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Poetry Submissions for Week Of June 16, 2002
Topics For This Week:
HEROES and HEROINES
STARS
©almezzina 1/15/01
We worship each and every star;
each loved and cherished from afar.
But one must wonder, were they near,
would we still hold them all so dear?
If we were close we'd see and learn
to shine so bright each one must burn.
And loneliness becomes their curse
'though centers of their universe
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THE PERSISTENT HORDE
Holdin' out for a hero
larger than life
yet just as human,
assuming that is possible.
The pressures of fame
raise the stakes
in the game.
Fanatical fans would
suck the soul dry
and want more…
to crawl into the skin
and be the pretense.
Glamour aside,
a hero needs
a place to hide
from the persistent horde.
Louise Brogan
6/11/2
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Movie Heroines
I didn't go to any movies
When I was a young child.
However, I knew of a few stars
And with them I was beguiled.
On our writing tablet covers,
When we attended grammar school,
Were photos of glamorous movie stars,
Which we would gaze at and drool.
It was then I would daydream
Of becoming a movie actress
Like Marion Davies or Hedy Lamarr,
And I'd be beautiful in my lovely dress.
The actresses were my heroines
At that time in my childhood.
It wasn't until I grew much older
That the likes of Gable were any good.
C. 2002 Marian M. Aboltin (MeriRiter)
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My heroine, Myself
As a child
I knew who I was going to be.
I would be a movie star.
There was no doubt.
I always practiced my favorite
Esther Williams act
there
on the front lawn.
I remember swimming around
in the Kentucky blue grass
lifting my marvelous leg out of the water
listening to the thunderous roar of the audience.
While down deep in the blades of grass
I watched wonderful crawly things
like lady bugs
trying to find their way home
before all their children burned.
And sometimes when I was really lucky,
I saw ants
carry a dead bug to a hole in the ground.
I knew
they were storing food
for winter.
When I tired
of watching ants build cities and stuff,
I would curtsy to my adoring fans
and go visit a friend
who had a garage,
where we held our shows
for captive audiences.
We had our wardrobes
of sequined gowns, diamond pendants
and mink stoles
stored in brown
cardboard luggage.
We were wonderful.
Dancing and singing
while grateful crowds begged for more.
We always did several encores,
knowing
they were starved for fine entertainment
and a taste of the good life.
It was excruciating work.
But we felt
that we really should share
our beauty with the world.
And after hours
of grueling performances
we bowed
exhausted, but content,
knowing that we had brought great joy
to the masses.
©vrd.6/98
Jenny91638@aol.com
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I LOVE 'EM
The movies I love 'em
What a way to escape
So many make their part seem real
And take you to or away from a place
But my most favorite characters I will ever see
Are in the movies of close friends and family
I found in the hours of copying to video
The existance of silent treasures I never did know
Kerry
6-16-02
(ADLEBLANC)
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THE PLAYER
by Stephen Cunningham
mahgninnuc@aol.com
You thought it just part of the act,
That you weren't really acting as you,
But you weren't aware of the fact,
That the things you were feeling were true.
Now you look back at your past,
Recognize the many parts that you played.
And of all of those memories passed,
Only one of the feelings has stayed.
Somehow as you were playing your part,
And taking all that happened in stride,
Someone special invaded your heart,
There to stay though all other loves died.
Though trying so hard in your role,
Something really you finally was freed.
And in spite of the story you told,
You came to face an innermost need.
Still, you put it all in its place,
Explained away as part of the plan.
Yet, you're never quite free of that face,
Though you try just as hard as you can.
Oh, the player played the part oh so well,
That no one at all could tell,
That one moment of the action was real,
The way the player really did feel.
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Kerry Cunningham / adleblanc@aol.com