"premiere" poems
SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon.
Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked.
The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3]
Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
99% of Americans don't know
That penguins run the world
That's why they all wear suits
Because world **********
Requires a dress code
Yeah it may look silly
To see a penguin waddle around
But have you ever seen
Black Friday stampedes
And midnight premiere lines
Our penguin overlords are benevolent
If they wanted we'd all be gone
Or forced to work in their egg warming factories
And they keep operations where it's cold
Because they know we like where it's warm
And they keep an eye on us from our zoos
I've been to the zoo in Columbus
I've seen how those penguins watch us
I know they are in control
1% of Americans know
That penguins rule the world
And now that you've read this,
That makes 2%
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
What does it take? It doesn't matter I'll do
Famous last words spoken by a fool
Quest never ending for what is true
Match my wit it's on let's duel
Do you want it nasty?Well I can be
Bend you a new reality
Play with you..Play with me
Share my imagination so you can see
World premiere like a movie feature
Release inhibitions my sensuous creature
Adults play rough I wont beat you
Tickle your treasure hmm I might eat you
I'll be the teacher..time for schooling
Spank ***** red is my ruling
No expectations..stop assuming
Hunger for each other has us drooling
Bag of tricks long or thick
Lay them all out make your pick
Set explosion light your wick
Focus vibrate till insides spit
Now tell me what does it take to earn
Passage to your passion feel its burn
In mind..In body..key I turn
Open up, let me in, I want to learn...
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
i burnt the roast on christmas day.
my loves sat in silent pain
waiting for my neck to crane.
summers night and winters rain
couldn't cook this ******* roast again
i cant believe i burned the ******* roast.
each of them had different reasons
to feel so **** upset this season
it never felt right to believe in
love that can feel so uneven
ive cooked this ******* roast before i dont know how i ****** it up so bad
these seconds will never pass
table breaks the hourglass
my wife she's a lovely lass
why didnt she cook the ******* roast instead
**** **** **** **** **** ****
a look of sadness on my face
anxious forks hit sides of plates
i look to my loves and say
im not sure there'll be roast today
how could you burn the ******* roast on christmas?
the wine was almost nearly empty
most of it from my aunt wendy
whose husband left when she was twenty
but she brought some new man lenny
who also drank most of the wine
and was also upset that i burned the ******* roast
i didnt drive all the way out here
just to drink a couple beer
i know it may not be premiere
but bring that ******* roast out dear
okay mom.
i went back to the kitchen to get the burnt ******* roast
i found my wife her head ashake
frowning down to my dismay
you burnt the roast on christmas day
we'll find the love in your mistake
she kissed me
i tasted the roast and it wasnt that bad
i mean, it was pretty bad
but it was still there.
all those chairs, a different person
neither in their finest version
let my love be a diversion
**** you from your introversion
i burnt the roast on christmas day
lets find the love in our mistakes
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
Your pillowcase
Is still in my closet,
Remember when you
Let me borrow it?
My fever sweat
Soaked through mine
And you were kind
Enough to let
Me use yours
So I could be comfy,
You constantly
Took care of me,
A monthly ordeal,
Ordering meals
Every night,
Every morning
The white hot light
Of mourning
Keeping me
Yawning
In my bed,
I didn't leave
For days,
Where could I go?
So confused and dazed
Watching Dazed and Confused
On infinite play
On the tube
With no attention paid,
Cuz its your favorite movie,
It got me lost
In thoughts of
Going to the premiere
At the cinema
Near
The mall where
You used to rack shirts,
They're both gone now,
Replaced with a Hertz,
Some condos
Of minimal worth,
And a David's bridal
Full of gowns
I'll never see you wear,
Cuz you disappeared
Into a habit,
A rabbit hole
Smeared
With ancient demons
That appeared resolved,
But in fact
Were the reasons
Your love dissolved,
As well as the ambition
To solve
Life's questions,
Your mission
Became
Obsessive
Injections,
Oh, my
Jesse,
I wish I
Still had
Your affection,
But the reaper
Has added
You to his
Collection
Already,
So I guess
I'll hold
Steady,
And maybe
He'll
Take me
Soon,
Cuz I'm
*******
Ready
To sail
To the
Moon.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
~The mindless premiere
of a
tropic-colored
inwardness,
reaching...
a handful may
transfigure
a crowd of atoms...
with the
dear life of it All~
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Oh where, oh where is the puppeteer?
