I’m not thinking about “The Dirty Dozen” (1967) or “Cheaper By the Dozen” (1950/2003). It’s back to the theater we go! Through the years there have been some great motion pictures that have graced the “silver screen”. And these films gave us some memorable quotes. I am offering up twelve (the dozen) of such quotations for your consideration. Choose one as an inspiration and write a poem. As always, I’m not asking for something related to the movie. Write something that is inspired by the quote and get ready for your close up!

“Why so serious?” ~ The Dark Knight (2008)

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.” ~The Godfather (1972)

“Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.” ~ The Wizard of Oz (1939)

“Here’s looking at you, kid!” ~Casablanca (1942)

“Go ahead. Make my day!” ~Sudden Impact (1983)

“May the force be with you.” ~Star Wars (1977)

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” ~ Love Story (1970)

“They call me Mister Tibbs.” ~In the Heat of the Night (1967)

“After all, tomorrow is another day.” ~Gone With the Wind (1939)

“Houston, we have a problem!” ~Apollo 13

“I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” ~A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)

“Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.” ~Dracula (1931)

39 thoughts on “JULY COVID-19 P.A.D. – DAY 9 DOING THE DOZENS

  1. True story!

    “They call me Mister Tibbs.” ~In the Heat of the Night (1967)

    A little boy came running,
    so delighted to see me.
    Grandpa! Grandpa! he smiled.

    The time had come to grow
    my hair longer, and never to
    leave home without lipstick on.

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  3. IF SLEEP WILL FIND ME, by Walter J Wojtanik

    “Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.” ~Dracula (1931)

    Silence once fallen, is disturbed.
    Sleep had found me restless
    and my guess is, it will be interrupted
    more before the night dies.
    Try as I might, I turn,
    tossed and disheveled,
    leveled for slumber but under
    some trance, some need to dance
    an insomniac’s reel. I feel an ache
    as I take labored breaths.
    Moans of frustration fill the room
    and soon I surrender to its will.
    In the still of the night I fight my own,
    I’ve been shown who’s boss.
    I am at a loss for winks and nods.
    I become a child of the night.

  4. PAIN

    After all, tomorrow is another day

    Those of us who have
    been to war
    know there’s no such thing
    as evening our score,
    though, sitting still
    in a chemo lab, 
    with thoughts of remorse,
    sadness, shame and more,
    I took what solace I could grab,
    pleased with any balance
    I might hold and store.
    Through years of anger,
    guilt, regret, I’ve yearned
    for peace, forgiveness, yet
    with memories forever burned,
    as those who don’t know me
    thank me for my service,
    with no idea how it feels,
    how much it makes me nervous.
    I’ve forgiven myself 
    a thousand times at least.
    I’ll do so again today, 
    quite possibly tomorrow,
    held firm by a determined beast,
    the memory of a distant east.

  5. I said to myself that I’d try not to write to many pandemic poems, but here we are…

    *“Houston, we have a problem.”*
    The steady comforting voice of
    Tom Hanks, America’s Dad,
    maybe even then, when the
    problem was in a movie,
    a movie about space, about
    people who might soon be unable
    to breathe.

    And now, once again, “Houston,
    we have a problem.” A problem
    of space, a problem leaving some
    gasping for breath. Full hospital beds,
    lack of PPE — and no protective
    capsule to retreat to, except
    perhaps for our two-meter
    personal space.

  6. Maybe it was Eastwood

    but I’d like to think it
    was blue steel behind
    those eyes that became
    infused in my spine so that
    words spoken by Dirty Harry
    became my mantra

    I tried hard never to carry
    a chip on my shoulder
    being a single mom
    back in the day
    It’s own scarlet letter

    rising like yeast in a profession
    where glass ceilings pressed even lower
    by an all-male cast, me sitting the back row
    at university where they called me ‘the girl’
    the only woman enrolled for certification
    to be an industrial buyer

    subtly unwelcome
    on committees for the PTA
    my ring-finger almost glowing
    with absence

    under my breath repeating
    our mantra and daring the world
    to try and hold me back kill
    those slim chances for a better life

    threw back my shoulders and stepped
    out to walk and not to follow
    held my daughter’s hand side by side
    celebrated her front and center

    blew whistles on bullies as I worked
    for peace and justice kept my values
    high even as I championed underdogs

    shook off the tough skin one night
    and folded the super hero’s cape to become
    a thankful mom and finally a lucky lady
    that someone finally saw for what she was.

  7. Here’s Looking at You, Kid

    I was five years old
    when we started back
    across the country
    from California to Tennessee.
    I was going to be one of those
    ‘California Girls’ the Beach Boys
    would sing about less than a
    decade later. Fate had other plans.
    Fate always seems to have
    other plans from what I expect
    but far as I know everything has
    worked out well, and who knows
    maybe my plans were not
    a good fit
    or maybe all paths lead to
    the same place
    or maybe in the end all that
    matters is that you lived
    life as best you could
    wherever fate leads.
    No complaints here.

  8. Children of the Night

    First one cow lows.
    Then another.
    And as if by accident,
    a third voice is raised
    into the space
    between the bull frogs
    and the chorus in the trees.
    A flash mob has taken
    the moonless stage,
    presenting a tragedy of three
    mothers. Three sons
    will never be seen again. No
    Greek playwright was ever
    so sorrowful.

  9. Why So Serious?

    Why so serious?
    I see the writing on the wall
    As plain as the nose on my face

    Why so serious?
    Evil has raised its ugly head and
    Our nation is in grave danger

    Why so serious?
    Because the time has come to
    Open our eyes to the truth

    Why so serious?
    Because I love America and
    Will fight to keep it free

  10. Kindness Thrives

    “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” ~A Streetcar Named Desire

    I’ve traveled into every state
    And met all kinds, I’m sure.
    And though bad apples do exist
    Great kindness does endure.

    In Delaware the locals came
    And had a barbecue,
    Went swimming and played hide and seek.
    We had a lot to do.

    On choir tour, we went down south.
    The church folks welcomed us
    With yummy food and nice clean beds
    Till we got on our bus.

    One summer in Wyoming state
    I soon felt right at home.
    I met a man and married him
    Together we did roam.

    We honeymooned for thirty days
    And met a lot of friends
    And relatives who took us in.
    Made memories with no end.

    Alaska, Hawaii and Maine
    And Arizona too.
    Met kindness everywhere we went
    From our friends, old and new.

    From east to west, and north to south
    In mountains, deserts, plains,
    We know that hate tucks tail and runs
    When loving kindness reigns.

  11. I have been left speechless,
    Without unique thoughts or words to say
    After fighting to create,
    I choose to walk away
    Maybe I will feel inspired
    On another day…

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