"jackman" poems
Inside, I’m a house-cat with claws like Hugh Jackman- he’s been waiting on hold for an hour and a half.
I’m a Ghost-type Pokemon wearing a powder blue LT jersey from a time when JT was all glamour shots.
Today I’ll smoke a bowl next to my open window and then spend the entire night hoping my parents stay brainwashed by the Smart TV.
How come all the advertisements on the side of each website I view are related to me in some way or form?
Sometimes I have dreams about shadow monsters hanging out with my Cookie Monster doll.
When I sob my father’s name, it responds by tickling my toes at the end of the bed and twisting my ******* when I fall back to sleep.
My ears are like Batman’s pet bat, except in this world my eyes accumulate wax.
I’m a house-cat hopped up on cat-nip and I can’t sleep so let me be.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
this years Tony Awards
had the best ever emcee
he filled the auditorium
with a panoply of glee
his tap dancing routine
enthralled everyone
as did the comedy
stuff that he spun
he's a man of stage
and of silver screen
that Jackman chap
can certainly set a scene
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Oh glorious day, did my eyes deceive?
So long the wait had been I could not believe,
That the time had come, so bright and fair,
My poor and barren chin would no longer be bare.
No more would I shave in vain attempt
To feel manly and escape contempt
From my bearded brother, whom according to he,
Could grow a full beard by the age of 3.
Oh how he'd be proven wrong from now on,
That even 'Baby Faced Jack' could possibly grow one,
Soon I'd have more hair than could be counted.
So much in fact I would never be discounted,
By burly builders and stubbly cooks
And have my age judged as 12 based on my looks.
Oh, what possibilities could be within my grasp,
Sideburns, goatees, chin beards OOH A Moustache
Ah, so many new ways to help me look prim and distinguished,
Like Hugh Jackman but better because I'm... English?
But as I pet, stroke and caress this wonderful hair,
My eyes widen in fear and despair
It was not what it seemed, it just wasn't fair,
This wonderful thing must have come from elsewhere,
For as I prided over becoming a man,
That tiny hair fell off right into my hand.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
Writing,
Reflecting the inmost being, or simply what's wallowing at the top of the subconscious.
Consciousness, divinity, split pea soup shredding through me.
Mental perceptivity and **** beads: better out than in, I always say.
Check yourself before you Shrek yourself.
Green Onions tell me in grocery stores, "It's never Ogre."
I once thought the world to be flat. Maybe you thought that, perhaps you didn't.
Fluid change of though patterns strike at the heal of the what wasn't.
Wasps leave me be. I drained the pool where I used to be.
He told me the other day; he told me nothing.
Hugh Jackman's nasally in the Les Miserables film. That doesn't rhyme with anything, it's just true.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
If you want to be my valentine, you don't have to shower me with fine wine
I would rather just spend time with you
I don't need flowers which too quickly wilt
You don't need to be built like Hugh Jackman to be my man
I don't need to get a box of chocolates, even though I like them
It would be sweet enough to listen to your jokes, and to laugh at them
I know there are more important things than money
You don't need to feel that you need to impress or be best dressed
We are already the best of friends
I just have one question "Will You Be My Valentine"?
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
I would be in heaven,
if I have the style of David Niven.
Or the voice of George Sanders.
I would be in heaven,
if I had the comedic style of Benny Hill.
It would be a delight.
It would be a thrill.
To have the qualities of these Englishmen.
I been in heaven,
if I could play the guitar of Eric Clapton.
Or the theatric of **** Jagger.
Say, what you want?
He knows how to thrill a crowd.
Not once, will you not see them going wild.
Even the gent Peter O' Toole was the best of the cool.
Same, with the great actor Michael Caine.
And it never could be a hurting to not be Richard Burton.
Who had style and grace?
Dalton, Moore and Connery, all contributed a personal style to James Bond.
And , even this man named Daniel Craig.
Not to over look Pierce Bronsnan.
It's something about the guys of the United Kingdom.
We see coolness even in Prince Charles.
Whom probably learn this from his lovely mom.
Notice, the way ladie admires Hugh Jackman.
Only, if I had these gents accent.
I probably could try to fake it.
Except, who woud I be fooling?
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
Thank you
For the body that has defined, gleaming muscles
So lined and lean, like fire and rope all twisted into you
Thank you
For the hair that it constantly slicked back into that perpetual wave
The sideburns that come down to your chin and turn into stubble
Thank you
For the awesome acting
And insane explosions you can walk away from unharmed
Thank you
For the face that could make angels weep
That holds so much beauty that I crumble inside
Thank you
For the accent that takes on a lilt from Britain when you aren't on set
A hint of something else enriching the tone
Thank you
For being 40 something
Because otherwise you wouldn't be safe from me
Thank you
For being Hugh Jackman
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Nostalgia
Similar ways , similar game, similar pain ... you said you were different but you're definitely just the same....
Familiar ways , familiar pain , familiar place, familiar shame....
You know my name ..you know my face..... you claimed that you knew me.. but you obviously Don't....
Guess I must be crazy ... crazy to think that things were just a little hazy......or you must be crazy ....or are we both crazy....
A. Jackman
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC