farmers, union rank and file
Families on public assistance
People whose jobs were cut to give fat cats tax breaks
Women in general
(Hell, he doesn’t discriminate, he hates ALL of us)
We’re jumping in the pool
We’re jamming the polling places
We’re ready to make our stand
We’re gonna tell the Koch Brothers that
WISCONSIN IS NOT FOR SALE.
And when we’re done, we’ll meet
on State Street for some local brew
Scott Walker, start packing now
Save us the embarrassment of evicting you
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Sunday Scribblings (‘wild’) and for Poetic Bloomings, asking for poems based on a movie title.
MOVIE REFERENCE: “Wild in the Streets” is a cult classic about a pop star who eventually gets into politics. Once he’s president, he mandates things like putting people in nursing homes on LSD. The movie’s a true a true stinker, but Gov. Scott Walker is about to be indicted on federal charges, so who really stinketh the most?
People don’t realize the divisive pain that we feel in WI. 100% in agreement with you, Amy. I lost more than $. I feel violated and devalued as a human. I marched in Madison, collected recall signatures, and I WILL be joining you to vote and take back our state!
this is not so much a political statement as it is a humanist one – with a little cheese on top…my godson and goddaughter have risked their necks and freedom for this cause, and I love them all the more for it…keep on writin’, my sharp little mind
Whoa – ho – perfect pick for this true-to-life situation – what is that saying? You can’t make this stuff up? Pretty much, huh? Every time I think they’ve reached the lowest of the low, the out-bottom themselves. As Lily Tomlin likes to say, “No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” Some days that’s just too damned true.
“Sandlot”
“Baseball stories resemble wartime tales.
Some are told as they actually happened.
Others are told as we think they did.
Regardless of the specifics, all of them are true.”
— Dan Ewald
It used to be
that 7 year-olds
could slip out of the house,
just after dawn
leaving behind tells
(milk spilled on the table)
(dirty bowl in the sink)
for still sleeping parents,
who would know
(baseball bat missing)
(glove too)
that their son
was doing nothing
other than spending
a glorious summer day
as it was meant to be spent —
shirtless
under the sun
on a makeshift ball field
with all of the time
in the world.
“You’re killing me, Smalls!” One of my absolute favorite baseball movies. I can relate, Chev!
Thanks Walt. I was reading a excerpt from a book about Sparky Anderson this a.m. and it all just flowed.
Any baseball fan can appreciate this bit of brilliance … very cool
I wish that we lived is such a way that more little boys go do just so.
I’m love the memory of neighborhood baseball were all the kids (gals too) gathered to play workup. Thanks for the memory. 🙂
thanks so much…this is my life…well, my young life, that is…I tell you, I don’t live in the past, but those baseball memories are seductive…and I got to play sometimes with Warren Spahn and lew Burdette and Eddie Mathews…but that’s my story, not yours…great poem to evoke those kind of thoughts
Do you have that story written anywhere? I’d love to read it.
Once upon a time, such existed, before the hard drive crash and lessons learned about backing things up…oh well, maybe someday, over coffee or wine, in Florida or California, or somewhere in-between, we can sit and talk about it or about other fond memories.
Oh yes! Brings me right back to my childhood — when we had “all the time in the world”. Lovely piece, J!
GREAT!!! I spent Saturday afternoon at the Detroit Tigers game with Jana and both my kids. If I may use this space to confess my addiction, it is BASEBALL.
I’m jealous. I haven’t been to a Tigers game in years.
Jerry, love this one! So much in a few words.
Having a ball game on tv, even if I can’t sit and watch the entire game, is very soothing and grounding to my soul and spirit! Brings back memories of childhood: ballgame on tv–Dad in his chair, Mom in the kitchen; my older brother chewing those sticks of gum that came wrapped with his piles of baseball cards, as he sat meticulously recording statistics, keeping one eye on the game; a softball game in our backyard with the neighborhood kids– little trees for bases… be careful! third base was an inground sprinkler…laughing when we WON! Oh, thank you for the memory!!! Hen
Batman (or Robin’s Lament)
I didn’t want to be
a sidekick on this show.
