Cry over spilled milk
She appeared only once
in my gloomy dreams.
Like an actress in a movie
with a singsong
she disappeared at the end.
In the life-theatre still I am sitting
until the curtain opens.
for Sandra Fowler with affectionately.....
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Gray Music
You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain.
I could not match it in a thousand years.
Old words are classic to my memory.
Because of you, my feet have wings this day.
Gray music paints a picture of rare worth,
A Slavic image of an April mood,
Breaching the barrier of your last breath,
I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would.
'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
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The one-eyed curtain raiser in the tragic theatre of life
While the well-to-do audience were watching the scene by scene
This poor fellow holds the knotty string and whenever he hears the bell
He gets ready to raise or put down the velvet curtain.
Only in the tricky interval he gets a brief rest in his life-drama.
*Dedication to my poetess friend Sandra.Fowler for her good health.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Beyond Eden
Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
I trace their signatures upon the glass.
Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.
It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends
Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye.
Stripped of their innocence, how could they know?
The last grief would be soothed by God himself.
Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird
Sings of the poignancy of humanness.
The ever freshness of that ancient sound
Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago.
Sandra Fowler, copyright,2010
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Appalachian Gray
I think the dusk has slipped beyond all words.
You speak spring with an accent never heard.
A poem on an Appalachian pane
Is bringing April back via the rain.
Pale trillium on the hill above the creek
Is delicate beyond the will to speak.
A gray coat of old feelings wraps my frame.
The landscape flickers like a candleflame.
Friend, frozen tears of trees mirror the sky
Within the confines of their inner cry.
The light fades us into its elegy.
Music is pictured though no sound need be.
2007, Copyright Sandra Fowler
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January Mist
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
The world was music and it turned us round.
Stirred by the subtle atmospheric sound,
You gently sketched a snowflake on my face
Which shall be mine till light has left this place.
Such solace has the power to outlast time,
To lock a small bird's elegy in rhyme.
Somewhere beyond the January mist,
The magic of our landscape still exists.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
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A Ruby-Throated Hummingbird on Your Parapet Wall
Sorry, Did you wake up to my morning call?
And before you go to school
You see that strange flowers in your empty jar.
While sitting in your religion class
When you open your book of prayers
Please do not get excited
By seeing the new poem remains there,
If you prefer leave it as a bookmark!
(For Sandra Fowler in gratitude!)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Her chuckle pelts my soul
It lapses me and I changed my course.
The beginning is very courteous.
We floated in the sky.
Her cooing like a turtle dove and she winks like an angel.
In the dark sky all of a sudden a thunderous storm came
And she changed her attitudes.
With the lightning I have fallen to the earth like a shooting star.
Now I realized my shortcoming as the star always belongs to the sky.
(Once in my adolescence I loved an actress and it's not really a dream)
I dedicate this poem to my poetess friend Sandra. Fowler
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We Are 'All' Sunset Travelers
We are 'all' sunset travelers.
Some arising in dawns long past,
Now to find our afternoons...
Rushing to caress an horizon,
Beginning to crest the West.
With assorted memories blessed.
We are 'all' sunset travelers!
And yes,
Some of us do prefer those dawns,
Remembered.
But the rest...
Have come to enjoy,
Such an enlightened ride.
Inspired and Dedicated:
Sandra Fowler
United States
'We are all sunset travelers.
Sandra had stated to me.
And I agree. Thank you Sandra.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Little Actress
I cant carry on
This play is too long
I must be going
Extend my regrets
I gave it my best
But now Im going
This is too much for me to take
Something tells me that shes faking it
She says she dont care
She wants to be fair
She must be joking
Its simple she said
Lets not lose our head
Tell me shes joking
This is too much for me to take
But somebody isnt faking
Someones heart is breaking
And if you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
Theres no one at the backstage door
Im more than her friend
cause I knew her when
She was no sensation
Shes wasting our time
Repeats all her lines
Whats her motivation?
Now she wont share her stage with me
Her performance was outrageous
Put me through some changes
So if you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Her delivery dont come naturally
Anyone could see she doesnt mean a word she says
Her mascara ran
And the show was panned
But Im still her biggest fan
So when you see her give her my critique
Shes a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
Theres no one at the backstage door
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Happy Birthday Sandra
For Sandra Fowler
Here he goes again
old Dodgy Dave forgetting
his poetry friend’s birthday,
only remembering at the last minute.
