"imax" poems
The Violent Storm by the Water
(Do You Trust Your Imagination)
was not unexpected
but its fury was without compare,
poet awake in semi-preparation
living by water should be a human right for all,
even a small room, overlooking, gives new meaning to
perspective
we blessed with a patio door, encased in a glass window big enough for a smallish elephant to come visit and play with children
a storm is observed up close and personal as if one was in
an IMAX 3D theater, and the edges of existence were being redefined,
sharpened by fury, tooled by tools untouched by mortal hands
miles of bay illuminated with bass drum furious accompaniment
stand before the screen,
poets arms outstretched as a supplicant,
the light of the lightening passes through him,
yet , behind me, she still sleeps
then the entire house shakes, reverberates, as if to say:
”tremble humans, cower, you are not permitted to watch my majesty, for such it was when created heaven and earth”
bold poet window worshipping
risky answers:
“but who will know
if even a poet cannot declaim sights
no one else has seen?”
”true, true, but you must choose if poet truly,
do you trust your imagination human,
to prove that the powers of the heavens are limitless?”
write of storms unseen and nature endless miracles
***”then you may call yourself
a miracle too,
a poet***”
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
To the ancient Egyptians
hieroglyphics looked like
IMAX-HD blockbusters;
Renaissance art is so real
it's like the Holy Family's
really right in front of u!
gamers & pervs lose their
egos to avatars & **** -
the surplus visual culture
strikes future generations
like silent movies today;
commercials are empty &
expensive; drama, cliched
stereotypes for the money;
gone are the days of Baal
& Dionysus, & gone are the
ecstatic frenzies, gone are
realism & surrealism; space
is our new home, now forget
everything u've ever known
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
and waiting and everything
in everyway, and everyday,
and everynight, waiting
seems
like a movie playing on an IMAX screen
and I'm the character in every scene,
and it all looks so plastic, oddly idyllic,
a situation drastic, I live in,
feeling like a dream,
nothing seems solid, no gravity,
just me
alone but with people doing their rounds,
the only thing missing
are the clowns.
that like to juggle in your dreams,
but the scream,
are not monsters or ghosts,
just real live old people,
dying in streams,
and every minute taking me away,
and leaving no trace
just me erased,
for all intents and
purposes.,
lonely, awaiting and cursed.
_______
can't wait for it to be over soon
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
I kept a screen
Before my mind,
To re-run clips
Of your fine lines.
Glad for new-age technology,
The IMAX use of 3D;
I'll use the big screen monolith
To screen the edit
Of your breadth and width.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Amble On Gently
A star in my coffee...
It's immaculate Con-inception
The nature and science had a babe
and it's name is memory drip percolator
Human hybridization is no myth
It's me, it's you.
It's organic, it's mechanic
Oh, yeah!
For a braver new world
Cyberterrorism is practiced daily in the US,
not by misguided, youth troops
It's banks, advertising, and marketing
It those of us that like to pretend
Things certain things would never happen
Humanity's dreams are sold daily
Do you have stock in companies that support such things?
Do you remember being offered a pill to see your first IMAX film?
Dark money can't save you.
Did what they could, and sold the rest...
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
I pray I live to the day
I can open myself in a way
That would clearly portray
In full HD 4K on an IMAX display
Just how my mind has done me wrong in the worst way
©2024
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
Bellicose beer-belled bad-asses
Bawdily belting down brewskies
Usually, boozily, bruisily beating
On weaker, sleeker funseekers
In the bar where they are, far
From anything like maturity
Hip hip hooray for unhip USA.
Ballyhooing big screen viewing
Myopic eyes watch others exercise
Freedom-hating grouch on a couch
Itching, ******** psoriasis and sloth
Unread armchair Brother of the Cloth.
One of the minions of opinions,
Hardened against morality, reality.
Saying it every day: USA, USA, USA!
Hating, bating, aggravating, skating
Right past solutions, conclusions
Preferring propaganda, ***** Miranda,
Stop mollycoddling, bottling up anger
Christ in the manger should be law
But they guffaw at reading The Book;
They took their religion from TV.
Freedom for me, not thee, in my USA.
Got mine, ***** yours, rights immune;
That tune don’t play here. No queers
No browns, yellows, Hindus or Jews.
I’ve got news you can use, I abuse
And oppress guys in a dress, yes!
Even if he’s white, it still ain’t right.
