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Dedicated to the 'Alley Cat'
I once danced with Alan Ladd,
dressed just like June Allyson,
in bows and Peter Pan collars,
wearing my hair like Veronica
Lake,
while being passionately kissed
by Rhett Butler,
impulsive, and having the strong
will of Scarlet O'Hara,
I was 'Gone With The
Wind',
while being pursued by John
Wayne, 'the Conqueror',
like Susan Hayward, on a
'Tap Roots' runaway horse,
like Lauren Bacall in 'Blood
Alley,
and Lana Turner in a 'Sea
Chase',
saving Constance from a
'Three Musketeers' wine
goblet's poisonous death,
and rescuing Leonardo
DeCaprio from Titanic's
homicidal waters,
so that Kate Winslet
shall have him, instead
of the sea,
with Buddah's good
luck,
Sondheim's 'A Little
Night Music' and
'Send In The
Clowns' chance,
a smell of salty,
hot-buttered
popcorn filling
the air,
whatever happened
to A & P, First
National, G. Fox,
J. M. Fields, Kings,
F.W. Woolworths,
and W. T. Grants?
There's 'lights, camera,
and much action' at
the 'State Theater',
offering escape from
life's harsh realities,
non-shattered dreams,
love, music, and much
romance,
I , 'an aging choir boy',
once was a 'Phantom
Of The Opera', alone
afraid, and sad,
acting like a 'criminal'
continously returing
to the scene of a
crime,
doing my time and
serving my sentence,
for obsessive and
compulsive nostalgia's
old-times sake,
to 'hula hoops',
a passing fad.
What's passed is past.
I once believed in
'yesterday'.
So much so that I
almost 'got stuck',
not realizing the
value of 'today'.
In my life's journeys,
I've traveled forward
in 'technological time',
and am no longer in
'industrial revolution'.
I've got much to 'say',
about the plethera of
things I've learned,
and no longer have
to 'mimic' or 'mime',
faking it and trying
to making it,
on some 'yellow-
brick-road',
going from the
'ridiculous' to
the 'sublime'.
I now appreciate
the many 'gifts'
of life,
I now can 'see'
my precious
'self',
as I'm passing
through the
'rain',
and a myriad
of 'rainbows',
because 'hope'
really is 'eternal',
and my 'dreams'
are no longer
kept on some
'dusty and
forgotten
shelf'.
I'm learning about
the 'people', the
'places', and the
'things' in life
that really count.
And, what life is
really all about.
To 'live life to
the fullest',
there must be
'meaning' and
a 'purpose'.
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Len Bourret is 'somewhere-in-between', a wanderlust marching to a different drummer--and enjoying his journey on the way up to the mountaintop, hoping for 'the Promise'.... In addition, Len is a a graduate student, with a 4.0 cumulative point average, and has completed numerous courses in education and social work at Springfield College and Roberts Wesleyan College. He has completed research studies, on the topics of depression and effective anger management, using a cognitive-behavioral approach, single-subject and single-group designs, as well as multi-dimensional assessment (not limited to standardized measuring instruments).
For more of Len Bourret's poetry/songs, contact him below.
Website: http://www.lenbourret.com
This poem Copyright ©2004 - Len Bourret. Reproduced with permission.
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