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Celebrity Poems

James Franco

Just another pretty face?
Another Boy with dreams to Fly?
More than this, he knows his place,
Every written word, painted scene, question why.
So … such is life, with a heavy sigh.

From playing with Spiders to being a Man;
Roaming the streets from City to Sea,
Ability grew as distinction began.
Nevertheless, I have to agree -
Creating with paint, or word, or scene; he's
Ornate with talent - right next to James Dean.

Rick Springfield

Rockin' to Lyrics of music & rhyme
Is what brings us hope to a world unknown.
Crying out words of love ... of time
Keeps us all from dancing alone.

Songs of poetry will remain
Pure as they ascend;
Revealing a path that will forever attain
Insight … for the broken heart to mend.
Night and day, when songs appear,
Give trust that all is at peace.
Finding a song which takes us near,
Ignite our minds to release.
Eloquent sounds of rhythm and rhyme -
Leave our world a better place;
Dancing to lyrics of love … of time,
…  leave us with splendor and grace.

Joan

Jotting her name on a contract of fame,
One-Acts evolved to a movie on screen.
Agents aligned, many offers then came;
No wit was as funny, joyful and clean.

 

Monologue’s humor … her greatest forte—
An all-time favored, Working-Girl artist!
Rhetorical tales showed love on display,
Yet setting the scene, she topped-off the list.

 

Chicago, her home, Fidelity’s place,
Unveiled her true path to give to us all.
Sincere are her ways, In & Out of grace,
Alongside talent — fulfilling her call.
Cusack’s a good one to see at the show,
Keeping the movies a great place to go.
 

John

Juxtaposition gave blessings to line,
Onstage he conveyed to Say Anything.
Humor expressed with his dialogue — fine;
Narrative tales were the stories to sing.

 

Producing a War and aimed at Point Blank,
All of us laughed as he gave us his best.
Upstaging them all he climbed up in rank,
Learning the Arts was an eloquent test.

 

Chiasmus words were now his true passion;
Unities came, approaching with balance.
Satire and wit — expressed with intention,
As Good and Evil were given to chance.
Cusack’s become a great movie Icon …
Knowing he’s always just John, Being John.

The Concert

Baby we were Born to Run,
Resonates inside our minds.
Untouched by sadness – surrounded with fun, and
Centered around leaving our troubles behind. We
Echo ‘Brruuuuucce` -  ‘cause he’s one of a kind.

Singing to his lyrics in our Land of Hopes and Dreams,
Prove it all Night – as we feel the beat and Raise [our] Hand. The 
Rising of both hands are to Magic, so it seems, while
Infectious energy comes from the E Street Band.
No one is Dancing in the Dark because we see the Light of Day, we
Give our trust to ‘The Boss’, and
Sing loudly as we give our Hungry Hearts away.
To us, he is the sweetness in a Candy’s Room, yet he
Enchants us with his magical, Fire.
Everyone feels the constant, powerful, musical boom, and
No one is left without a new Bruce Springsteen desire.
Johnny Depp & Edgar Allan Poe

The Importance of Seeing Poe

Once upon a marvelous day, as I was bound about my way,
An extraordinary dream passed across the vision of my eye.
Once inside this inclination, overwhelmed with exhortation,
I felt as if this observation spoke the truth and would not lie.
I vow to you this honestly.  I pledge it true least I should die,
			This I swear not knowing why.

I saw a man, I viewed his mind.  His words were dark yet he was kind.
A passion flowed inside his truthful and implicit human sigh.
I almost fought this apparition, fearing it hallucination.
Then I had a revelation.  Knowing this, I said good-bye.
I said farewell unto my fear of this vaporous man so nigh.
			Yet again, not knowing why.

I lingered closer, closer still.  Somewhere beyond my strongest will,
I found the strength to lend my ear and hear the suffering of his cry.
I departed not the situation, but felt a sense of obligation
To fairly seek examination, and understand, as only I
Could comprehend this valiant man and his intrepid mortal sigh.
			He then looked unto the sky.

I spoke "Hello" unto this ghost, who in return proposed a toast;
But I sensed a sorrow coming from the tone of his reply.
I looked at him with reservation, and with no further hesitation,
(For I knew my destination) I said to him, "Please tell me why.
Why have you chosen for this task a humble woman such as I?"
			Still he looked unto the sky.

I spoke these words, "Please look at me.  A famous man I want to see."
But in his answer rang a truth, "Do not you see, no fame have I?
I sit alone in contemplation and ponder why such indignation
has put me in a situation where I am left alone to die.
Listen well unto my words, I speak the truth, I will not lie
			I have chosen now to die--

My life will soon be ending.  My countenance requires tending.
I must therefore seek the manner as to implore my last good-bye.
I have chosen isolation for this toxic situation.
I'll ignore humiliation as through the old man's blinded eye
And sequester one last triumph before ascension to the sky."
			Once again I wondered why…

Why such a man just at his peek would think of life as now so bleak,
And yearn for one last living breath to conquer now his last reply.
I then yelled with much frustration, "Renounce your great imagination!
I hope a stench of condensation stays with you until you die."
A puzzled look then stained this man, and he alone began to cry.
			Then he breathed a heavy sigh.