Happy Birthday Sandra
I hope you are having a wonderful one
with family and friends around you
to wish you all the happiness you deserve
for all the kind comments you plant here and there.
If you had a wish,
I wonder what it would be for,
to live a long life of happiness.
Well that I wish for you
and for you to make new friends
to mingle with the old ones everyday.
I will also wish you good health
and love to last you through the years,
and all the happiness you so rightly deserve.
Therefore, from this dodgy fellow in England
let me wish you a Happy Birthday
and may you always be my friend.
Happy Birthday Sandra.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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I never wondered whether I should be a stage actress or a movie actress.
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What draws me to the theatre, and what appealed to me about Too Much Light, is that you have no idea what's going to happen. That's the most exciting part of theatre, it's never the same. If it were, it would be like watching a movie.
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I think I'm a better actress for having friends and interests outside the theatre. I wouldn't want to live my life surrounded by other actors all the time.
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Popularity needs no vanity
A popular actress in plain clothes
with a local lady rich in costumes
appeared on the stage.
All the eyes were on the actress.
Rich costume took back seat.
Who she is matters.
23.12.2000, Pmdi
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Theatricality
The curtain is blessed by the action of courts,
It is the court of law that we revere for law,
The laws are demonstrated again and always.
The curtain has bemoaned the activity of a theatre
And not a performance by the axioms of government,
It is the red curtain, great and glorious, beautiful.
My curtain is again a glamorous canvas so grand,
It hides all sight and hearing, as if spoken to by the grandness,
And the majesty of a queen is all that is good in this hall.
My theatricality is holy, all the time, aware are the king and queen
Who list their favourite actors and actresses, with their book,
Without a bias or grudge, without too much contemplation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Parabola
My younger days I dream of Paragliding.
And I had a strong desire to be a Pilot.
But this paralysis decaying body in my old age,
I have to quit my old dreams.
I repent now as the youth is a gift
That passed through my bony fingers secretly.
* I dedicate this poem to my friend Sandra. Fowler, I am being grateful to your wise comments really pushed me to the six hundredth poem.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When I first saw a Fellini movie, I came out of the movie theatre and decided to become a lawyer! I thought to myself, it's impossible to make something so beautiful!
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All of a sudden Kevin told me that the movie got bought and was gonna be shown in a movie theatre. I was shocked. I was psyched. It was just weird.
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Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, in memoriam
Bigger than life, so beautiful and violet-eyed,
For being the movie’s most legendary star,
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was really portrayed,
With her dramatic spark, as an actress so far.
She knew from her mother that this art is awesome,
In aeternum keeping her shining star so tight,
Wanting to be all or nothing and to become
Bigger than life, so beautiful and violet-eyed.
During filming National Velvet, she was hurt,
But her heart vibrated like a string of guitar.
Instead of leaving, she tried her role to exert
For being the movie’s most legendary star.
She was a ray of incircumscriptableness,
An immaculate, unique talent she remained.
As being thawed by her genial consciousness,
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was really portrayed.
She was a great wrenching ‘’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’’,
Ad astra per aspera Taylor-megastar,
Playing in “Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? ”
With her dramatic spark, as an actress so far.
Being the best actress, she received her Oscar.
In “Butterfield” her image was elevated,
Dreaming to have ‘’ A Place in the Sun’’as a star.
In memoriam, her name is serenaded.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Actress
She uses her innocence as a shield
Hoping no one will ever see past it
See inside her story, once upon a time
For girl-next-door-beautifuls everywhere
She asked him
To her surprise, he refused
It broke her heart like a mirror
with her real face on the other side feeling pain
All I can say is
She's an actress
A great actress
She asks them how their day was
And gives them a grin
She teaches her "philosophy"- Think Win-Win
Yeah, right
But beyond that cheer is something called fear
of being on the outside of life
Beyond that joy is something that boy
left when he walked away
Leaving her in the dark
If she's an actress, she's the best
Or is she being real? Maybe she's happy that it
Happened, but if she's happy,
He's the one that's heartbroken
Walking away cause he saw it was a dare
A dare for herself, but he's wrong
She's an actress
A great actress
She revolves her life around him
When he refused, he broke her heart
Her real girl-next-door life
She failed girl-next-door-beautifuls
Thanks to him
She's an actress
He started a new life for her by refusing
If her philosophy was Think Win-Win,
he would have said yes
He would have said yes
She's an actress
A great actress