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Out of Touch

17 Mar

“A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often – just to save it from drying out completely.” ~Pam Brown

Out of Touch

I’ve always made an effort to
Keep in touch with my friends
But recently I did something
Which caused a massive cleanse

I do not have a message in
This poem that you’re reading
Rather just some facts I will
Describe and will be feeding

It’s up to you to decide on
The point of this here write
Now without further adieu
Let’s shed a little light

For all my life I had been one
To call, to write, to pop
But two years past I decided
For the most part, to stop

No longer would I hound people
To hang out and connect
I would do the bare minimum
And observe the effect

What I found was two years passed
And I no longer saw
Friends I’d had since the first grade
All of them did withdraw

I had plenty of friends within
The movie industry
For three years I helped run a fest
And put names on marquee

But when the festival was done
And I did not reach out
Most of them did not touch base
Contact, interact, shout

Just a few did drop a line
But more favors were asked
Politely I declined to be
Of one more favor tasked

My personal page on Facebook
Had grown three thousand strong
I posted, liked and chatted with
So many to prolong

The sense of being connected
But when my efforts stopped
Almost all activity
On my profile dropped

I started clearing out “friend list”
Of people who did not
Ever take the time to write
To chat or share a thought

It dwindled down from three thousand
To one hundred and fifty
Only people who remained
Where those I found quite nifty

People who inspired me
Who had passion and grace
People who made efforts and
I did not need to chase

Of the nearly three thousand
That I had just “unfriended”
Only two did notice that
Our connection had ended

These days I am quite content
To know which friends are true
And which were merely passing ships
That I have bid “adeiu”

Would the same be said for you
If you are one who tries
To keep connected to a crowd
Of many girls and guys?

What would happen if you just
Decided not to call
Which are fleeting friends and which
Are in for the long haul?

                          ~Miro

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Actually Serious

30 Sep

Actually Serious

There is a phrase that I have heard
So many times before
Said to me by folks who didn’t
Think I’d do the chore

Of going through with plans I laid
Of putting in the sweat
And blood and tears required to
Get all that I do get

“Wow,” they often start and look
Astonished and amazed
And then all say the same thing as
Both of their eyebrows raise

“You’re actually serious about
This new thing you are doing”
Surprised that after talking big
Someone is now pursuing

Something that they said they were
Going to put their time
And effort and their passion in
And maybe drop a dime

Or two or three to fund the thing
To get it off the ground
To make it more than just a figment
Floating all around

Inside their head where other thoughts
Pop in and out all day
I’d really like to know why more
Don’t do the things they say

I’d like to know just why it is
That the human mind boasts
So much about aspirations
Then it simply coasts

And lets the seconds tick by as
No effort is put in
Why it’s not able to stick
From start all way to ‘fin’

“Yes,” I’ve said to many folks
“I am quite serious
To say you’ll do something then not
Is deleterious”

That’s a big word that just means
It’s harmful to your health
Talking big with no action
Will just impede your wealth

And I’m not talking bank account
I’m talking wealth of peace
Of fortitude and focus and
Resolve, they’ll all decrease

Every time you talk big but
Don’t back it up by being
Actually serious about
That thing, you’re guaranteeing

That next time an idea pops in
Your head, there’s a bit less
Of a chance that your new venture
Will ever progress

The reason I can say, “Yes I’m
Serious about this book”
Is because I took it just as
Serious as I took

My TV show, my feature film
And music videos
Followed through with every single
Thing I did propose

‘Cause talk is cheap and anyone
Can say they’ve got a goal
Only those quite serious
Can make that idea roll

                                Miro

Making It

24 Sep

Making It

I had a chit-chat recently
With someone who had heard
That I do some work with movies
Which caused them to be spurred

To give me some advice on how
To become a success
Without having any knowledge
Of my field they did guess

That since I write and make movies
The only thing to do
Is to move to Los Angeles
And watch success ensue

Several topics came to mind
While this fool tried to teach
That fame and wealth are the two goals
For which I should now reach

To say he was a fool may seem
A bit harsh on my part
But it’s a great word to describe
Someone who isn’t smart

Dictionary defines ‘fool’ as
Someone who’s weak-minded
One who lacks judgement or sense
Someone who has been blinded

I asked this fellow, “What is fame?”
And his response told me
All he pictured was his name
Flashing on a marquee

I asked him “What is fortune?” and
It was clear that he thought
Wealth is based solely upon
The money that you’ve got

I asked him one last thing and that’s
“What’s happiness to you?”
It seemed to be a question that
Came right out of the blue

Once again he hadn’t thought
About where his joy lies
A fool who’s let other folks say
What happiness implies

That it comes from “making it”
From being top of class
That it’s based on accolades
And riches you amass

People like this fellow here
Should take a moment and
Think for themselves and forsake
All other people’s brand

Of success and “making it”
And come up with their own
One that defines happiness
For them and them alone

Do not strive for what the others
Tell you to strive for
Conventional accomplishments
Are ones you should ignore

Your purpose here is not just to
Win awards and get rich
Your purpose is to do the work
And other lives enrich

You do not have the same purpose
As any other person
Going after someone else’s goals
Just makes joy worsen

Think about just how unique
You are and do not fall
Into someone else’s goals
Which are defined too small

Head up, chest out and say loud
“That doesn’t work for me!”
I have no wish to see my name
Flashing on a marquee

I do not need my films to be
Seen by millions of fans
I do not need a flashy red
Carpet premiere at Cannes

I do not need to rub elbows
With Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt
I do not need a horde of wealth
To say that I’ve “made it”

And I don’t need the advice of
A fool who hasn’t made
The effort to learn of my craft
Except for what it’s paid

“Making it” for me is something
That is day to day
When the sun has set is when
I look back and survey

Did I give all of myself
To be my very best?
Did I employ patience and
Courage in every test?