Surely he's moved on to another career
Up and left a lot of us just hanging here
Swung gently by a lonely gust of meandering air
As we masquerade as some fleshy chandelier
What could've happened to cause a reaction so severe?
No surprise to the wise that a why has never been made clear
Knowing nothing but to my right is doubt, to my left is fear
Needless to say, that's all I'm privy to hear
Day in and day out, long enough that it's easier to tally by the year
I was unaware that a situation could even be cavalier
I've held onto memories that now serve as an unwanted souvenir
And no one can know for sure, but I believe I just shed my last tear
But that doesn't mean the emotions disappear, no, they just blur and cohere
With a jump scare they premiere as unfamiliar in a mirror
But I have no desire, I don't have the will to explore a new frontier
Hey, look here, is that salvation or an end that draws near?
I'm going to stick around just to be clear on who's here
Cause I've been fool before by an imposter Paul Revere
©2024
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 1:58 AM UTC
People attending the London premiere of a new film about Nelson Mandela were told of his death as the closing credits rolled, on 5th December 2013. My new poem is written in honor of the anti-apartheid icon and I invite you to read it here https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lights-Madiba-Action/345492948926266 .
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
The kid’s quiet
then she teeters in,
all glamour and glitz.
The Ritz is asking,
Mademoiselle, for your
curtain call dress,
a glitterball gown,
dragging by your feet—
oh, but her shoes!
Duty bound cardinal
red swim in the eye
like the carpet you
ought to premiere on.
It matches the lipstick
rub, your lips a yolk
as though you had drawn
over the lines, a smear
having caught the pearl
shawl around your neck.
Those your grandmother
passed down, you say?
She would be so proud.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Gabrielle Union wore a gorgeous fall look in New York City while promoting her show, Being Mary Jane, on Tuesday.
The 42-year-old looked like a vision in her fitted white Sophia Kah dress with crimson lace overlay, as she was spotted leaving Live With Kelly and Michael.
The short-sleeved frock featured intricate detailing on the upper portion, while the bottom half was all white.
The skintight dress, which showed off the Think Like a Man star's amazing body, fit her like a glove.
The pop of color from the wine-colored lace added a bold touch to an otherwise minimal look.
The Bring It On actress kept the bold vibes going by choosing shiny gold heels, which added a new dimension to the look.
She added gold rings to compliment her similarly hued strappy heels with gray polished nails.
The Being Mary Jane star wore her shoulder length dark hair loose and wavy.
Opting for a more vampy makeup look, the starlet wore smokey eye shadow, glossy red lips and rosy cheeks.
During her appearance on the morning show, the She's All That actress wore a more understated look, rocking gray slacks, a black top and bright pink heels as she spoke to Michael Strahan and guest host Ciara, who filled in for Kelly Ripa.
The brunette is married to NBA star Dwayne Wade, who plays for the Miami Heat. The couple first met in 2009 and married in August 2014.
Her husband has three sons: 13-year-old Zaire Blessing Dwayne, eight-year-old Zion Malachi Airamis and two-year-old Xavier Zechariah, from previous relationships.
The 33-year-old athlete also raises his 13-year-old nephew Dahveon.
On her show, she plays the character Mary Jane Paul, an on-camera reporter who has to juggle work, love and family.
The third season of Being Mary Jane premieres on October 20th on BET.
The starlet is also currently filming The Lion Guard, an animated TV series where she voices the character of Nala, set to premiere on the Disney Channel in 2016. She recently wrapped The Lion Guard: Return of the Roar TV movie, which premieres this November.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Peace of mind.
A breath of harmony.
Become lost, then find
the thought so free.
Discard each limit.
Both high and low.
Take a hit...
Desire to know.
The loss of fear.
A comfort so near.
Passion so deep.
These things so dear.
Darling take a leap...
The dead can sleep.
Welcome to the soul's premiere.
Meaning you shall reap.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 8:32 PM UTC
At a party, a gym,
anywhere the lighting is dim.
Along the shore, down in the subway,
during an overnight stay.
On Christmas morning,
by the fire where she's warming...
She is the hunted.
Amidst war, conflict, and revolution,
in the confessional during absolution.
For retribution or initiation,
after a movie premiere's celebration.
In the pool, the jacuzzi,
when drugged and woozy...
She is the hunted.
When did the female species
become a personal plaything?
An implicit right of lords, masters, and kings?