I can’t imagine who
would take this role unless
their agent told them to.
I didn’t want to be
remembered for the way
I looked in yellow tights
with cartoon words like “zonk!”
appearing during fights.
I didn’t want to be
stuck riding shotgun with
a guy dressed like a bat,
smacking my gloved fist to
say “Holy this-or-that!”
I didn’t want to be
Boy Wonder, I thought I’d
play Hamlet. But now when
this TV gig is up,
I’ll never act again…
Oh Andrew – I’ve often thought there should be someone writing Batman’s side of things … you did so magnificently … and just as I suspected, he doesn’t like playing second fiddle, who could blame him?
Holy second string, Batman! Not only is it a bird’s-eye view of Robin — but from the perspective of the actor playing his part. 😐 Nicely done, Andrew! 🙂
Andrew lol
Ha, ha… what little boy did not want to be saving the world in his cape?!!!
Sadly….. Robin!
Thanks, all! For the record, I always loved the TV Batman – much more than the more recent movies. And Robin had some great lines!
“Persuasion”
Sometimes
I feel as though my opinions
Are blank slates marred only
By neon letters proclaiming,
“This space for rent,” and
It takes only even the poorest
Of sales pitches to convince me,
Until my mind has some space
To breathe.
Other times
I cannot be persuaded even when
I already know I’m wrong, but
Some ridiculous positions
Have been so adamantly defended
And are so dear that I feel as though
I’ve made a home in them,
And I have no wish to be
Evicted.
I’m unfamiliar with “Persuasion” — but I like what you’ve done with this poem! 🙂 Especially like:
‘my opinions
Are blank slates marred only
By neon letters proclaiming,
“This space for rent,”’
Yup! I know that feeling well. :-]
Thanks, Pamela!
this verse persuadaes me of the center of the poet knowing what is home – lovely offering
Thank you!
Valentine’s Day
Hoping we’ll be old coots,
walking hand in hand,
less so from affection than
to help each other stand.
Hoping we grow old together,
sharing aches and ague,
passing gas without apology,
couldn’t hear that, could you?
Hoping we’re the ancients we love now,
some sagging, gravity the king,
my hair white, yours still red,
some vanity still reigning.
Hoping we’re the elders,
wise and otherwise.
Time remaining all that matters,
all arguments small-sized.
If that future’s not ours,
these days must fit our plans.
Let’s use them up completely,
in every way we can.
Let’s eat unwisely, sometimes
and drink more than is fair.
We’re not rich but we can act so,
at least one day each year.
Today’s that day, for certain.
Which other would we choose?
You’ll always be my Valentine.
You’ll always be my muse.
Good one, Daniel.
Love this – the best of VALENTINES.
Awwww… sweet! This one’s made for being read out loud. 🙂
maybe on Buddah’s phone line, if it is still operating
“…old coots, walking hand in hand….. to help each other stand…” So very basic, and yet, that is what you will find really matters when all is said and done… Sweetness, Daniel! 🙂
GONE… (a HexSonnetta)
Sea waves loudly crashing
on sand beaches I comb
while wondering alone,
watching, mindlessly floating
with white seagulls dancing
to the ocean’s deep tone.
Spirit lifts with the breeze
as water and sky blend
gently blurring the end
as each turns new ways
knowing all our past days –
Gone with the Wind – hearts mend.
lovely finish, Marjory…and, yes, seagulls do dance, don’t they?
Thanks – each with personality – fun to watch.
Hoops – just rechecked the HexSonnetta form.
I need a rhyming couplet at the end!! Here goes.
LOOKING TO THE NEW DAWN
TO BUILD A NEW LIFE ON. 🙂
I love the way this sounds.
Very soothing…
STRICTLY COME DANCING
September is greeted with bated breath
for the start of our annual dancing fix.
Saturday nights-in take on new meaning
as all invitations are refused
to find us glued to ballroom scenes,
of rivalry, slips, dramas and smiles,
glamour in the briefest of costumes,
hunky chaps and chunky dames.
All the excitement chewed over and over
next day with friends and all week
at six on It Takes Two
with earnest discussions about the lambada,
the tango or somebody’s jive.
