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SG Holter May 2014
Define a full life.
I sleep four-five hours on
Weeknights.
In winter I work in darkness that
Only breaks during mid-day;

With snow blowing sideways,
Finding its stubborn way between
Garments to touch skin
With a thousand needles.
I have one deep scar for every

Week of work.
I've been more cold than warm,
More exhausted than rested,
I've been to death and back; have
Photos of my own heart from
Nearly unsuccessful surgery.

But staying dead was not for me.
With friends and interests like mine,
Heaven held no grounds to hurry.
There is too much music.
Too much wisdom in old eyes, too
Much beauty in brand new ones.  

I wake up in a warm bed
Beside a warm woman,
Eat warm food daily. Both my
Parents still live. My brother is
My best friend.
I meet challenge upon challenge
Upon challenge.
Some I win.

But more important than anything:
I laugh. I laugh and laugh
Until my stomach can't move,
And I smile to the skies
With my face still wet from tears
I wouldn't bother to hide
From anyone, saying
Well played, up there.
Love every scene; every joke; every
Set. The soundtrack is impeccable.  
Characters loveable.
Give my best to the scriptwriters.
They crack me up.

Can't wait to see how it ends.
Promise me a
Sequel.


I'd do it all again.
Define a full
Life.

Then live
It.
Andrew M Bell Feb 2015
It is an ancient Poet
and he stoppeth me.
“Beware of poetry, my son,
She’s a gold digger.
She’ll chew you up and spit you out,
leave you penniless and lying in a gutter,
drunk on absinthe,
while the rich novelists and scriptwriters
step over you, laughing.”

“Hold off! unhand me, greybeard loon!”
Unheeding, I slunk off to my garret
to compose a villanelle,
heavily derivative of Dylan Thomas.
  
I only wanted to get girls,
but before I knew it
I was roaming with the Romantics,
bopping with the Beats
and cruising with the Classicists.
Popping some Pope, shooting some Stevie Smith
or hitting up Heaney,
I was hopelessly addicted.
And I never did get the girl.
Copyright Andrew M. Bell
Max Neumann Feb 2020
why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?

why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?



LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.
Today is a good day.

Youtube: Falco - Junge Römer [Official Music Video]
疲れた  Oct 2013
breathe again
疲れた Oct 2013
shakespeare once said
“the world is a stage, and we as actors”
but we are not just actors, we
are also the scriptwriters
except things don’t always go as planned:
sometimes we don’t get our happily ever after
and sometimes we find ourselves
in a different dimension altogether where
all you know is pain not because
they decided to rewrite your favourite scene
but because they stole the oxygen from your lungs
as they punch a hole no one else but they can fill
and you are left
gasping for air you can never breathe
as long as they are gone
and you know that you will never be able to breathe again
but it does not stop you from
hoping,
yearning,
wanting
for that one day
when you are in their arms,
and you can finally
breathe again
SG Holter  Sep 2014
The Academy
SG Holter Sep 2014
Bringing my
Beautiful girlfriend to watch
My talented brother
Perform on stage

Don't know of
Whom I am the most
Proud
Perhaps

The scriptwriters
That compose my life
The guys at the soundtrack
Department

Deserve an award
Also  
Good job, people
I would like to thank

The casting crew as
Well
Female lead this season
Is an adventure of an actor
Nisha Apr 2020
Beneath the surface danger lurked
Invading forces stealthily worked
Causing panic and suffocation across the seas...
A criminal virus in disguise, amidst busy life
attacked the human race....

Life's at a halt, powerless and crippled
Rags or riches we're all left humbled
Restless are the minds of many apart
Dampened spirit in every heart....
Humans escape to their forests
Animals roam free in zest
Hungry and homeless are penniless
While economy's gone for a toss....
Corpses lie unclaimed, burnt and discarded
Grief and sorrow have hungrily overpowered

Hospitals, labs and the police are warrior bees
There are other saviors too working tirelessly
A vaccine they say is on it's way....
Loved ones are spending time together
Waiting patiently for the storm to weather

Peace on earth as in the garden of Eden
As we settle in our nests during this isolation....  
Nature's joyfully healing, what a content feeling
Humans have joined their hands in prayers
They say God works in mysterious ways!

Scriptwriters see an opportunity
To reel the invisible entity
We'll get to relive the pandemic on screen
Hopefully dead and never to return....

An impending doom, who knew?
Time will decide a life anew!

©16/4/2020 Nisha/AryanAlisha
Star BG  Aug 2017
The World
Star BG Aug 2017
The world is a stage
where we are the scriptwriters,
and performers.

"Time to proof read your life
and make changes inside love."


The world is like a
sculptures studio,
where we artist
are chipping away
old beliefs
to realign and cast a new reality
inside love.

"Time to look upon self
as a masterpiece."


The world is a grand garden
where we are
gardeners and caretakers
of natures beauty.

*
"Time to be responsible to Mother Gia,
realize we are
a walking trees of divinity, and
treat all, all, all
with respect and love."
Universe Poems Sep 2023
Film
Scenes
Sit back
Everyone
watch your journeys in-fact
Real life gives you,
a traditional script premise too
Describing what your script is about
The concept at the heart of the story
Writers glory
Using self expression,
of your feelings and emotions,
creative flow and ideas,
which comes from life
Paramount in Script and Screenplay writing
How many Scriptwriters are out there?
Research Materials
Screenwriting literature books
Screenwriting magazines looks
but individuals in the World,
are already enabled,
with Character actions,
at the very heart of the structure
Nature Art and Culture,
formation of a human-being,
which is needed in Screenplay
Scripts let's write away

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
Yenson Oct 2020
How sad they could not have the drama planned
couldn't even blame Convid 19
it happened before the pandemic
though you could call it all an epidemic in a way
the producers were sure this was it
the Directors were all ready to get to the next level
the scripts were ready though there would be re-writes
as things moved
lots of improvisations would add the edginess
and there would be lots of extras in the frame

It is going to be reality TV at its best
follow the two central characters
there will be pathos galore
suspense, anxiety, fights, love and disappointments
there would be fidelity and infidelities
even moments of silence
the masses will tune in by their thousands
the red carpet would carpet it all and even pay for it
the shoot was about to really begin
lights, stage, camera.......action

They all waited with bated breaths
they were going to love this
privy to inside secrets, able to throw in their paddle
at will or change scenes and action like puppet masters
Then....puff
it all went up in smoke
its over.....a lead has walked away...,no can do
Gone with the Wind is no more, it all has blown away
just like that
Oh how all concerned pined, what a disappointment
what a let-down

Some blamed the lead actress, she had peaked too soon
some blamed her script and the scriptwriters
some said its all part of the act...just a tantalizing break
some just refused to believe and kept on editing their takes
some even pretended they were still shooting
supplying scenarios based on their delusions
some sly Investors are still selling participatory rights to extras
collecting street smart cache by telling extras to keep on acting
its all part of the shoot, we are still on it
tis said one of the lead retired to Greeners Green to drink soup

The other semi-retired said
" what drama, what epic, what nonsense
do I look like I play silly slimy in the rain
I only do serious roles, that's meaningful and sincere,
its one thing to buy into illusions but mass delusion just borders
on utter stupidity
and that's not my scene "
Quite a lot of senseless devotees are still writing script
they are too far gone to be rescued......idiots can't be anything else!
but...!

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