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Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
As I came through the door
Taps the cat  meowed at me
As she crisscrossed the floor space
Staying a foot ahead of me
Glancing into the big closet or tiny room
Whichever ... Dad called it his study
"Hey dad " I yelled at the back of his head
" His quick glance meant "hey buddy"
I noticed moms face on the computer screen
'Oh!"I snapped " mom ... Hey we miss you "
"I'm not talking to your crotch "she laughingly barked
"Sit down ... Move the camera or move your *** Trent"
I compromised by doing all three as dad took a break
The face of someone I truly loved sat there
Looking at me
From over  three thousand miles away.
Three thousand miles away!
"Hey baby " she said in her cooing voice " How are you?"
"Got a job at Dannerlans ... Part time" I proudly engaged
"Don't let it interfere with" ...she couldn't stop and she knew...
I guess my stupid grin finally clued her in as she trailed off
"Half a world away and I'm still mom I guess. Dad musta.."
"He did ... Same thing.. And I won't. But what are you...."
"Don't you dare Trent " mock rage crossed her  face
As a few octaves fell out of her voice and I already knew
Here it comes.....a tsunami all the way from Japan
Putting my nose right to the camera and pushing on
I repeated "tsunami mommy  tsunami mommy  san
What can you do about it . you're way over there and I'm..."
" Gonna get it so bad .. When I get home mister "
:You're gonna look end up looking just like your sister"
"Oh ....Kay...  "I haltingly bounced her words round my mind
"I DONT HAVE A SISTER."
"Exactly"
Then I saw it... Set up and now....
Confusion and pride had my ammunition... just the facts
Dad arrived at that second with a coke for me and his beer
"Did you hear her ?" I asked him
" threating to make me a girl"
As I gave up the chair I heard that cooing soft voice sorta ....
..........GR OO ooowl ?!? While still softly cooing  "oh no no no...
Too good for you Bud...Buuud...Buddy?   You'll just disa..pear!"
Dad laughed first - drawing me in as I reluctantly let go.
"Nice try dear.... but you lost it coming round the outside corner"
What do you mean outside corner ..it was right over but too low
"Bye mom"  I said "got some homework to do " they were merged
Gone now for three month and three more to go .poor dad
His staunch had wilted within forty eight hours of her departure
But let's all pretend that you
never noticed the droop -a bit sad
Poor poor  dad ... Poor poor dad  I chimed as I climbed the stairs
He won't make it another three months . .. Very easy
I  haltingly caught my words as the downer that they were
As I scooped the elegant Taps  from the floor " but they'll make it "
I whispered into her ear. "Won't they girl? "Her answer was a purr

I'm thinking of joining the red cross
That's good...gets you out and about....
In the ...nei..bor....
"Okay .. Whats yet to be told ...spill
"They asked me to run the admin office" She
So you'll have to travel for a while  that's ok" (He)
"The whole admin office for foreign.... "  She let it trail......
Allright so you come back weekends
Ain't that far....to... (He)
      .......... ...Japan ....(She)
Dad........didn't  have any words to say
And the staunch started peeling away...right then and there
The love they shared
Might be compared
To historic qualities
Romeo and Juliet  sans tragedy
Bogie and Bacall  for longevity
Tracy and Hepburn for loyalty
Burns and Allen for ..for the comedy
So I knew.. as..  anyone else who  
Saw him day to day decline
That she was on her way home
By seeing the force of nature
He suddenly became
A human dynamo in preparation
For the reunification.

