A kiss just a kiss in Casablanca
Waterloo Bridge one last goodbye
The Passage to Marseille ne’re to drop anchor
Above suspicion and unafraid to die
They were expendable one and all
Their protests an idiots delight
Unprepared for the watch on the Rhine
Hidden away and out of sight
While a voice in the distance sings
Somewhere in the in the cold dark night
Only angels have wings
© Renee Dallow 20/4/2013
( Hybiscus Bloom )
The Great Depression in black and white
On the wide cinema screen
Could offer people small respite
Give them a chance to dream
Of dancing girls in sequined gowns
Of sleeping in satin sheets
Of grand hotels with marbled floors
And decorated suites
Busby was king of the chorus line
Fred Astaire was king of the dance
Their work has stood the test of time
And people are still entranced
When Ginger mirrored Fred’s every move
When the chorus line moved as one
When the music played the melody of love
A new romance had begun
For viewing the human condition
At times reflected their own
Garbo’s fear and indecision
Made her want to be alone
They identified with Crawford too
Desperate to keep her job
Finding ways to keep her cool
Though working for a sod
In ‘Grand Hotel’ many lives were changed
Some for better and some worse
But schedules were finally re-arranged
And new strategies rehearsed
The Great Depression could dissapear
When stars lit up the screen
In black and white life was clear
The best it’s ever been.
© Renee Dallow 19/4/2013
(Hybiscus Bloom )
So easy to write about what is wrong with the world
The bombs and guns and politics of death
But what of the intricacies of a life lived
in this heaven that we call earth?
For centuries we battled and cried for peace
We’ve created dreams lost and won
Can we not be grateful for what we have
When another days work is done?
Looking back on the ages we’ve come so far
A black president sits alone at the helm
Of the world’s shaken centre of progress
Is this not also one great leap for man?
There is always someone who will seek to destroy
That for which we all strive
To fall in love and marry in the name of hope
To work for want and have what we need
A decent home with food on the table to spare
To feed and educate the young
Who in the future will make the world
different yet the same.
© Renee Dallow 18/4/2013
( Hybiscus Bloom )
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