There are moments in life you never forget, and some you definitely want to forget, forever.
Today was one of those I'll never forget days, but dear lord, I want to forget.
There you were eating your pizza, drinking your beer and faking your face, and whatever those were above your fake heart.
I was shocked at the size of everything. The only thing left to be the same was that look in your eyes, a cold stare, genuine evilness.
My eyes met yours and for a moment I was reminded that people really do wear masks and they create themselves with fake everything.
You didn't see me, but for a fleeting moment when you looked my way, I saw you.
My pizza was great, my salad was tasty. I enjoyed my company and didn't waste another moment trying to figure out who you really were, I already knew.
blue eyed blond barbies, black eyed golliwogs ~ essential polarities
My little Barbie doll
I am not a Barbie doll
People
God made me
With a natural skin
Some people say that
I just need to wear
Some make up
To look beautiful
I don't wear make up
To be beautiful
To make also people happy
I am me
I like my skin to look
Natural
Don't take it personally
The reverberating silence
When you every a room
All in your head
Kids don't just bully
As you pick rotten fruit
From my hair
Asking me
What did I do
It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Many know your face,
Many know your name, Barbie
But few know your soul.
Bridge club Barbie had her dance down well
The cards began flying up and down the hill
We ducked as the eight of clubs flew on past
She’s in a toot said her friend Willow Wast.
The seven of hearts went winging past my ear
I moved out of the way, for I was way too near
Bridge club Barbie was in a mood for sure.
Her partner’s bid was as awful as smelly manure
for a Barbie even she is hot, hot, hot
possibly arriving from the South, or maybe not…
her flaming red hair is the perfect color for her.
orange and pink gown makes this Barbie purr.
she might be my favorite I think, premature.
For I have since collected ninety-nine others way after her.
Bridge club Barbie had her dance down well
The cards began flying up and down the hill
We ducked as the eight of clubs flew on past
She’s in a toot said her friend Willow Wast.
The seven of hearts went winging past my ear
I moved out of the way, for I was way too near
Bridge club Barbie was in a mood for sure.
Her partner’s bid was as awful as smelly manure
barbie and ken travel keen
into a space quite serene
starried sky dance
astral romance
setting a new cosmic scene.
Who wouldn't want to live like Barbie?
Each moment in that golden hour world
is made up of such secure pink plastic;
Walking on heels and breaking plastic
means nothing to a girl as fly as Barbie;
She's breezy in her chameleon world;
Nothing goes awry in this pristine world,
days roll on but they are just plastic;
Without bona fide you feel for Barbie;
A mundane life of Barbie World plastic.
The Lost Doll Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
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Barbie was its name…
To me how it came…
Difficult to proclaim!
By its side, I used to sit,
Leaving it not for a bit…
This, I promptly admit!
Call it not a doll, it’s my plea…
In it I found an innocent glee;
It was almost a sibling to me!
It was the month of May;
My cousins from Bombay,
Visited us for their short stay!
With my Barbie, they all played;
Their hands on it they all laid;
Cut it into pieces with a blade!
And threw it into a river, I was told;
My anger then was uncontrolled;
And till now, I am left unconsoled!
From the groves of eucalyptus,
Over the hills of Alpine trees,
I bring for you,
The smell of roses.
With the shimmer of dew,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
Nightingales singing on boughs,
Fireflies hovering around the lamp post,
For you I bring sleepy teddy bear,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Beloved eyes, goodnight,
In the gentle moon's embrace,
With twinkling stars as your companions,
I tenderly lay my touch upon you,
A gentle stroke of affection,
A charming, enchanting dream.
Peacock Barbie was all that and more
Her feathers obtained at a dyed feather store
Her gown was a Mackie, through and through to the core
Her headpiece was something “simply to die for”.
Peacock barbie walked around in the highest shoes.
With those puppies on, we told her, you simply can’t lose.
She was sixteen feet tall and her waist was something I’d choose.
She is truly something! Writes out my take-over muse.
Barbie hails from India
With dark eyes and ebony hair
Slick and straight, soft to the touch
Her golden sarong is exotic and chic
Adorned with rhinestones and pearls
There is such a glitzy-ness to this Barbie
She must be of the highest caste I think
Nothing else would make sense
I get ready to put henna on her hands
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