I walked through the front door
Sharon at my side and lacey in tow
"Go tell your brother to get in here "
So she yelled out the front door
"Trenton Dean Robertson get in here!"
Sharon and I met eye to eye
Bossiest little Seven year old....
"TRENTON now!"  I  yelled  out
"You better do what sis said"
He was now ten and tended to wander about
"I'm here "he said as he appeared
"Come on sis I'll beat you in...."
The last bit muffled
As they closed the basement door
And descending down the stairs

We both glanced into the closet
For that's what it really was
Dad sitting at the computer
And mom was on the screen
So I toted my load of groceries
As Sharon leaned in to say" hi "
And once we had supper going
I went to mix a drink and as I passed by
Dad said "son come here
Your mom wants to talk to you "
Besides we've been chatting  forever!
Then he whispered "I gotta go to the loo"
"Hi mom "I said as he departed
Leaving me to warm the seat
I'm not talking to your crotch
She said for at least the millionth time
There on the screen was the face
Of someone that I loved
Who never made it home that year
The flight was destined for history
Crashing into the Himalayas
Taking everyone on board
And the staunch became so rigid
And reality was simply ignored
He handed me a coke and opened his beer
Before resuming his vigil at the computer screen
That was his reality....his fantasy... and his hex
Some might say an old adage to sum it up
"IS IT LIVE.....OR IS IT MEMOREX?"

AS I drifted from the room they were merged.







..
Patrick H Sep 2014
Ambrose
Ah-kin-
MOO-sir-ee
Lifts a trumpet to his mouth.
Deep breaths blow notes
at right angles
into space.
The sound is worn denim.
The sound is Lauren Bacall.
The beat is urgent and syncopated
just like his last name.

Ambrose
Ah-kin-
MOO-sir-ee
Rests a trumpet by his side.
Reverb:
Ambrose interprets the persistence of sound;
reflections build up and decay
until the sound is absorbed
by the surfaces of this space.
Inhale.
Ambrose,
pulls the trumpet
To his mouth
once again.
Ambrose Akinmusire is a young jazz trumpet player.
Jude kyrie Mar 2019
brick by brick the past is demolished
All of the ghost that lived there
With me are made homeless.
As the old cinema turns into dust and ashes
Just like my dreams did so long ago
The wrecking ball ignores our screams.
.

We sat there so long ago my love
In the plush seats holding hands
Our favourite friends performed their parts
Bogart and Bacall kissing in monochrome.
I would look at you in the dimmed lighting
My heart filled  with happiness and  first love
The first is special it is swollen with innocence.
And for some the only one they get.

We kissed in living vibrant colours back then.
You were holding my hand as the movie played
Later we walked back to our small flat
And made tea and love


I knew even back then
in the cornucopia of passion
That beauty such as yours
was far beyond
such an ordinary man like me.

I knew you would one day leave me
broken and irreparable.
And that my heart
would be shattered into pieces.

Even now after all these years
it still dreams of you.
And I never replaced you in my life
It would not be fair to the other lady.
She could never be you.

Yet in my loneliness in the passing years
I would sit alone in this old movie  theatre
Both of us friends me and the worn seats.
Bogart still kissed Bacall

And sometimes just for the tiniest moment
I could feel your hand
Slipping into mine once more.
My heart would stop aching
And all things in my world
Would be at peace
The wrecking ***** are
Way to busy for me
These days
Jude
annh Nov 2019
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.

She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.

My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.

Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Third verse NOT a team player. Will revisit. Gotta go!

‘Movies, to him and the majority of the planet, are an enhancement to a life. The way a glass of wine complements a dinner. I’m the other way around. I’m the kind of person who eats a few bites of food so that my stomach can handle the full bottle of wine I’m about to drink.’
- Patton Oswalt, Silver Screen Fiend: Learning About Life from an Addiction to Film
Jack Aug 2014
Always above par,
so she ended up with a Bogie
You're the perfection
     of thunder & lightning
like Bogart & Bacall,
    Marilyn & DiMaggio
a breathless view of Monet's allure ,
     midst abstract Picasso's wonder
Beethoven's 5th and silly love tunes,
    complexity in contradictions
    simplicity of minimalism,
         apples and oranges
  cuppa tea with honey
     spiked with something toxic,
nice with the just the right amount of naughty
you're the poetry in my endearment,
   harmony playing my affection's song
       thrumming in satiated indulgences
Mike Jewett Feb 2015
We fall hunting for laurels,
shredding

       our purple bruises
       into rose hips.

