(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Russel Crowe

For My Beloved Actor, Russel Crowe, on His 51st Birthday

Not that I've seen you
Not that I've known you
But the happiest birthday, I wish you
As this is the way I know you:

You are a vivid dream in ' A Beautiful Mind'
You are a ' Man of Steel' in a ' Broken City'
You are 'Robin Hood' for ' Les Miserables'
You are a ' Gladiator' in a ' State of Play'
You are ' Cinerella Man' in ' A Good Year'
You are 'The Insider' in 'L.A. Confidential'
You are ' Proof of Life' in a ' Body of Lies'
You are an ' American Gangster' on ' 3: 10 to Yuma'
Who is all 'Tenderness' while ' Breaking Up'
But ' Master and Commander' ' The Next Three Days' when ' Heaven's Burning'
And then again who is ' The Water Diviner' but you,
To save all living things, as did ' Noah'?

So you see I know you, though I haven't seen you!
And this I have written for Charly and Tennyson
To read on cold days as a ' Winter's Tale'
For their kids to be proud of you
And love you as I do!

With your bow and arrow
One day you aimed at my heart, Russel Crowe
As did Cupid,
And got the poet out of me,
So let me enjoy the honor, Sir
To call you Robin Russel Hood!

Afrooz Jafarinoor
April 7,2015

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I liked reading this one, it in its plain verse is so truly lyrical like poems of that time that it is almost second nature for it to be sung, and the more hearty bands of today should do it much more.
The first and second verse I liked. I thought the third verse went off the subject, then gradually it came back by the last verse. I've written quite a few poems about the wind (www.whiteheadm.co.uk - Josie's poems) . I've personified my wind. With Robert Louis Stevenson, his wind is female. Mine is male: Mr Wind. I have used rhyming words to give sound to his actions: He tussled with hedges and then rustled the trees. - (hear the ssssss's - wind sounds) . He’s tangled the sheets, and mangled the wheat; (two good words for his movements - - - but I could have said: he strangled something too, ha ha) . Then later in my poem I said of him: He’s cheeky and sneaky, he’s loud and he’s proud. I think RLS could have done more of this in his third and first part of the fourth verse. I like his: 'spins, tosses and compels'. I must remember that for another of my own poems. Then he uses his ssss's (the sound of the wind) in his last verse, to bring us back to the wind again: While, swift and singing, smooth and strong.