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My Summer with Brando
by Patricia Gomes

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Sorry guys, this one truly is for the ladies.

My Summer with Brando

Stanley Kowalski
I met him on a steamy
August night in 1968
by the flickering blue light
of channel five's
Movies All Night.

He stood

(which would have been enough
for me)

he stood
there

rippling.

I had never seen
a person ripple before.
He was
meaty,
thick,
a
a
a
lumper, a longshoreman
an iron worker.
He was Oh, my Christ What is this?
This was not
Davy Jones,
Mickey Dolenz,
Bobby Sherman;
this was
M-A-N!

With my eyes bulging,
my nostrils flared,
I watched Streetcar without blinking
or breathing
as Stanley (that animal!)
mumbled
sweated
burped
scratched his privates
and

rippled.

Okay, so maybe it was
just my twelve-year old hormones
kicking in,
but my heart was beating so hard
I thought my ears would start to bleed!
This was...
foreign.
Dangerously, darkly
foreign.
The curling sneer of his full lips,
the brooding eyes...
I wanted to
to
to
compose a freakin' symphony
on the spot for big, dirty men.
Intense:
simple movements a veritable Ballet
of intensity, of passion.
(could his jeans have been any tighter
without cutting off his
circulation!)
And it did not matter
that he took advantage of
the delicate magnolia, Mizz Blanche
Crazy bitch had it comin'!
(Oh, we gals are hard
on our own kind, aren't we?)
It did not matter because
his heart
was true ,
his heart
belonged to Stella.
STEEEELLLLAAAA!!!
Stella was his wife,
his Mama,
his salvation,

his woman.

The summer of Brando
changed me forever.
Since that moment,
that steamy August night,
every man
in my life is measured
by the Brando yardstick,
from Stanley
to Don Vito Corleone...
God help them.

"What are you rebelling against, Johnny?"
"Whadda ya got?"




P. Gomes 2003








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Reviewed by Rodney Bohen
P. Gomes,
I applaud you on this exquisite piece, you actually made me smile! I dont often do that on the outside! Inside smile a lot when reading, but seldom does an outside smile race across my face in blazed instant fashion and form! I adored watching this twelve year old bask in her day of innocence unfolding! The piece was enchanting and magnificent to my way of thinking, words I toss seldom as well! My, my, what a fast race-horse mind you have! Ah yes Brando.... he had his way with the ladies indeed...heres to ya Mr Brando.
By The way, the pleasures all mine P.
Rodney Evan Bohen
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Wow...
My eyes rarely wander from my guy...
But you had my mind's eyes breaking
the speed limit with this one!
Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
For the ladies. Well, the lady in me cries out along with you for this man! This beautiful, dirty,sweaty, delicious man! Oh!

Adam
Reviewed by Amber Lynn (Reader)
Brando does it for every young girl, and you captured it.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
just my style......1968 was a great year....hormones,hormones ghaloooo!!!
ask Chrissie We know....lol
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
Oh my..yes..yes.he did ripple a bit didn't he! loved that movie, and you have captured every woman's heart with this poem!

Excellent!

Reindeer
Reviewed by Oisn Breen
ooh good good good
Reviewed by Deborah Carter
I love your poem patricia...for me, it was Robert mitchum..his voice...his eyes..sigh..the late late movies just arent the same anymore. Deb
Reviewed by Mike Ill (Reader)
Great poem, too bad Brando is just a shell of his former self now...a big shell. I'm glad to find someone who also appreciates Bukowski...you should check out my poem for Bukowski if you get a chance.
Reviewed by Mike Ill (Reader)
damn, this is right on...and that moment of Brando has never been duplicated has it? :-)
Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
Ocasionally I come across a piece where I wouldn't change a thing, this is one.
josie
Reviewed by Paul Berube
Have a nice day!!
Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
Hey You,
Well, there is nothing flat about this poem! It is filled with your unique and very powerful way of telling a story! How is it that you always put us right there with you?
An iron worker eh??? You must stay away from them, they are heartbreakers! <smilesandwinks>

LoveYa,
Maria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
I LOVE this, have to love those ripply men!
Reviewed by Christine Morell
Fantastic! I was 16 in '68 and a walking hormone ! ....Brando knocked me out.
Chrissie
Reviewed by Micha Julian
uh, youse are somethin...youse got the kinda honest like stuff...EVEN A RIPPLING MAN OUTTA APPRECIATE... well, his brain cells might havta' ripple a little, too, but damn, Pat..this...I, okay, so I kinda maybe mighta gone for the like oh...James Dean Type (didn't ripple as much, but that sadness behind the eyes and that wanting..) ALL OF THIS TO SAY, YES!!! YOU..my friend, pull no punches and just amaze me, always, always, and yes, still wish I was a publisher!!!
I agree w/Lady A.
"bravooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston
Well done indeed !
Reviewed by William Bonilla
oh well! great write anyway

william
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Well, you don't look old enough to have seen 1968. But you are right...that puppy rippled.
Good one.
Glad I stopped by.
~E
Reviewed by E T Waldron
P. this one belongs in the poets hall of fame...it's got more muscles than Brando.;)..it truly RIPPLES!
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Geeze I coulda been a contender till Brando showed up. its ok you will be hard to forget
and i will never think of another woman again

Hey Stella!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed by A PAX
I HEAR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wow....this roars!!!
Stellaaaaaaaa
and more!!!!
bravoooooooooooooooo!!!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
And I turn my head and slowly walk away.
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