Our silversmith rings lose their fingers,
cracked irreparable.

       Our lives of lavish luxury
       lives as lapis lazuli.

The banks of the Ipswich
call out:

       silhouettes behind birch bark.
       Remember

how we used to swim
her waters;

       tread her auric ebb?
       We aim at deer, at ripening

persimmons. They chew
the fruit pretty.

       We aim at killdeer.
       Kiss a wasp.

We were dead fireworks
under Laniakea eyes.

       As midnight, we are
       films noir:

we imagine *******
Lauren Bacall from behind,

       speaking and kissing in tongues,
       her mouth tasting

of unfiltered smoke,
breathing the snow

       melting
       down her rose hips.

We stuff the stuff of nightmares
into a cardboard box.

       We howl at solar winds and polar vortexes.
       We are a vesica; both/and.

We fall hunting for laurels,
adolescent pulsars with persimmon eyes.
Francie Lynch Jul 2014
Oafie lingers before his mirror
Pointing at the slinger Dillinger,
In his black suit,
******* his loot,
He won't go in there.

Then Oafie puts an old coat on,
Posing before his cheval,
Sharing jokes with Robert Duvall,
Who lights a smoke for Lauren Bacall,
Who say his coat fits well.

I know this seems humorous,
But Oafie isn't left too much;
His acuity is out of touch.
But he played guitar like a harp,
Which sadly isn't that far off.

For now the famous visit often.
He shuffled stepts to classic Sinatra,
With Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
I'll visit Oafie one last time,
And slip a mirror in his coffin.
Thomas Newlove Apr 2016
Smoking is terrible for you - we all know that,
But there's nothing quite as **** as a cigarette
With its wafts of smoke curving sensuously up
Like a winding staircase to heaven.

Maybe it's that, that Bacall and Bogie dance
Of noir fog above a lit cigarette,
Or it could be the intimate way
The word "young" is carved out on your slab,

Or the intimate way that the smell lingers
On the clothes of loved ones long after
You're dead and buried.
Nothing makes a guy harder than rigour mortis.
Vernon Waring Jul 2015
I like a classic movie
One with Bogie and Bacall
Kate Hepburn in her heyday
Or Errol Flynn in a brawl

A Cary Grant comedy
Irene Dunne at his side
Bette Davis raising hell
Or Frankenstein's scary bride

I think of Ingrid Bergman's smile
The sweetest nun appearing onscreen
And Mae West's sassy manner
As she lit up every scene

Spencer Tracy wowed us
Charlie Chaplin made us roar
Great stars, great stories, great times
The movies I adore
BubbleZee Jun 2015
When everything happens to you when you're so young, you're very lucky, but by the same token, you're never going to have that same feeling again. The first time anything happens to you - your first love, your first success - the second one is never the same.
-Lauren Bacall
Terry Collett Mar 2012
Chocolates and cigarettes?
Julie says

as you sit in a chair
opposite her

in the rest room
of the hospital

in the psychiatric ward
I thought you’d prefer them

to flowers
you reply

yes
she says

flowers tend to lie
heavy in my gut

and she smiles
and you look at her there

with her dark hair
long but dishevelled

I haven’t brushed my hair
or bathed yet

she says
seeing you look at her

but you can scrub my back
if you want

she says
watching you blush

best not
you say looking away

seeing out the window
a small garden

with summer flowers
but sensing

a slight movement
in your groin

at the mere thought
of her suggestion

how did you find me?
she asks

of all the hospitals
and all the wards

in this area
you managed to walk

into mine
she adds

you make me sound
like Bogart to Bacall

you say shyly
how about a drink later

down the road to the bar?
she says

You’re permitted to drink
while on drugs?

you ask
studying her eyes

and her lips slightly parted
only cola

she says pulling a face
but at least it gets me

out of this place
for an hour or so

you look at her
a small stirring

still taking place
between your thighs

there’s a small room
where they keep brooms

and brushes and such
where we can go

for a quickie
she says

looking at you
studiously

then breaking
into a laugh

at the sight
of your shocked face

some other time
you say

some other place
cigarette?

