0395 Sunset Boulevard Poem by Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire

0395 Sunset Boulevard

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I loved your stories of the old times -
the endless journeys of the band bus,
Judy with her black-eyed girl,
the first action at each hotel
the drawer taken from the chest,
you laid in it; the band singer filling in
between the famous stars; knowing
the bridges between the famous verses
which singers seem to love so much
as if they're nearer private lives
of songwriters who have lives;
the visits to Stan Laurel, modest,
bright-eyed, pining for his Oliver..
the glittering night-time life
of wartime, almost-still-1930s
of the Hollywood refugees;
told by the not-quite-famous who
performed in front of the famous;
the time when thanks to you
I spoke to Gloria Swanson on the phone..
I hear the footsteps of the high-heeled life;
I smell the perfumes now no longer made.

I thank you for all these and more.
And if some of them
were not quite true,
then thank you for the care
with which you told them;

true dreams - dreamed truth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 18 December 2005

It's wonderful to reminisce, those were the days, colourful, noisy and humourous. When stars were stars and everyone had a chance to shine. Well written Michael. Loved the read. Love Ernestine XXX

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Charles Chaim Wax 18 December 2005

a wonderful praise poem for a dear friend who has given you joy and without friends and the joy they bring life totters in tedium and despair a fine piece of writing

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Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire
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