Christmas comes as an anti-climax –
it’s all over for another year –
by Boxing Day we won’t even remember who won.
The UK’s Strictly Come Dancing is the model for the US series Dancing with the Stars
So true! I don’t watch DWTS here in the U.S., but it feels to me as if you’ve described the whole crazy obsession of the fans who DO watch perfectly — right down to the forgetting of the winners shortly after the event is decided. Love the ending on this, Viv! :-))
the excitement chewed over – such good energy and fellowship evolving from our shared watching so nicely protrayed in this verse
Ahh… but in those lovely moments, Viv, I was swept away…. :)!!!
“The Deer Hunter”
First time I heard about it from my father,
He said he’d watched a really great movie,
‘twas one of those illegal pirate copies,
When “everything American” was scarce.
I asked if I could watch it, he said no,
Not yet, he said, I’d have to grow up some.
He said it’s violent, then he told my mother
It had a most joyful opening scene.
I could not get it: was it cruel or happy?
It’s both he said. And it remained a mystery
Till I grew up and for myself discovered
A few perplexing things about life:
I learned it could be murderous and bloody,
Could overflow with happiness and laughter,
Could ring with subtle tenderness and longing,
And all we ever get is just one shot.
I haven’t read all of the poems and comments here yet … only a handful … but your title caught my eye, and I had to see what you did with it. I have yet to watch The Deer Hunter. My cousin who died (too young) in 2010 invited a few of us to his apartment to watch it many years ago. I couldn’t watch it. The intensity and cruelty of war is just too much for me.
But your poem? Your poem is a thing of beauty.
Marie Elena
Oh Marie, you’ve got to watch it. Just stay strong through the first war scene, and it’ll pull you in. It’s an incredible movie. The cast is outstanding. And there’s just so much life in it, and ultimately so much hope and beauty. I find that I watch it when things are not going too well. I say to myself that I’m just going to watch that opening scene my father loved so much. I always end up watching the whole movie, I cannot stop.
Having seen the play, I have never been in the right frame of mind to watch this film. Maybe, after reading your comments, I will reconsider.
I agree, Daniel. I want to try it again sometime, after reading Sasha’s comment above.
Sasha, I’m just so stinkin’ sensitive to people hurting people or animals … especially when it is graphic and involves mind games, like how POWs are treated. I can’t handle it even in small doses. 😦
meg
Give it a try, Daniel. I hope it won’t disappoint you.
Marie, you’d be surprised: I’m normally exactly the same way. And yet this one I can handle. I think just because it’s so good, and every bit in it is there for a reason.
The war scenes are very graphic, but without them the story would have fallen apart.
I forgot to thank you for your words about my poem. Thank you, Marie!
You’re welcome!
I saw “Deer Hunter” many years ago, and I’m afraid that all I recall of it was the playing of Russian Roulette with a pistol. 😐 But, I’m with Marie on this — your poem IS a thing of beauty! 🙂
Thank you, Pamela. I love this movie so much, I’m happy if I managed to write a decent tribute to it.
Your poem captures very closely what this movie took almost four hours (if I remember correctly) to show – it’s a powerful movie and one of the best about that era, in my view, as is your poem.
It’s a very long movie. Once I start watching it, I know I’m in for a long emotional night.
Thank you for your words, Sharon.
Nicely done. Great poem.
Thank you, Connie.
I wrote this one a couple weeks ago for a PAD prompt at PA…it happened to use the title of a movie as the title of my poem. Thought I’d repost it here.
FOR LOVE OF THE GAME
before there was a clicker
and a choice of three channels
TV viewing was limited
not a fan of Lawrence Welk
or painting on public television
Dad would resort to sports
it was Ali, Kareem, Nicklaus,
Staubach and even Secretariat
who came into our living room
I watched in fascination
as the best of the best
displayed finely honed skills
today, when I watch,
it is not a particular sport
that captures my attention
it is the athletes who show
they are in it
for their love of the game
2012-04-25
P. Wanken
really enjoy the easy flow of this as well as the memory evoked of long ago and yet right now in my mind – lovely
YES!!!