The Constitution is old, it just teases.
Mine is Republican Jesus for the USA.
A pigeon for old time religion and God
Everyone else is odd. I saw the movie.
It was groovy and pretty. Went to the city
Saw it in Imax, no blacks in the theater
Thanks to The Creator that gave us all
The intelligence to call things right.
Hip hip hooray for being lily white.
Hip hip hooray for the KKK USA.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
Girl
No, better than girl
Better than playground crushes
Summertime blushes
Fleeting rushes
And cheeks, those flushes
Not girl
But woman
Etched in notebooks
Eyes that look
Through soul
Grace visions
Pinpoint precision
Woman
In technicolor
Live
Electric, but wireless
In 4320p
High dynamic range
And legs for days
I see you
Cinematic
And wild in you ways
Like watching for the
First time a nature
Documentary
And knowing the lion is king
But the lioness, the hunter
Not cub I seek
But grown
Wonderful
Dangerous
Vivacious
Passionate
Woman
In technicolor
A world not her own
But give it time
As she toils
And breaks
And creates
And tries
And amazes
And blazes
And screams
And relaxes
And I stand in wonder
Under the weight
The awe
Of her
Woman
In technicolor
In worlds lost to the black and white
Of conformity
And distortion
The contortion of which
Make her seem small
But she not
At
All
She is technicolor
Made for IMAX screens
And this boy
Hoping to prove to be
Man’s
Dreams
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
we stared at it for a good five minutes,
children around a rope swing body too afraid of the drop, so he jumped.
One of us poked at it, jabbed it 'til its petals fell off:
thrown flowers from the overpass above,
lightly dropped, not a touchdown distance here,
well,
whoever misplaced them was distant, over horizon line, past Joey joke,
they were stumbling upon well written blurbs of people
rendering all reading pointless, we're all the same, these flowers don't matter,
or they'd seen their other tired and said
please hide your luggage, dear, it's slowing us down
then stormed out and off, flowers in tow, Elizabeth's got her Way, let's leave everything here.
For this show of all things cute and affordable from Clintons
was an IMAX, Nolan Cameron's *** crack screen-shot of despair,
another pop at the small guy
kick him whilst he's up,
don't let that year 2000 pip of pulp sitting hammock in his stomach fool you,
that's perfectly normal,
carry on,
a meal for one in a **** themed restaurant,
this evening's more pointless than a mortgage on a salami,
sharpie on whale skin, what's the point in that,
probably something.
We weren't a we, but we should've been,
that would've been fun, something to talk about later on.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
briefly cancer dead before it knows
me well enough make judgement
but i to blame fluorescent cigarette
smoking exhaust walk street-side
no matter what i do choice mine to
serve-vive imperial clip-clop mingle
with the disease on the dr's clipboard
such is life in disgust and days are zero
-point finance game to lingering carbon
monoxide monotony monotone marriage
syndrome granted a free pass to imax un
to death do we partially consider one another
in
luv
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Ain’t seen you in ages
Let’s get married in vegas
Lunar phases, lunar ******
Space **** with a built in dongle
Stars at night super fast internet
Watch your favourite movie
Fastened onto a turbojet
Pornstars in your eyes
Scarlett Skies
Supermassive slack hole explicit
I’m just giving you sound bites, apéritif
Cosmic ****** if you must
Hot to the touch I’m growing up
While you’re looking down gasping
Hands clasping, rocket launch
Houston this missile is staunch
Better turn the lights off
Things are about to get ******
So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright
So now you’re full of rocket fuel
Engines ready isn’t ******** cool?
Deep space walking, space dazzle
Starship cougar from Newcastle
Tell me all your secrets
The ones that cause you hassle
Those stockings look nice
Northern tights
Blasting them off into unknown heights
Outside the atmosphere air is light
Unidentified arousal phenomena
Explore her Andromeda
The Milky Way sprayed on her front
I must be blunt, space passport scan
Tells star bureau I’m an OG spaceman
Space duty frees large Toblerone
Radiation sickness and no suntan
Cosmic ****** if you must
Light speed chat up lines
In stardust I’m gonna draw you signs
Baby can’t get enough of my ***
So I showed her in IMAX
Double ***** cokes with treble ******
Jelly legs.
So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
When I close my eyes
I've an IMAX silver screen;
My projection room is stacked
With reels of a re-run dream.
