Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

NO SPOILERS!!!!

I went to see Pirates 3 today. Daddy was telling us how crowded it would be but we were plagued by doubts given that we were going to the 9:10 AM showing. Indeed, there were about seven other people there. It was nearly 3 hours long... but worth every moment. It kept you on your toes, never knowing the next thing that they would run into. It left you (or at least ME) wishing to watch it again to iron out all the wrinkles about what on EARTH (or not, given the title) was going on in certain scenes.
My only advice for those of you who will be going to see it: hold your breath, listen carefully, and stay 'til the VERY end of the credits. I mean the whole way to the end as there is a rather important scene that helps to conclude the movie. It also helped me to come home a read a detailed synopsis on Wikipeadia...
All in all it was a wonderful movie, that was great entertainment. The battles and swashbuckling was well done; Jack Sparrow was as priceless as ever; it was (Hannah thinks) Kira Knightley's best performance (but she dislikes that actress) and she was really good; their were even moments when you wanted to yell "Wait! That can't happen!" but, of course, it happened anyway; and if you think about it it has examples of really good morals, about which I hope to write a short article.
I am looking forward to seeing it at least once more in theaters if not twice.

“Spells”

A spell (that breaks the pace of life abloom)
Disrupts life’s tale. Tells of events epic:
Living bodies in an eternal tomb.

The first spell’s cast by a bringer of doom
This tangible spell’s effect is basic,
Living bodies in an eternal tomb.

Not so the next. A game act, from His bloom,
To release His life fully, for our sake.
A Love that broke the pace of life abloom.

Buried three days in dark, despair, and gloom
His disciples’ hope and strength burnt like wicks.
Eternal body in a living tomb.

A different “spell”, “cast” over us, by whom
Many lives saved. Those who sing His lyrics,
Will find broken the pace of life abloom.

He rose again, it need not be assumed.
Within His will, it’s our predestined pick–
(an act which breaks the pace of life abloom)
Living bodies or an eternal tomb.

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(This is a Villanelle. One of the stiffer forms of poetry. Given that I don't have time to blog, and yet feel sorry when I don't, I am forced to blog my poems...)

Thunderstorms

There is an oppressive feeling in the air.
The sky lowers angrily
And there is an air of expectancy,
About the atmosphere.
Then! What’s that?
Suddenly, a CRACK! and droplets of water,
Thousands of them fall through the air.
Splattering the pavements with rain, and
Creating rivulets of cleansing water,
Through the city,
Which scuttle in the gutters.
Tiny rivers. Little rushing rivers.
That wash away the dirt of days past.

A friend lost, to distance or death.
Or even just a disappointed expectation.
Many things in this life
Can make us shake with fear.
Trials and hardships
That shake all that we believe
Or simply make us wriggle
‘Cause we don’t know what’s next.
Tests come in all different sizes,
And often, when we think we’re not ready,
They’re sprung on us, or may come
In a simple, slow and steady pace.
They even may be long in coming, or long in leaving, too.

Trials can sometimes
Seem more than we can hold.
And we can’t see
That any help will come.
“There cannot be a dawn,” we say,
“There isn’t any hope!
I am locked into my misery,
And it cannot do me good.”
We laugh at those who say that clouds
Have a silver lining. For we say
“They can’t be right. And I’m the only one to ask!”
But we are often cleansed and washed
By the most oppressive trials.