Did I push myself as far
As my body could go?
Did I make an effort to
In some way try to grow?

Did I let go of things that
Did threaten to upset?
Did I never once complain
About some pain or sweat?

I don’t need to be in L.A.
New York or Toronto
To say I’ve “made it” anymore
Because of this I know:

Regardless of what ground’s beneath
My feet at present time
Every day I’ve “made it” when
I’ve completed my climb

So to the fool I spoke with, “Thanks”
But I don’t need advice
From someone who believes that fortune
And fame will suffice

Because it’s very clear to me
By watching those who do
Even though they’ve “made it” they just
Haven’t got a clue

They got what other people told them
That they had to get
But somehow they’re still miserable
Stressed out and quite upset

I’ll trade that any day for all
The peace and grace I’ve got
By straying from that tired course
And making my own plot

                            Miro

Perfecto’s Vault

30 Aug

Perfecto’s Vault

There once was an artist whose name
Reflected the work that he did
“Perfecto” was his name because
Imperfection is what he forbid

He worked as an artist and sculptor
Musician and filmmaker too
A writer, a poet, a dancer
Creative he was, through and through

But the problem was that young Perfecto
Just never could get things quite right
He wanted them perfect, and so
He worked on them all day and night

But Perfecto could never get works
To ever be without some flaws
“It has to be perfect to gain
The audience’s big applause!”

And so he kept tweaking and tweaking
But never could get it perfect
“It has to be just how I want it!
This artwork of me does reflect!”

And after way too much fine-tuning
Of it he eventually got sick
And so rather than unveil and let
A few of his viewers nitpick

He took it way down to his basement
And threw it into his steel vault
Along with all his other works
That had some sort of tiny fault

He slammed shut the door of the vault
And began to think of his next piece
Never once thinking it too
Would make his vault’s contents increase

Years later, when he was much older
And tried to store one more away
The vault’s door exploded wide open
And out spilled all of its cache

There he lay buried in pieces
That used to seem like they were flawed
But where once he’d been irritated
Now the old man was just awed

The years had done something to his eyes
No longer did he see the specks
All he saw was how amazing
Were all his abandoned projects

The joy and the wonder he got
Had suddenly made him admit
Perfecto had been very selfish
To think all his work was unfit

He understood there in that moment
Not everyone sees things the same
What one person thinks is imperfect
Another might loudly exclaim:

“I love it! It’s awesome! Fantastic!
I really enjoyed all your work!
Thank you for sharing it with me
And bringing to my face a smirk!”

And so Perfecto sat and cried
‘Cause all of his passion and talent
Lay on the floor of this dark basement
Because he had not been more gallant

To not care what others would think
About the work he had created
Drowning in work he now loved
That for silly reasons he had once hated

The end

Business Card

12 Aug

Business Card

“Can I get your business card?” is what
I often hear folks ask
Whenever they find out what I
Have chosen as my task

Writer, actor, editor
Director, “movie-guy”
Many different channels which
Do make all my time fly

“I may have something that I’ll need
Your help with very soon”
Not the first time that I’ve heard
Them sing that wishful tune

They use words like “Maybe” and “if”
And “possibly,” “perhaps”
Hopeful aspirations which
Bring on the “oohs” and claps

I give my card and they put it
Away for the right time
When everything falls into place
To make my cell phone chime

The thing is, my phone never rings
From someone with my card
Took a while for me to see
It’s something they discard

I wondered if maybe there was
A typo in the number
E-mail address or website
That had caused the long slumber

But nope, the data’s all correct
And as it should appear
The fate of my business card then
Becomes to me quite clear

Tossed out to the wind or at
The bottom of a bin
Ironic since it was taken
With such an anxious grin

I’ve given out hundreds of cards
And can’t recall one case
I’ve ever heard back from someone
Who followed through the chase

It’s been years since I had any
To give away, although
I still get asked quite frequently
That’s when I let them know

“My business card is now online
It’s not that hard to find
No more print expenditures
And no more trees to grind”

No website to memorize
Or number to retain
Google’s made life easier
For every cluttered brain

“Do a search for my name and
You’ll find my own website
Or look me up on Facebook and
When there feel free to write”

Don’t have room inside your head
To remember my name?
Text yourself with your cell phone
Please, show me you have game

Show me some intensity
That you do in fact care
That you know you can’t just talk
You also have to dare

To follow through, to roll up sleeves
To toil, sweat and grind
Accomplishment is not something
Just on the ground you find

Like a tossed out business card
That started out so well
Exchanged with words of how we both
Were going to excel

Waste of money, pulp and ink
I’ve come to realize
“Here’s my card” is an expression
I’ve come to despise

Because you can’t make people care
By giving them a piece
Of paper, three point five by two
And waiting for increase

In profit or in other things
Like your networking clique
It takes more than a business card
To make their interest pique

You have to make the call yourself
Or send a few e-mails
Learn from Andy in Shawshank
Persistence never fails!

So throw away your business card
Before someone else does
It’s time we all accepted that
It’s just a waste because

It’s too easy to throw away
Too easy to ignore
It doesn’t motivate us to
Do all the things we swore

Please don’t ask me for mine ‘cause
I just don’t see what good
A business card has ever done
It’s just a waste of wood

                         Miro

Happy Birthday Hicks!

31 Jul

Happy Birthday to
The actor Michael Biehn
Among the most intense
To hit the silver screen

Whether stomping xenomorphs
Or kicking Arnie’s steel
Or shooting up Earp’s Tombstone
This three-time Navy Seal

Is an all-time great
Of movies and TV
So Happy Birthday Hicks
Be sure to stay frosty!