she asks
opening up

the pack you’d brought
you nod

and she hands you one
between her slim fingers

and you place it
between your lips

and she lights it
with a small red

plastic lighter
and you heave in

and feel the smoke
hit the back

of your throat
she inhales deep

and says
I prefer the ones

that make me float
and you see hollowness

open up in her
and her eyes

become wide open spaces
like cold winter skies.
Jonny Angel Aug 2014
I heard Lauren had passed
& erupted,
"***,
how sad,
she was so killer,
beautiful in Casablanca!"
And my young co-worker,
said, "Who, where?"
I thought,
really.....imagine that,
truly sad,
a world without Bacall!
Stephan Jun 2016
.

Standing alone in a room filled with sadness
Photograph smiles in a frame on the shelf
Ashtrays are filled with a death wish still breathing
Lighting another in spite of myself

A hand full of pills and a glass of Jack Daniels
And old black and white, I think Lauren Bacall
Through heavy eyes, I am still thinking of you
Only the floor there to meet as I fall

When on the door comes a knock unexpected
Shattering plans that I must put on hold
Closing one eye as I look through the peep hole
A shadowy figure is there in the cold

Twisting the lock and then turning the handle
Chilled is the blast that runs into my face
There I find death with his sickle untarnished
Needless to say my sad heart starts to race

“What are you doing, you can’t be that stupid
It’s not your time for this world to depart
Just for some girl who has left you here crying
Wanting to die for a **** broken heart”


I stopped and I thought and I heard this thing speaking
Then shoved my finger inside of its chest
“I’ll do as I please you know not what you’re saying
It’s time to go and I think it is best”


“God what a loser, oh wait, I meant Satan
Fine, suit yourself, we’ve a place you can lie
Swallow those pills but I’ll take that Jack Daniels
I will get thirsty while watching you die”


I thought of her and what I would be leaving
How much it hurt she had found someone new
Then of my heart that was shattered in pieces
The sound of her voice when she shouted, “we’re through”

That she is happy with somebody else
How every scar of my life has now bled
Why would I want to give her satisfaction
Knowing she’d smile if she heard I was dead

Then like a bolt or a light bulb exploding
Came a decision as clear as a bell
I’ll stick around in this room filled with sadness
It’s definitely worse than that place he calls hell
Charles Sturies Apr 2017
From Beyonce's blood that flows
to Brandy's flush face that glows
to J. Lo's fresh flesh
to Joy Bryant's, for example, self-dignity
that talk about the pulse
that refreshes
that same fountain
of Reality's Child
and a "cool chick"
reeks of a blood type
dealing in chocolate code
of the mind
and cherry coke of the ***
such that
Lana Turner
would turn over in her grave
if she knew of
a new breed of female *** symbols
harking back to her, Gable,
Heyworth, Bacall, and Hepburn.
Charles Sturies
Francie Lynch May 2016
Oafie lingers before his mirror
Pointing at the slinger Dillinger,
In his black suit,
******* his loot,
He won't go in there.

Then Oafie puts an old coat on,
Posing before his cheval,
Sharing jokes with Robert Duvall,
Who lights a smoke for Lauren Bacall,
Who say his coat fits well.

I know this seems humorous,
But Oafie isn't left too much;
His acuity is out of touch.
But he played guitar like a harp,
Which sadly isn't that far off.

For now the famous visit often.
He shuffled steps to classic Sinatra,
With Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
I'll visit Oafie one last time,
And slip a mirror in his coffin.
Repost: Mike O'Brien (Oafie) passed away last night.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
I had a dream on
The tip of my tongue
That tasted very sweet
I took it off, like a CD
And put it on repeat...

It was like an old-time movie
Framed in black-and-white
A white-chocolate
Licorice drop
It played on
through the night

Then, all of a sudden
The cast of the show changed
Bogie & Bacall became
Something very strange!

