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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...!
Jack Neobard Aug 29
Shall I compare thee to a cradle bright?
Though what shine of diamond gold mighteth beg for comparison’s taste?
Such righteous jealousy fit mere for the maid in the wakest of thy maternality blue.
Thou art always abrighter.

Shall I compare thee to the taste of butter?
Thou art always a sweeter sight; sweeter taste; sweeter touch.
For what canth butter compare to thy winds salted?
Breezes of milk and honey which kisth my tired, loving eyes, as I bid away the sun?

Perhaps thou mightst be held to the mere earthworm? An extension of thy will.
Thy gentle hands. Gardeners of thy Eden. Greeners of the dead and brown.
Ye soft escorts of thy exhausted children; guiding to thy womb; reclaiming our empty vessels in careful embrace when cometh our arrival home.

Alas, continue in such delusional pittings with what fine conscious, I cannot.
If thou beest compared to these prior, thou beest compared to thyself.
Thyself that be butter, earthworm and sun.
Thy maternality to every mater vixitum, and every patron of thy leaf and sky.
Thyself that be peasants of the sand and soil.
That be the tyrants.
That be their toys.
Thou art seen in thy saltwater Saharas,
Felt in thy grass and thy stone,
Heard in the sparrow. In the flicker of a fire drenched in music and dance.
In stories of love and soul.

Shath none dare compare themselves to thee.
Thou art our Gaea. The Earth Mother. Ki.
GAEA SEMPERENTUM means “eternal Earth.”
I decided to take heavy inspiration here from William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 16, and also utilised his vocabulary to the best of my degree.

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