Barbie Poems

Can It, Aussie Style - Antipodean, Not European

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

Barbie

Many know your face, 
Many know your name, Barbie
But few know your soul.

bridge club barbie loses it

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

she may be my favorite Barbie

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

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

space barbie and ken

barbie and ken travel keen

into deep space so serene

starried sky dance

astral romance

setting the new cosmic scene.

Barbie World

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

Barbie, My Doll - Ld

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

Good Night

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

Peacock Barbie

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

Barbie Maria

The little girl’s mom Tila, 
worked hard to save enough money
It was her baby girl’s birthday, 
how she loved her miel, her honey
She saw a Barbie doll that stood 
in the window at Catarina’s Boutique
Wearing a traditional dress embroidered, 
flowered details so unique
Sugar skulls glisten 
a crown of marigolds adorn her hair
A Mexicana Barbie with

Perfect Doesn'T Mean Plastic

The most recognizable doll in the United States 
Why?
Is it because she’s plastic and fake? 
Or white and blonde?
With the classic pink dress 
Or is it the slim waist and hot pink heels?
Or the bows in her hair and classic pearls around her neck?
Is she an icon for being so fake?
So go on and call

Barbie From India

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

Barbie

Shine in heaven sister

                                I know that's where you are

              

You

You-
Yes, you. 
Do ya know whatcha do
Preventing me from spreadin’ my wings?
I’m not a Barbie girl
In this material world
I don’t follow no false kings.
But these mad boys
Bad boys
Leave me feeling like a toy
To destroy
Hate 
And manipulate.
Am I worth it
Imperfect
Should I come as I may 
Is this all meant to be?

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