Silver Screen: What is that Sir? I can’t Make it out!

On March 31, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Daughters of the Dust Full Movie, Edward G. Palmer, Edward Gordon Palmer, Edward Palmer, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Julie Dash, One Word Photo Challenge: Film, Poems, Poetry, Run Silent Run Deep (1958), The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Uncategorized1 Comment

Feb 9, 2015

Silver Screen

Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

My Dad’s All Time Favorite movie: Run Silent. Run Deep.

What is that Sir? I can’t Make it out!

Run Silent Run Deep (1958)

Unending Grief of the vacant space left by my Dad’s death in May 1995

That’s my heart breaking.

That’s my soul aching.

That’s another soul flitting across the universe awaiting a new storage container for the old one is broken.

A soul crying in the dark for another dying friend and all those who passed before.

A good life wrapped up in beautifully ribbon colored crepe paper.

What is that Sir? I can’t make it out?

One wearing dark glasses obscuring their orbs. An enigma of its demons. What sins were they running from perhaps we shall never know.

A Wayward Wanderer

The Prodigal Daughter returns.

Why young one, That’s strength, courage, tenacity and the ability to speak Truth to Power.

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MARCH 28, 2017 BY JENNIFER NICHOLE WELLS

One Word Photo Challenge: Film

Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

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This week’s word is Film! Don’t forget to check out Color your World as well, posting daily January – April.

Daughters of the Dust Full Movie

Written, Directed and Produced by Julie Dash

At the dawn of the 20th century, a family in the Gullah community of coastal South Carolina — former West African slaves who adopted many of their ancestors’ Yoruba traditions — suffers a generational split. Young Haagar (Kaycee Moore) wants to move to the mainland away from tradition-bound matria… More

Release date: December 27, 1991 (USA)

Director: Julie Dash

Cinematography: Arthur Jafa

Screenplay: Julie Dash

Cast: Cora Lee Day, Alva Rogers, Barbara O. Jones, Trula Hoosier, More

Sorry for the poor quality for better results either rent or buy the movie from an Online source. Perhaps try Netflix or Hulu. You will probably be able to order the film via Amazon.com.

Birthday Selfies

On February 25, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Birthday Weekend Selfies Gone Wild!!, https://youtu.be/AFUrG1-BAt4, Photographs, Photography, Uncategorized27 Comments

Birthday Weekend Selfies Gone Wild!!

Selfie Mania

♡♡☆☆

Refreshed My Vampire Red Hair Color yesterday. Also modeling more of my blue mascara with the eyes closed pose. More Smoochie Fish Face Red Lips Poses! LOL!

Oh Say Can You See My Blue Mascara!!

The Daily Press

This place just opened up this week. When I moved to my Brownsville, Brooklyn neighborhood November 2012 this building was a church. Since it is across the street from where we live my roommate and I went to check it out. They serve coffee, tea and vegan goodies. We had the pleasure of speaking with the owner and he seems to be friendly.

Nice space with lots of potential. They are still putting on some finishing touches and it will be slamming as they progress.

My roommate treated me to a mint tea and vegan blueberry muffin. Yummy!

♡ ☆ I Give the Daily Press 4 Stars out of a possible Five. Once they finish all their construction I will give them 5 Stars!

Since my roommate is an artist, writer and playwright I suggested to him that as we continue to patronize the business that he broach the idea of having his play at this shop plus poetry readings and a small art show.

This community coffee — tea shop would be ideal for me to do a poetry performance plus a possible photography show. Of course we would be charging a nominal fee for our artistic/creative productions. The Daily Press will make money and We will make money.

Let’s see what the future holds for two artistic and creative people.

Harlem by Langston Hughes

On February 18, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Langston Hughes, Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized6 Comments

Harlem

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.

Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (Random House Inc., 1990)

Dreams Fallen Down in a Well

On September 24, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Bob Marley - Buffalo soldier, Dreaming Down a Well, Dreams Fallen Down in a Well, Harry Belafonte and Odetta - There's A Hole in The Bucket, Island of Lost Souls, Isle of the Damned, Plato - The Allegory of the Cave - (The Matrix) Animated, Poems, Poetry, U.S. Army Veteran3 Comments

Dreams Fallen Down in a Well

Completed the Veteran’s Administration Online form to apply for health care. Hopefully they should get back to me in about two weeks. Once the VA gets back to me then I’ll set up an appointment not just for medical care but to avail myself of any other services and programs they VA has for Women Veterans. I served my country now it is time for my country to lend me a helping hand.

In the Meantime I’m……..

Dreaming Down a Well

I’m Dreaming Down a Well. Looking into the Abyss wondering how to fetch my dreams and save them from imminent disaster. I can see them. Arms stretched out waiting for me to throw Life Preservers. Life Jackets. A Net. Anything they can grab onto for salvation from a watery grave.

A Bucket. Damaged. A Rope. Now Long Since Frayed. Worn from constant use.

Send in the Buffalo Soldiers! Call forth the Avenging Angels of Mercy!

No Regrets? Yes I regret. A Youth Long Gone. Relegated to Ancient Myst’s.

Double V for Victory. Victory at Overseas. Victory at Home.

Star-seed buried in the sand awaits fertile ground. Resurrection. Regeneration. New Birth.

Nailiah nuzzled the earth like a hungry lamb or goat bleating out hunger cries in search for a Merciful Mother. Searching out the Allegorical Lessons of the Cave.

I bid the powers of the Luxurious Fox for release and redemption. Banished from Exile.

Out of Sync.

Re-Calibrating. Re~calibrating.

Scraping my scabby putrefying boils with pottery shards. Rocking the earth with wailing prayers. When I shed my old skin will that be my freedom?

How Long O’ Lord? How Long?

https://historyengine.richmond.edu/episodes/view/4682

Harry Belafonte and Odetta – There’s A Hole in The Bucket

Bob Marley – Buffalo soldier

Plato – The Allegory of the Cave – (The Matrix) Animated

Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies

On September 1, 2016September 3, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Debussy, Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies, Old Dobbin, Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized5 Comments

Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies

A Poetry Moment

The Melodies of Suppressed Oppressed flowers sang through the night. Her smile begged for acceptance. She wore “Like Me” like a cardboard sign taped unknowingly behind her gold brocade dressing gown. It was the Ceremony of the Dark Light that took me there.

Petite frame. Jet Black hair. Skin so pale and translucent that one could see blood coursing through arteries and veins. She was more of an artwork museum piece than a living soul. One that men were driven to possess but she slipped through their hands like sand betwixt toes among the ebb and flow of sea tides.

On a fortnight Vulvagenda engage modulated paroxysms of unadulterated pleasure mixed with pain.

Suffering along with Melancholia of the Mind every word she wrote became Life everlasting.

She an Elegant Mess. He heaving swollen engorged gonads seeking release of phantasmagorical fractals. He began to manipulate himself even more vigorously as a shit eating grin spread across his vile features. Wet dreams saturated his paper thin gown. Splattering innocent garden earth. His odious noxious acid seed ferment and fizzle with No eggs willingly breed another of his kind. Cheated once again of progeny his fertilizer wasted.

They came as scavengers. Lords of the night. Removing yet another carcass done in by the Dolly-birds, skeletal dollies, whiskey, scotch & club soda mix. Down the drain into the sewer.

I shall sleep well tonight said satiated She whilst licking remnants of his viscera from her stiletto talons. What a delectable delicious dinner guest was he quipped She picking bone fragments from betwixt her jutting fangs.

Swooning ruby garrets swell laughter at Lothario Humpty Dumps pungent odors. Open ravine burials for vultures avian and human. His body now a sieve oozing blood nurturing all anger and pain. Come ride Old Dobbin. Ride home with our silent linen shroud limp passenger into the night.

Listen as a Baroque dirge permeates the fetid night air. Requiem for Blood-lust ~~ The Final Mysteries.