I'm typecast as leading man,
You're the starlet, so it seems.
Today I'm screening tragedy,
That I played like comedy.
Two reels have played,
I'll need three,
To disuade me playing a parody.
I'll need to re-write,
And a location set;
I haven't run
The credits yet.
You protested the direction;
The hero fades out with rejection.
It's a cliff-hanger.
Will the girl return
A fallen damsel?
A chastised angel?
A spiteful devil?
I'm lying waiting
To dream the sequel.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
i made with you / gumby graphics
gifts of kiss
parameters of malleable minutia in misfit music
meanderings of our midnight sting
our bodies in bonafide brevity, singing
seeking seiks' mischievous apathies
on the fringes
IMAX movie-like scenes without acting out / words
tongues
the levity or suspenseful sanctions / unhinged
members and mouths mapping galactic absurdities
Mars and mercurial in star-crossed appetites
burning as suns should; meteorites / streaking sky;
in wonderful dining and gustful bites - eyes
full of asteroid-desires coalescing
masculinity in every copious opus / in rites
of unforgiving depths / in blinding supernova nights,
forever ever / in a name of fantastics and amoebas
these boys worshipping planets x, y, z / emotions coax & ***** elastic
strength of steeds, drinking the implacid body's
mead / wrestling without a fight's reprieve
fires, our mouths, / incite body-art / completely received
intrigued with warm inner spaces
paint brush of hours in museums of sweat / engraved,
encased / ******** sunburst theories on theories of tastes
and comets stroked / our body-art in hues
which love forever ever levitates . . . in spacial haste
wormholes and Thanatos amused.
Beautiful Eros rain : Bodies paint.
(nebulae & you.)
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
he's all American
blue eyes, red face - white lies
she's all American
blew money, well read, wide eyes -
flipping this coin
I'm about to flip out -
either way, we're headed for failure
tails between our legs - since 9/11
i knew something wasn't present -
maybe that's love
maybe that's greater -
maybe that love, has us meeting our maker -
maybe that love, isn't giving us our sacred ****** -
you arrived at the gates and got an IMAX ticket -
wolves among sheep
i see the future -
money in my pocket for no reason
not yet though, i have to learn
to let go, first
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
The way your fingers trace the outline of my face
The way you wrap your hand around my lower back and pull me in closer
I taste and feel your tongue caressing mine and the pill that comes with it tastes better than what heaven is supposedly like because its from you
The devil must have created because you're sinfully perfect
I bite into your candy coated lips and dig my fingers into your back
I don't want to wake up with dust all over from the sand man telling me it isn't reality
Because I can touch the blue colors up above
Everything so vivid like watching a movie in IMAX especially that GREEN grass
Oh Mary-Jane how Spider-Man loved her
But I'm pretty sure we loved her more
It was an out-of-body experience
I had to replay the video over and over and over until I stopped because I knew It had to end. That it would end early so to keep me from hurting I pressed pause.
But what I didn't realize that the hurt was there before I was floating on cloud 9. My face turned hot, I began to breathe loudly hoping I would get out of this bad condition
I can't just wait here confused burned up and wishing
I asked the question I got what I wanted
Is this how you feel or am I being taunted?
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
One minute past midnight on the first day of Jan.
Was born a baby girl.
Six pounds two.
With eyes of sparkling sapphire blue.
Delicate,
Crystal skin and a mop of brown curls,
Blessed with cherry rosy cheeks.
On the first day of February.
At quarter past two.
She took her first faltering steps toward you.
Wobbled,
Fell landed on her bottom with a bump.
Knocked her head
Oops a lump.
The first of March.
She had a ball.
Her first day at school.
Didn't like it much.
Missed her mum.
School wasn't cool.
The first of April, she was no more the fool.
Became a teenager,
Adult school.
She liked it a little bit more.
Found friends.
May the first her bubble burst.
Found her first boyfriend.
Went to the Imax.
Played let's pretend.
Pretend that they were adults.
June came in.
Her love had grown.
With emotions like she'd had never known.
Everything tickled and felt really sweet.
By July they were wed.
Happy ever after.
Or so it was said.
In August,
To them,
Twins were born.
A lad and a lass.
September came.
Her joints began to ache.
Her once shiny hair streaked with grey.
Wrinkles crept across her face.
Still with laughter lines, ingrained.
October carried grandchildren.
Life, bought them to her door.
Who, but her could ever want more.