They weren't exactly zombies
But they had changed!
Oh, no!
The dream was now
quite bitter
It was a horror show!

Yes! The leading lady
Was a POD PERSON! Man!
As she began her
Tell-tale scream
I took off... I RAN!

Next time you have
A pleasant dream
Remember that
they turn
Sometimes you can
Consume a thought
Which just gives you
heartburn!


Next time you taste
A sweet dream drop
And put it on repeat
Be sure you take
a grip-o-TUMS

'N BE CAREFUL
WHAT YOU EAT!



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/29/2017
This idea just popped up
OUTA nowhere... LOL!

If you don't get the reference to "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" GET THAT MOVIE!  IT'S GREAT!
It's not so much that you hadn't aged
Or that I didn't notice it
I only wished I'd been there to witness
The changes
How time rearranged the subtle glow
Of your beauty
Replaced with something profound
The marking of experience
Eyes looking for innocence
Seldom finding it anywhere
But your smile was still real
Genuine, authentic
Not a trace of a lie on those lips
A much younger man would not have seen it
A secret
Precious few can keep it
You looked enchanting to me
Never too old we grew together
Cast in a Bogart-Bacall romance
Fated to last but for one evening
One electric night to compensate
For too many years to count
When you pulled me down to receive your kiss
They all shrank into a moment
In which I experienced each and every second
The gloss spread on your lips
A taste I can recall from memory even now
Sweet, a hint of spearmint and alcohol
Such a lucid thought
Brings this old tin man to life
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
The Old Bijoux Theater

*The old Bijoux closed today.
After all this time it closed its doors.
It is empty now overtaken by technology and time.
Its silver screens have graced the best of Hollywood.
How often I have sat here with you my love.
Watching Bogart and Bacall share a kiss.
Later returning to our small flat
to make tea and love.
You were so beautiful my angel
all that I ever wanted or needed.
Remember how I stood outside your flat
ion the pouring rain to catch a glimpse of you.
I was so in love with you
So in love.
You have gone now of course
Such beauty is for the Gods
not for ordinary men like me.
I shall miss this old place so much
watching the old movies flickering on the screen.
I know I did not move on quiet as I should.
You see my heart was very broken and sadly
still remains so even after all these years.
But sometimes in an old movie
that we have seen a hundred times.
yes I know the endings are always the same.
But I feel your hand slip softly into mine
and I can feel it there again
and just for a moment
all is well in my world once more.

I would not change a thing about us my love.
Even knowing how broken I would be
and that my heart would be vacant for evermore.
for once in my life I reached for a star
and for a fleeting moment
I held it in my hands.
no name kid 72 Mar 2017
The jagged yellow smile of the jaundiced moon
Pokes through the clouds and plays peekaboo
Spits light into the Room
In the Shadow of Love

The silent phantom its eyes watch lovers who
Make cloak and dagger plans to run away real soon
Leave this Ugly place and find a somewhere new

In the Shadow of Love
Where the Angels hide
I sit inside and call your name
In the Shadow of Love
I Play the fool and lose my cool
Aint that the way

Outside the hunter hides in the dark
Pulls back his bow and aims straight for the heart
Cupid smiles as his arrow hits the mark
In the shadow of Love

There amongst the sailors bones that heard the sirens call
Made Johnny walk the line and pride take a fall
Romeo and Juliet and Bogart and Bacall

In the Shadow of Love
Where the Angels hide
I sit inside and call your name
In the Shadow of Love
I Play the fool and lose my cool
Aint that the way

I am its witness felt hands laid on
Felt its warmth in the middle of a storm
Seen it reflected in the eyes of my newborn
LOVE…. love…. love….

Bonnie and Clyde Barrow on a jagged country road
Holding hands while machine guns unload
they died together and they wanted nothing more
In the Shadow Of Love
In the Shadow Of Love
to hear the music to this poem go to  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiNwU5aJ8AA
Prayers travel light in
the vacuum of space and
some wandering God
picks them up,
spits them back in your face.