A gratification tool to sadists & seducers,
ego-fed athletes, even film producers?
She is the hunted...
in this cathedral of misogyny,
an unholy ground where hands
can never come clean.
At what age, Malusha, did your little boy
become a ******
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
The top-secret nature of Allison Williams‘ wedding made it all the more special.
“One of the most special things about the wedding was that it was actually very personal and very private,” the “Girls” star gushed at the premiere of Forevermark’s new film, “It’s a Long Journey to Become the One” on Wednesday night.
Williams, who wed College Humor co-founder Ricky Van Veen in September, kept guests in the dark regarding the actual locale of the star-studded affair, even setting up a decoy site to lure the paparazzi away from the actual ceremony at the Brush Creek Ranch in Saratoga, Wyoming.
“It was something that mattered to me in a sense of just wanting it to feel really intimate, and to feel like an experience that we shared as a family and with our closest friends,” said Williams, 27. “I feel really happy about the fact that it was exactly that.”
After father Brian Williams walked Allison down the aisle, Tom Hanks officiated as the couple said their “I do’s” in front of pals including Lena Dunham, Katy Perry andSeth Meyers.
“It’s an emotional day and people were free to feel whatever emotions they were feeling,” the newly married actress said.
Williams shared a few snaps of her wedding on Instagram, including a stunning shot of her custom-made Oscar de la Renta gown.
“Peter [Copping, de la Renta’s creative director] grew up being around horses and ranches and immediately understood the aesthetic I was going to be in,” Williams explained of the design process. “It came together kind of organically.”
Though Williams let the designers work their magic, she did have a special request.
“I wanted sleeves because I’m always cold.”
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
i had a dream - you and i
were forty-ish in a room
stuck at some premiere,
maybe yours, maybe mine
our eyes would meet
and i think, or maybe i hope
neither of us would look away
and you would finally smile
and i would smile
and that would be enough
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
i get this sort of sickly feeling
every time july comes around
because with every summer day
that i realize that you’re
not here
comes the kind of sting that you feel
when you’re shaving your legs
and the blade nicks the thin layer of skin
on the back of your achille’s tendon.
you should be at my side
volunteering to herd the children
like cattle into the mess hall,
because you’re allergic to peanuts
and because i looked pretty.
you should be sitting across the
table from me at breakfast
not directly
diagonally; one seat to the right;
giving me a knowing smile every time you catch my eye.
you should be jokingly making fun of my
unshaved thighs
when really you don’t expect me to change them at all.
you should still be working with me
in the kitchen
doing trash rounds
in the garden, weeding in the blazing sun
while all of my insecurities drip down my skin
with the sweat beads that roll and race each other.
you should be trying to hold the camera steady
as your shoulders bounce lightly from your laughter,
deep chuckles and the occasional squeak due to a
voice crack
as i pick up chickens and sing to them,
and smile at the camera.
you should be apologizing to me
for your ex-girlfriend calling my phone
and requesting you,
even though it’s not your fault.
you should still be nestled against me,
your sad, fragile head resting in my lap,
as you ask me why you deserve what she does
and i tell you that you don’t
and gently rock your worries away.
you should be wrapping your arms around me,
not as a goodbye,
not as a hello,
not even as an i’ve missed you,
or an i’m sorry,
not as a martyr
or a lover,
but as the best friend you used to be.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
I still remember when you first aired
your series premiere. I quickly fell in love
and tuned in every night. I certainly had
no need to record the action,
the comedy, the drama.
Reruns were nostalgic memories
of the new episodes that I never missed.
You couldn’t find the right time slot for me
and we grew apart. It wasn’t the same.
You seldom aired until you stopped airing altogether.
How do you feel knowing that you are my cliffhanger
ending to a canceled show? I could shy away
from television altogether or find a new favorite show
and appreciate what you had to offer when you were around.
Maybe I’ll read a book instead.
I am walking away from the static
rain on the screen. I still remember
the series premiere when you first aired.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Comme on voit sur la branche au mois de may la rose,
En sa belle jeunesse, en sa premiere fleur,
Rendre le ciel jaloux de sa vive couleur,
Quand l'Aube de ses pleurs au poinct du jour l'arrose ;
La grace dans sa feuille, et l'amour se repose,
Embasmant les jardins et les arbres d'odeur ;
Mais batue ou de pluye, ou d'excessive ardeur,
Languissante elle meurt, fueille à fueille déclose.