November came.
Her hair was white.
She really couldn't leave her chair.
Her husband passed.
He left her low,
Feeling abandoned.
All alone.
End of December.
Christmas came.
Christmas went.
Twas the end of December.
She passed.
Breathed her last.
January the first bought her a funeral.
Cost a pretty penny.
Well spent.
Buried beside her darling.
At the crest of the hill.
And so the sun went down!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
New stars are debuting
On the galactic red carpet.
The IMAX night screens
The hand and foot print constellations
Illumed by the stage lights
In a heavenly theatre.
Shooting stars burned out
After their final take.
It's a wrap.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Iphones,ipads,ipods
3d,4k,Imax
E-books,online music and movies
Herbal tea,Green tea...and what not health drink
Six-packs,designer clothes,diamond-studded watches
E-mail,video chat,social networks
Selfies,groupfies,swimfies(God help us!!!)
Racism,discrimination,advanced weapons system
Fast cars,fast motorcycles,fast life
The modern day advancements and sophistications at times baffle me
Have they actually made life simpler?
Or have in fact complicated it?
The era i grew up in
We didn't really have that much choices
We had to be content with whatever was around
And we were
In fact we were pretty happy
And now look at us..we are spoilt for choices
We don't know what to leave and what to take
I miss the era of the '80s and the '90s
We used to look forward to going to the fair
We loved playing out in the sun
We loved reading
I miss writing letters
I miss looking at black and white photographs
I miss taking autographs
I miss cassetes and tape-recorders
I miss taking a walk at night without the fear of getting mugged or shot
The kids today at times they scare me
The things they do....
...At times it's hard to tell whether they are super-intelligent or super-dumb!
Computer games,getting laid and smoking pot...that's what a lot of them seem to think about!
They seem to be so engrossed in their phones..that at times it's hard to tell whether they realize that there is a world outside of their phones
And the norm now just baffles me
You wanna dump someone..just text that person
No calling or even meeting that person
They don't even got time to talk their parents!
Sometimes i wish that i was born in the early 1900's and i died in the same era
Agreed that back then there wasn't so much amenities or facilities like we have today
But life was much more simpler and peaceful
And most of all people in general were much more tolerant
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
On our way to being rich one needs no distractions/
wealth of opportunity poor interactions/
decide on your route best course map it/
from behind it can appear to be back-assward/
know looking back they'll duplicate your actions/
The road less traveled don't got the grass cut
don't no enough?
do know that much/
the old way corrected it's a new era/
no vacancy no room for error/
build upon your flaws till you high on the terrace/
down to street level of which you've merit/
warranted the hate opposition means your on to something/
nebulous roots basically we spawn from nothing/
bravery or slavery chasing the glory/
truth of the matter history ain't gone tell most our story/
I rather write mine than some one write it for me/
guidelines for the young and restless so they won't have the same occurrences/
it's not about I more like IMAX get the bigger picture/
you can only trend when tend to do things different/
I dare you to implement change/
In this day and age/
or you too afraid of what others might say/
Just remember We don't remember those that do the same/
we only recognized those that pave the way/
Yes those are the risk you have to take/
If you wanna be revered 100 years from today/
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
that was great
ten years later
lalique recollections
you weren't really there
like most of us
the music
we danced
& drank till we fell
down a new abyss
imax balcony
something to immediately
post
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
Don't put me in these
four corners
Labels you set on stone
You'll never really understand me
'til you pick me up
And take me home
I'm 5D in Imax
You'll need those special shades
And with it, you still won't get me
for I'm just that complex
I guess that's why there's an avenue
For a side of me you'll "know"
A little sneak peek, a preview
And that's all I'll care to show
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
Who? can't get it right, day or night
Who is black who is white
Who is never wrong and always right
Who is it only likes to play
But suffers every night and day
Who is it, thinks that they were born
Who is it feeds their unicorn
Not you, not me
Must be somebody
It's someone that we only find
Looking deep inside a mind
The room inside no one has seen
With a global IMAX screen
The little person in the chair
Sits and stares at light and air
He doesn't understand the 'deal'
He thinks his world is really real
There are no windows to his world
He's every boy, he's every girl
There is no night, there is no day
There is nowhere outside to play
He simply needs to close his eyes
And watch the screen inside his mind
Where he can choose to see
A movie called
....'Perpetual Tranquility'
Sean Hunt
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC