Night on Earth
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IMDB rating: 7.50 Plot: A collection of five stories involving cab drivers in five different cities. Los Angeles – A talent agent for the movies discovers her cab driver would be perfect to cast, but the cabbie is reluctant to give up her solid cab driver’s career. New York – An immigrant cab driver is continually lost in a city and culture he doesn’t understand. Paris – A blind girl takes a ride with a cab driver from the Ivory Coast and they talk about life and blindness. Rome – A gregarious cabbie picks up an ailing man and virtually talks him to death. Helsinki – an industrial worker gets laid off and he and his compatriots discuss the bleakness and unfairness of love and life and death. |
Actors: Scott Alan Randolph,Portillo Anthony,Mueller-Stahl Armin,Esposito Giancarlo,Boes Richard,De Bankole Isaach,N’Zonzi Pascal,Abossolo M’bo Emile,Boucher Stephane,Kaufmann Noel,Comedy,Drama,
What do you think of my poem?!?
m 16, just starting. All comments are welcomed.
Man on the Moon
Eternally slumbered, by the corpse of night
Awoke the sound of the Fiddlers tune
Swaying yonder, from the faithful light
Sits the man atop of the moon
He watches the stars so gallantly,
As the Earth keeps standing still
They’re in their achts, and drinking their wine
While his bones are left out to chill
On the massive structure, of an envious rock
He wishes upon them stars
He sits above, alone on the moon
As they party on the face of mars
He watches closely, and in his eyes he sees
A sight that seems rather insane
A cancer surgeon, with a movie star
Smoking likes it so mundane
and in the distance, he smells some booze
Now wonder what it may be
Its Prince Charles, and the Queen of England
But their cups aint filled with tea
A soothing sound, enters his ear
Its the singers voice auto toned
And in the audience, congressmen
Doin drugs and getting stoned
He wallows upon, the godly athletes
At least thats what they seem
But their writing checks, and making ontracts
Gambling on their on damn team
The judges there too, with the trusted jury
But who fo they think they’re fooling
Taking bids, from drunken politcians
To buy some pre determined ruling
And now he sees them actresses
Outfits as as can be
But they’re throwin up in the bathroom
Doing it purposely
His stay passed due, of eternal gloom
With the fading sound of tune
Even though he aint no superstar
He was a man atop the moon
I like the feeling. It’s a good poem, though it’s a little hard to read with the missing letters, making it seem like bad spelling, and there’s some bad grammar. It would be absolutely marvelous if you used the correct grammar.
Good job!Zahra | Nov 20, 2009