Casablanca state of mind...‏

~when two lover's woo

In a Casablanca state of mind,

   want to be kissed 

                   like it's the last time

           remember every detail,

the romance in my soul

                fell into a deep slumber

yet as time goes by

 I want you, to make me believe

 in love again,

     even when a gun is pointed at my heart

Paris in moonlight sounds grander

               than those fine piano keys,

    I want to play it again   ~

                    for recollection's old times sake   

I could be your Ilsa, you can be my Rick ~

C'mon,

     Bogart me baby...

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rachel Mason]

I love the addition of the music. It seems really romantic, unless you've actually watched Casablanca. I love that it hints at darkness, without flat out stating it:) " I want you, to make me believe in love again, even when a gun is pointed at my heart"

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rachel, glad you picked up on that ;)

[A. Amos]

One of my favorite movie and one of my fav writer...what a combo! Took me back in my own time and memories...thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece.

[Frieda P]

Awh you're a dear A you humble me with your kind words. x

[Glen Yumang Manese]

That was an ensuing type of a verse --- of sort...
like the theme --- but also the movie...
I had the poster also...
but this gets the blood flowing a bit...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Glen, good to know...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[redzone]

You've taken my breath away Frieda. This is one of those poems that every line is like that line : "want to be kissed like it's the last time". It is filled with romantic passion mixed with the impossible. "When a gun is pointed at my heart", and i want to say no, but know there is real truth in how everything usually goes. Especially when it comes to love and other consequences of life.

I could live in your poem, with its desires and impossibilities tensions, even "play it again" as if it were the last. So on a Monday morning, with sun peeking thru high clouds, i have breathed my last ... forever.

It was a welcomed pleasure to read your wonderful poem Frieda. Or should i say Ilsa, cause someone out there needs to be Rick but with there no longer a gun to your heart and that last kiss, is forever and always.
And you are Bogart'd, baby.

Maybe i got it all wrong, but I'm still not breathing ... forever. Simply beautiful Frieda
~~redzone

[Frieda P]

You've taken my breath away with your sweet review Curt...you can live here if you wish ;) MWAH! xo

[redzone]

I love living in your poems Frieda, they are special places. The only thing missing is receiving one of those kisses like it was the last. ;0)

[Frieda P]

You got it, and a fluffy down pillow to rest yer head too. ;) Muah xo

[redzone]

Pinch me, am i dreaming?? And a pillow?? Frieda you are more than special. Mwah xxoo

[Sami Khalil]

I love it. Nothing like recollections of romance and those wonderful classics. You take things to great heights...:)..................

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:).........................

[Ayushi]

Your write and inspiration both are great Frieda..
We all wish to travel in time at times.. if not physically then emotionally :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Ayushi. :)

[KWP]

This is great, it teases me to believe in the touch, the feel, the anticipation once again, and yes it can be achieved if we allow ourselves a little more abandon .. ahh to feel it all again, just like seeing your first sunrise, or watching the changing colours at dusk .... magic, it is there ... let us all allow it x x

Nice one chick chick - you seem to write with such ease ... love that xx

[Frieda P]

Merci beaucoup Betty, 'abandon' gotta love that word! xo

[Avinash]

The love of those days of flesh and bone can never be matched by bits and bytes of our times.

[Frieda P]

I agree, thanks Avinash.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"C'mon, Bogart me baby..."

I have a strange craving for some buttered popcorn...I love this!

[Frieda P]

Ha, hope you enjoyed that buttery stuff, thanks Kelly!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh what a way to end it… that is a great metaphoric line to top off this sweet and romantic poem… anyone with half a heart wants to feel like that. Great one Moonbeam.

[Frieda P]

Ha glad you thought so Dale, thanks muchly...

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure Moonbeam

[AprilRN1210]

c'mon bogart me baby? omg I am laughing... idk, this really isn't my cup of tea.. but you still wrote it beautifully...

[Frieda P]

What, you don't say that? ;)

[AprilRN1210]

ummm... nope... lol

[Frieda P]

Try it, you'll like it haha

[AprilRN1210]

I wouldn't get the reference.. I haven't ever seen the movie...

[Frieda P]

I'm pretty sure you're aware of the other reference though... ;)

[AprilRN1210]

I'm actually clueless for once... (shhh don't laugh at me-doesn't happen often)

[Frieda P]

Humphrey Bogart’s name became associated with a term meaning selfishness, comes from hogging a marijuana cigarette. In other words, keep it all t yourself.... ♫ 'don't bogart that joint my friend, pass it over to me..' my god you're so freakin' young!! ;)

[AprilRN1210]

Hey hey! whatever ma'am.. Thank you for the explanation.. :)

I learned something today!

[Frieda P]

You never heard that song?..........

[AprilRN1210]

nope... I haven't.... (I told you quit laughing...) I wouldn't ask if I knew..(uhhh hello)

[Frieda P]

Now I feel ancient!! hello.............it's an oldie but I thought everyone with a hippie in their heart knew that one...

[AprilRN1210]

well, I can't KNOW everything now can I?.... :P

[Frieda P]

I need to go take my Geritol haha ;P

[AprilRN1210]

Lmao... oh shush!

[Frieda P]

Forget poetry, I'm taking up knitting....haha

[AprilRN1210]

pfffft... I am shaking my head at you and just walking away... (before you head for the bingo table and drag me along) :)

[Frieda P]

Oh god shoot me when it gets that bad :)