The words I spoke I did regret, but all too soon, he did forget.
A Raven perched upon a post and caught the gleaming of our eye.
"Ah!"  He said, "Communication from the bird of information.
It's a sign of confrontation; the days of yore are in his cry.
Can you hear the echo of Lenore croaking deep within his cry?
			It speaks of the days gone by."

He looked abreast while leaning, provoking thoughts that had new meaning.
Then he spoke unto the Raven sitting on the post near by.
"I implore your true intention!  Speak, thou bird of ebony dissention
And give your credit of invention to the poet, mainly I.
I say swear upon your blackened crest; give true merit, don't be shy,
			To the poet, mainly I."

I heard the fowl from the days of yore croak the phrase of "Nevermore,"
And after setting wings to fly, took ascension to the sky.
Edgar fought a deep depression for on his face a bare expression
Took the place of his profession.  No longer would his thoughts comply
To a simple sound or written phrase.  No more words - far or nigh.
			"None," he said, "No more have I."

My heart was filled with passion to view a man in such a fashion,
And to ponder now his reasoning for such a laden measure - Why?
Why such a vast imagination would linger now in meditation,
Searching for a situation to end a melancholy sigh.
"If you think you've been forgotten, you're simply incorrect," said I.
			"Please, for me, get up and try."

I saw the look upon his face and knew it wasn't now my place,
To reason to a broken heart whose shattered dreams would soon comply
To the final confrontation inside his futile obligation.
And with no further explanation, I understood the reason why,
Why now this providence in time was to be seen by my own eye!
			Then I breathed a heavy sigh.

The reason for this flash of light was so that others one day might
Comprehend the cause of the mysterious way this man did die.
It seems his inspiration had a mistaken reputation,
And no appreciation had been revealed by one human eye.
He then spoke as would a friend unto the woman such as I.
			"On your heart you must rely….

I thank you for your faith and trust, but now you know I simply must
Unearth the path which leads unto my sweet Virginia in the sky."
With a hint of reservation, he waved me on,-"Imagination,
Creative innovation, is the key to a poem.  'Trust!' 'Rely!'-
Now on about your merry way to ponder on these words from I."
			And he waved to me good-bye.

My desire was then to stay but I took the path of my own way,
And I never shall forget the presence of that vision in my eye.
I had a fresh appreciation from the man of inspiration.
This gave me new foundation to know his words would now comply
To all the words that would be written by the woman such as I.
			I then looked unto the sky.

I saw his spirit flowing, where it went I'm left not knowing,
But I'm sure it lingers close for my mind is such I can't deny
The lack of concentration it takes for my imagination
To create the duplication of discerning thoughts that only I
Would see.  For I have seen the reason why this famous man did die.
			This I swear, I do not lie.

Johnny Depp

Little Johnny Depp, took the big step;
First he Jumped, then he Cried
But don't you ever say he lied.

Edward took the Scissors, out of Johnny's Hand;
Johnny started searching for the promised land.
Johnny loved the women, he caused their hearts to swoon,
His Days of Don Juan DeMarco, must have Been in June.

The earth it opened, opened,
Swallowed up his home;
He was forced to be a nomad
And took the streets to roam.

Johnny Depp was angry,
He lost money in the bank;
He had to pay a handsome sum
When thrown into the tank.
Yes he paid a handsome sum,
They threw him in the tank.

Living Nightmare, nightmare,
From which was no escape,
Johnny turned his life around
By Eating Gilbert's Grape.

He tried to think what Ed Would do.
This story will continue, in "Johnny, Part II".

Johnny, Part II

Little Johnny Depp, he wore the funky clothing.
 Gave up Speed for Blow, was full of Fear and Loathing.
 The Source said he was Dreaming and they saved his soul From Hell,
 Was he The Man Who Cried again? … a little hard to tell.
He tried to start a fire, One Time in Mexico,
 But Ed came back into his dream, said, “Johnny, don’t ‘ya know,
 You’ve got to find your children, put away your shame,”
 And in the Nick of Time, the Kids put out the Flame,
 Yes, in the nick of time, the kids put out the flame.
Looking out the Window, Johnny found his Never-land,
 He often thought of Paw-Paw and Edward Scissor Hands.
 He sailed across the ocean, said, “Pirate starts with ‘P’.”
 He ate a lot of Chocolate with little Charlie;
 He at a lot of Chocolat; that’s where he wanted to be.
The Brave little Johnny had given up his Rum,
 But instead of being Hollow, he’s on the screen for some.
 Johnny is our hero, he’s Sleeping at the Gate,
 He deserves to get an Oscar cause it’s written in his fate,
 Yes, he needs to get an Oscar it is written in his fate.
Johnny we are watching, we only wish the best,
 Cause in Part III we know you will put talent to the test.
 Yes, in Act III, we know you will
 Give your fans the very best.
As Always, Johnny,
 Johnny Depp,
 Johnny.
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