Ainsi en ta premiere et jeune nouveauté,
Quand la Terre et le Ciel honoraient ta beauté,
La Parque t'a tuee, et cendre tu reposes.
Pour obseques reçoy mes larmes et mes pleurs,
Ce vase plein de laict, ce panier plein de fleurs,
Afin que vif et mort ton corps ne soit que roses.
1k
You were here on holiday, only stopping in on the big move to England
And I was just a lost girl, a little wandering wonder,
And so I was here for 90 days, and I knew you for two
We met in the afternoon in a pub
It was that ***** early 20's, new and a little exciting kind of thing
And you had an instant fan in me
You were smart, you were funny, well-dressed and fairly kind
And you talked about all the stupid things I liked
And I watched your strengths and I wondered if you too saw your weaknesses,
And I loved that you were afraid to cry at the new Star Wars premiere
And so we got a little tipsy, paid the tab and left to find ourselves more sweet, sweet beer at a more reasonable price for two such kids
And so we got drunk on a park bench on €1 beers
And we listened to your scattered songs
And we kissed in those old Spanish streets as if we'd been in young love for centuries
When it had really only been about 3 hours since we'd seen each other first
But it was good, and it was nice, and we both needed it, I think
So the next day we met again
You were just as funny, just as kind, and this time, even more well-dressed, in your smart leather shoes
And we did it all over again on day two
The pub, the beers, the bench, the tacky kisses and the bits of banter
And the next day, you left
But we still keep in touch
And I'd like to see you again
I'm hoping for a day three
I'm a big fan of yours
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
The world is a trip,
One road leads to diamonds and gold,
The other can lead to sadness controlled.
In math theres a solution to 2+2 =4
But me and you comes to a war,
I have a bed you may sleep on the floor.
Some have a family of love and trust.
Some hit the road with nothing with the knowledge there not worth it.
And others head in the sky with millions cause there getting into college.
There is no winner.
We of all are the same as equal so thanks for the dinner.
Come call it lucky to live in a shed,
Others like told as a saying no path but hope and praying,
A dream would be equal a premiere id make millions,
Youd all see the premiere,
But leave the house that beats yo mamma,
In your head relief the trauma,
Keep pushin for reality not the drama.
Give And Give And Give And Give
A smile can push a broken heart to live,
Give your heart to the abused kid,
More recycling more loving more peace. Jessica applegate
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I randomly exist to be
to touch the spectrum in braille
like a mad alchemist who see
through the veil
It is both a blessing and a curse
to see the world with my own eyes
makes everything seems like a rehearse
everyone tries and everyone dies
but what I do, is not a science
To live is an art
'cause if we really live
everything we do is a piece of art
even a gone passion in an artificial world
or artists with eyes of dead artists
all whirled up in fear
as instead of using it as a premiere
chance to give the eye inside
a chance to see through the veil
to be untied and alive
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
*In memory of
Patric Standford
1939 - 2014*
It looks so insubstantial this score,
its opening notes and rhythms
surrounded by a weight of silences,
empty bars where the players rest,
in anticipation, in limbo, rest,
while their colleagues bow and blow
‘in serene cheerfulnesss’,
or so I imagine Hanslick will write
after the premiere. He will say
it is ‘manly but gentle,
animated by good humour
and reflected seriousness’.
What tosh!
And I will say, when I write
to Fritz my publisher,
- and I shall be ironic of course -
‘It is a work of a darker hue,
meditative rather than tragic,
but full of grace and charm.’
Walking the lakeside
at Pörtschach by the Wörthersee
I think all these words and more,
ahead of the notes I shall write here
in my simple room in the Hauptstraße
where today my piano arrived,
to be miraculously tuned
by Herr Grabner’s daughter,
a shy girl, barely sixteen he says
and blind, to my gruff presence
certainly, her small hands,
barely able to stretch the octave,
play at her father’s behest,
my Wiegenlied.
*. . .
Schlaf nun selig und süß,
schau im Traum′s Paradies.*
Ah, that this, indeed, might be so.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Football
Fabulous match,
tackling, saving, dribbling ,
magnificently, brilliantly,
Premiere League.
10/2/2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
High heels
Tight dress
Add a couple thousand to the list
of who I now must impress
Fake lashes
Curled hair
Cameras flash since the sense of
celebrity is in the air
Lipgloss
White smile
Turn and face the people darling,
Let them **** you for a little while
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC