I scream, scream, and scream:
The voices in my dream,
My poetry friends speaking to me…..
Harry, a poet friend who pleads with a rose colored suit.
He relished a dream, were women wear combats boots.
Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes.
A man of honor who held the hands of his own pink cotton troop.
With pink passion in her eyes, a devil a woman is she’ Susan in disguise…
Ready to fight, ready to bite…..
Skin pink tight leather, wiping the tears out of her eyes.
She is the wild you cannot knock down.
She has to be like the wind, a friend standing by her friend.
A unique voice!
A Pink Lady who carries her own tune!
Sewing my heart, back together again.
I am crying to Cyndi, I bleed!
Holding on tight, to the dead of night.
She picks me up from my fallen knees,
A secret I keep, I no longer need.
She’s breaking her back, once I mentioned the “C” word.
Hit by a train, the news ended like a missile of greed.
Taking what belong and made- me- me. .
She will be there.
She stitched the ribbons I wear,
Took the time to weave them into the last strand in my red chemo hair.
She will stand proud like the statue of Liberty who stands tall.
Yes she is, indeed a Pink Lady…. A PINK LADY with balls!
Do you know that feeling?
Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning,
You can’t see what’s going on,
Your smiles soon to be gone,
Now here you are,
Standing under the chest,
Heavy shoulders, a violin press.
No longer needing the little black dress.
Suddenly your eyes are full of tears.
The beast is back.
With a fire’s shooting out from the dark,
Sweltering me, blazing me,
I stop, and read Little Sandy’s plea…..
you are no ordinary girl,
fighting cancer with ambitions leaving the world all ribbon tied.
Dimples and pretty lips, all her tears dry with her beauty and tissues.
She is the guidance and the light, fighting on the third stage off her seat.
A wonder woman is she, a PINK LADY who cannot be knocked off her feet….
All her lifelong, she has been filled with the pink ivory ambition at heart.
All Vicky wants is what other women want.
To be happy and free, not having to fight …
It is her words in which touch my soul,
There is no way you are going to have your way; this is the way she says it’s going to be.
That is the way I feel, I am real… you are a killer, you are a disease.
In many of us, you will discover a victory that will burn and destroys you,
Vicky, you are the Pink Lady of success.
Here’s another man who stands by our side, Ruben got glow,
Running with the Pink Lady show….
He keeps himself busy, when no one can see.
Soon, he’ll be blessing all the pink Sundays with glee.
Shoes of lavender will take him to the extra miles without tears.
Ruben~ you have felt the veil that covers our pink golden stairs.
Here’s a different cup, for another man who’s gentle and tough.
Pink- Pink- Pink- in Ravindra’s eyes, attracting visions that pass over the mountaintop.
The breath of a woman has always remained him of the pride we ride.
Charms, with intoxicating wine, he cheers our beauty divine.
A glittering voice that Patricia Ellis, take it from her,
She beat the punch, without fear.
Now listen well, because she is a PINK LADY who saved her own life.
The phone rings,
The clock dings,
I can’t even grasp, what is real.
I can’t exhale, the life you steal.
This fume is like murder in the first degree,
I can barely feel the words you express tonight.
Your hand, holding on to mine, as if it was the last.
I crawl I hide behind my wall.
There she stood and immersed like light.
My dearest friend Leonora,
rocks the ground when others are down,
She keeps her spirit high, when others have it rough,
Pink is the ointment in her diary for keepsake.
A sister by soul,
A sweet PINK LADY with the best caring friendship to go…
Visions of pink, remove the silence in her mind.
- She holds a heavy pink scarf and prays not to go there.
A supporter of stories, near and far…
you are your very own PINKY LADY Super Starr.
CAN’T YOU SEE I’M PLEADING FOR MY LIFE?
I have no family to lean on,
Everybody’s plus my mother is gone,
I have no friends by my side,
However, here you are a few poets with pink ribbon pens….
Ready to fight this Breast Cancer Battle like friends…
~Getting to know the pink side at my end~