In the cynical zone
a miracle goes home
with a thorn in its side.

Send me Wells Fargo
I'm off
to Key Largo to call upon
Bogart and
blow kisses at
Bacall
after all it's
what
dreamers do.
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Silvered Screen Memories
By
Jude Kyrie*

The old Bijoux cinema closed today.
After all this time it closed its doors.
It is empty now overtaken by technology and time.
Perhaps a lot like me,
Its silver screens
have graced the best of Hollywood.

How often we sat there together my love.
Watching Bogart and Bacall share a kiss.
Later returning to our small flat
to make tea and love.

You were so beautiful my angel
All that I ever wanted or needed.
All that I ever prayed for.

Remember how I stood outside your flat

In the pouring Seattle rain
just to catch a glimpse of you.
I was young then and
so in love with you---So in love.

You have gone now of course
Such beauty is for the Gods
Not for ordinary men like me.
I shall miss this old place so much
Watching the old movies
flickering on the screen.
Thinking of our time together.

I know I did not move
on quiet as I should have done.
You see my love
My heart was very broken
and sadly
still remains so
even after all these years.

But sometimes in an old movie
that we had seen a hundred times.
Yes, I know the endings are always the same.
But In my heart.
I can feel your hand slip softly into mine
just like it used to.
And as I can feel it there,
just for a single moment
All is well in this world once more.

I would not change
a single thing about us my love.
Even knowing how broken
I would be after you left me.
And how my heart
would be vacant for evermore.

For once in my life,
I reached for a star,
and for a fleeting moment
I held it in my hands.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
he Old Bijoux Cinema

*The old Bijoux closed today.
After all this time it closed its doors.
It is empty now overtaken by technology and time.
Its silver screens have graced the best of Hollywood
How often I have sat here with you my love.
Watching Bogart and Bacall share a kiss.
Later returning to our small flat

To make tea and love.
You were so beautiful my angel
All that I ever wanted or needed.
Remember how I stood outside your flat
In the pouring rain to catch a glimpse of you.
I was so in love with you
So much in love.
You have gone now of course
Such beauty is for the Gods
Not for ordinary men like me.
I shall miss this old place so much
Watching the old movies flickering on the screen.
I know I did not move on quiet as I should.
You see my heart was very broken and sadly still remains so even after all these years.

But sometimes in an old movie
that we have seen a hundred times.
Yes I know the endings are always the same.
But I feel your hand slip softly into mine
In the darkness.
And I can feel it there, and just for a brief moment
All is well in this world once more
I would not change a thing about us my love
Even knowing how broken I would be
And that my heart would be vacant for evermore
You see darling
For once in my life I tried to catch the wind
and for a fleeting moment
I held it in my hands
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Sat alone in the tiny old cinema
where we used to go.
on rainy afternoons
When we were lost in love
so very long ago.
Watching the old classics
on the flickering silver screen.
Devoid of modern technology
Just sweet timeless emotions.

Bogart and Bacall
kiss in the love scene as usual.
The endings are all still the same.
We watched this one so many times.
Returning to our little flat
making tea and love.

I remember when I first saw you
I would stand outside your flat.
In the driving rain soaked to the skin.
Just to catch a glimpse of you,
So beautiful so lovely.
I could not think
of anything else but you.

You have gone now of course.
I knew even then you were beyond me.
Such beauty is for the Gods
Not for ordinary men like me.

My heart was broken and still is
even after all this time.
It remains uninhabited and will stay
so for a very long while

I know I have not been able to adapt
and move on quiet as I should.
Yet sometimes,
in the middle of a movie that we shared.
I feel your hand slip into mine
and for a fleeting moment
all is well and
I am with you once more.

I do not regret anything and would
do it all over again my darling.
Even knowing how badly
I would be broken.

For I tried to catch the wind,
and for a brief moment
I held it in my hands.

— The End —