It’s a Wonderful Life
(Found Poetry – Composed entirely with lines from the movie)
I’ve got the key!
I’ll love you ’til the day I die.
No man is a failure who has friends.
And all’s fair in love and war, right?
Dear Father in heaven,
I’m not a praying man,
but if you’re up there
and you can hear me
show me the way…
show me the way.
Strange, isn’t it?
Each man’s life touches
so many other lives.
When he isn’t around
he leaves an awful hole,
doesn’t he?
Every time you hear a bell ring,
it means that some angel’s
just got his wings.
By Michael Grove
OH!!! FANTASTIC!!!!! And, of course, a Wonderful movie!!!
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A Paper Moon
Yellow moon, bright beams
that shone for me across
glistening lakes and rising seas,
dance along the crest of hills,
lift my heavy heart, be swift,
depart this gloom and sadness
into the velvet night
on golden celestial kisses
and wishes on moon light.
Just… soo… Lovely… !
Late to the party.
To Kill a Mockingbird
you actually need two stones
one for her head
and one for her song
because even after she
is long dead, limp in her
own fragile bones,
it echoes
lingers on.
Sticks will work, too
if you throw them
just right, but if
you’re not careful
she’ll just gather them
up and make a nest
and laugh at you from
the tallest branches,
untouchable.
Names can harm,
alarm, but not with
any lasting venom; if
you really want to watch
feathers fly you must grasp
something with weight,
hold it cold in your hand
and aim for her sky,
and even then there’s a
good chance she’ll escape
sneak
up behind you and cry
Boo.
.
Love this… and that great ending!!!
De, utterly brilliant! I love it.
Richard
You’ve Lost That Lovin Feelin
The Righteous Brothers sang this when I was young,
But now I think it is my Lord’s song.
He must look down on the earth and say,
I’d get down on my knees for you
If you would only love me like you used to do.
So many words in this song point to lukewarm love
And it seems so many have strayed away
Loving ourselves more than the one who shaped
Us in His own hands and placed us in the womb.
We take credit for our gifts and accoclades,
Not loving the one there for us throughout our days.
When He reaches for us, do we run the other way,
Lets bring it on back before it’s too late.
The greatest of these is love…
I used Eowyn’s “I am no man” from LOTR and a reworked line from a poem I wrote last month.
I Am No Man
I am no man,
And you are dust.
Together we paint epic
Stories inside cave walls.
Primitive strokes speak
Of panoramic conquests
And contradictions
From days gone long
Before the blood has dried.
Well, poop. I just realized that I was supposed to use a title, not a line from the movie. Oops.
A great poem can come from a little Oops. 🙂 This one was worth it. Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks, Patricia!
I’m a little late to the party, but better late than never! This inspired something very different from me, but I think I like it!
Big Daddy
Where have you gone, big daddy?
Why have you left me here alone?
Where have you gone, big daddy?
Why have you left me here all alone?
Trying to go on without you baby
Has turned my lonely heart to stone.
You promised you’d always be here,
Why’d you have to up and leave?
Oh, you promised you’d always be here,
Why’d you have to up and leave?
I believed every word you said to me,
Never thought you would deceive.
My days have been filled with misery
And my nights have been filled with tears.
My days have been filled with misery
And all my nights have been filled with tears.
Instead of the warmth of your embrace,
I find myself wrapped up in fears.
I’m so tired of feeling let down,
So tired of feeling betrayed.
Oh yeah, I’m so tired of feeling let down,
So tired feeling betrayed.
It’s time to let go of this heartache,
Time to let go of the love we made.
I don’t care where you’ve gone, big daddy,
And I hope you don’t come back again.
I don’t care where you’ve gone, big daddy,
And I hope you never come back again.
This game is over, big daddy,
And this time Mama’s gonna win.
I just wanted to say that I have so liitle computer time these days it’s hard to find time to read and harder to make time to comment. But I do read when I can and throughly enjoy the work of so many great poets. Alsoi really appreciate comments directed my way. Thank you!
Iain
Lost
for the purposes of dramatic tension
we need people to be Lost
the creators Design a set piece
where there is no cell reception
miscommunication means People are
not where they are supposed to be
there is going to be no Rescue
you are on your own
or so they would have you believe
as Act one unfolds the story
but as the complications begin to Surface
we see the relationships deepen
and we begin to understand that
we are not alone, we are not Lost
“…as the complications begin to Surface we see the relationships deepen and we begin to understand that we are not alone, we are not Lost” !!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Henrietta. All those exclamation marks made my day!
Richard
!!!!! :D!
I haven’t had many moments this week to drop by to see the work and creativity done here this week. I hope to be able to read and comment later on those who’ve gone before, but I make no promises. Looking at my calendar, that would be unwise.
I did want to try for at least one poem for the prompt, though, so please accept this off-the-cuff effort today.
Being There
When the mist rises from grass gone emerald,
And sultry echoes of former glories whisper,
I’ll remember these halcyon days of just being there.
When young ones play with their blankets heavy,
And breakfast smells more inviting than home,
I’ll remember that this was a gift, this being there.
And when these glorious days amid summer blossoms
Passes into the mists of memories fades as old wallpaper,
I’ll remember the gentleness of voices in the night,
And your presence each time I ventured into being there.
This is absolutely Gorgeous! Oh, how wonderful just “being there”…!
Thank you, Hen. I’m so glad you liked it.
:)!!!
Well done,
Thank you so much, Marjory. I’m glad you liked it.
[…] Poetic Bloomings: Prompt #54 […]
The Pretender
By: Meena Rose
Jared enthralled me and amazed me
With his brilliance extraordinaire,
His compassion for the weak;
His convictions.
Shocked and awed when someone said
“You are just like Jared,
The Pretender.”
I thought on that for a long moment
Wondering if endless hours of playing
At dress up did the trick,
Or, walking endless miles in
Someone else’s shoes, or
Perhaps it was my uncanny
Ability to learn and relate
To the world; my curse,
My blessing, my synesthesia.
It could be a combination of all of these elements, my friend. Lovely poem.
On my site they are all posted together… That triad had to be on the same post for a reason. It is our human nature when asking why (at least my human nature), to seek out ONE reason/ONE cause… Too many years in engineering hunting for root cause.
I can understand that. With Sociology and Psych, it was always a matter of what factors influences this effect.
Alias
By: Meena Rose
Who shall I be today?
How will they call me?
Will they uncover my identity?
I slither, slip and slide;
Lithe and evasive, I transform
To meet the need.
Buried in labels I am safe:
Mother, Daughter, Sister,
Friend, Writer, Poet.
There is no need to worry,
My identity is secure,
It is even hidden from me.
… been there………. Lost.
Stargate
By: Meena Rose
Perhaps they built it and
Hid it and made it a national
Secret.
I do not need it; I slip
And slide, my dreamscape
Is my playground.
I have gazed upon the heavens,
Witnessed the passing rituals
Of a once blazing star;
I have been privy to the
Birth of a new galaxy,
Mingled with its peoples;
Sharing what befell our home,
May they have the chance to
Learn from our planet.
We did not.
Yes… while on my way back home… with those drops of Jupiter in my hair…
Thank you Henrietta… sure reminds me of the song 🙂
You are very welcome, Meena Rose, that is exactly where your words took me — to that song that I so love :)!
“Princess Bride”
I do not think that word means what you
think it means, you say to me.
But, that’s inconceivable, I say with a huff.
I say love
means chocolate miracles and storming castles
and perfect breasts and surviving the Forest with
Rodents of Unusually Large Size hand-in-hand.
and love
means you will always come for me.
and love,
my Love,
cannot be broken by a thousand words.
True love
is the greatest thing in the world.
No, my Love, I believe it is you who does not
know what that word means, I say with my
dreamy eyes.
You say,
if you think it is the greatest
thing in the world then it is the greatest thing
in the world.
And with your own dreamy eyes,
I see you say—as you wish.
But with your mouth,
I hear—
except for perhaps, a nice mutton, lettuce
and tomato sandwich where the mutton is
nice and lean and the tomato is ripe.
Perhaps a nice mutton….
second fiddle to food …again! 🙂
:)! I was second to the candy in his pocket…