Best Norma Poems
Awakening early
just before sunrise
to exquisite sounds
of the morning refrain
Blackbird sweetly
offers his love
with his passionate tune
surely making her swoon
How could she resist
this morning opera
each wistful aria
expressing his love
Flying towards her
with hope in his heart
plans are made
a love nest to start
Drawn towards
the sea ~ the sun
I have great expectations
as they become one
A watercolour
is like no other
of pink and red and navy blue
~ another day
~ another hue
Oh how I love to watch her
as she gently rises from the sea
This orange ball
~ spherical ~
puts on her morning show for me
A dark blue cloud
encompasses her
but her beams break free
from this cloudy shroud
As if lighting a stage
she’s the star of the show...
~ a Marilyn Monroe ~
~ a Greta Garbo ~
with just one look
she's
~ Norma Desmond ~
Shimmering ~ Glistening
~ in her gold lamé gown ~
Written 22nd June 2020
Contest Brian's Choice Q
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
When I was only seventeen,
I met my darling Norma Jeane.
And I, still wet behind the ears,
Emboldened by too many beers,
Approached her and forgot my fears,
Became the envy of my peers -
But knew our love would end in tears.
And after many lonesome years,
I saw her on the silver screen -
And dreamed of how it could have been…
Using Duo-Rhyme, a form by Mary Ports, for Andrea’s Duo-Rhyme contest
Sweet memories of Norma
Come shining through
There are just so many
And I’d like to share a few
We’ve been very best friends
For about fifty three years
Through the ups and downs
With lots of laughter and some tears
She has really been like
A dear sister to me
I’m even called Aunt Susan
By most of her family
In her life she has had
Her share of difficulties
Going through tough times,
Illnesses and some disabilities
But with her positive spirit
And being a cheerful person
She has always had a joyful heart
That she shared with everyone
As a single mom she worked so hard
To raise her children and make a family
And even when they were all grown
They were always her top priority
We worked and lived together
Back some time ago
Even when things got hectic
She always seemed so mellow
With any blockage in her path
She found an opened door
She always loved the bible
And Christian music she’d adore
Norma liked to take road trips
And to her, the special one
Was seeing the beautiful mountains
On a trip to Washington
She always had a hobby
To sew, crochet or knit
And with her special crafts
She was indeed most artistic
She was always able to make
So many wonderful things
By using her inventive mind
She created beauty out of nothing
She enjoyed good food
And always liked to cook
And some of her mom’s recipes
She put in a handmade cookbook
Yellow roses and chocolate pretzels
Were things she liked the best
But her grandchildren and loving pets
Were better than the rest
Though she was a little stubborn
Some folks just might say
For speaking her mind of what she believed
But we loved her that way
She was always there for Gracie
By her side so close
And being Dustin’s champion
Her heart desired the most
She kept a constant vigilance
Sitting out in the hot sun
Watching over their damaged home
Of what the tornado had done
Being outdoors was second nature
With her skin tone you could tell
Her natural beauty was clear to see
And she had great legs as well
A unique kind of soul
With no one to even compare
Always making us laugh
And giving more than she could spare
Dedicated to Norma Lee Ekstrom
Written by Florence McMillian (Flo)
If I had the choice to start over again
What would I rather have been
A rocket scientist, a famous writer
Or a stand-up like Norma Jean!
Must've been fun to make 'em laugh
To make people giggle and smile
To help them forget life's many struggles
If only for a very short while
Now that's what I call a fun type job
But I'm sure it had its down side
Like sleeping all day and up all night
Could make a person bleary eyed!
Must've been hard in New York City
Trying to please a tough crowd
Her comedic skills are evident today
When you read her poetry out loud!
So instead of a comic, I became an artist
Kinda similar in a way don't ya think
Both creative and unique occupations
Guess we both ended up in the pink!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Norma Jean was a good friend on another poetry site!
rising star
paparazzi stalked
avid fans
harass her
men pursue, abandon to
alcohol and pills
I NEED ONE MORE STANZA TO FINISH THIS OFF, ANY SUGGESTIONS WOULD BE
GREAT :)
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Goodbye said that man with the unusually large glasses
Good bye he says in that song
I wonder how long
Did you lie there alone?
Did you end your life
The way you were born?
Naked and crying
Or were you wearing that dress
The one you made famous
In that movie
The seven year something
That’s how we all remember you now
Not for the real person you were
Only for the blonde show pony you became
Even your name
Didn’t shed any light on
The truth about you
I wonder if we will ever know
What actually happened?
How you lived, how you died
They say that they tried
To find out the truth
But we all know that it was swept under the rug
“She died by her own hand” the media said
Found lifeless on the floor
But you were murdered
We are all sure
Of it, and no one
Not the government or the press
Will ever convince us
Of anything less!
A photo on a dating site
How gorgeous that girl looked
By text we flirted all that night
And I was truly hooked
She looked like a celebrity
Like Marilyn Monroe
With sexy eyes and pouting lips
And slim from head to toe
We texted till we felt at ease
And then we made the choice
We swapped our numbers eagerly
To chat some more by voice
She said some sexy things to me
(And some that made me blush)
I praised her lovely curly hair
She praised her own hairbrush
But I’m a proper cockney
And it turns out so was she
One thing she did the same as me
Was say ‘H’ silently
So when we met I got a shock
It seemed I’d got it wrong
Her ‘H’ had not been silent
For an ‘H’ did not belong
She hadn’t used her hairbrush
And her airbrush was long gone
Because the girl in front of me
Looked just like Elton John
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[‘Goodbye Norma Jean’ from ‘Candle In The Wind’
by the aforementioned Mr John]
Norma Jean and Marilyn
Norma Jean Baker, Marilyn Monroe
A beautiful actress, a woman of woe
Just couldn’t handle all her ills
Loved the champagne mixed with pills
Blond bombshell Marilyn Monroe
Married Miller and DiMaggio
Aroused suspicions
with certain politicians
Soon found dead in her bungalow
Born Norma Jean M. to a mother insane.
Never knew her real father, just his name.
Vaulted to stardom selling glamour and sex.
If you had lived Marilyn, what would have been next?
9/23/19
Clerimerick Couplets (Hybrid Form) Poetry Contest/Premier 3rd
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
STRAND SELECT 3 any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Courage is a quality that describes well this star who fought an uphill battle since childhood when abandoned by a mother suffering from mental issues, and later having to overcome sexual abuse in several foster homes - then trying to build a career for herself while trapped in an era where sexy women weren't taken seriously.
from pin-up girl to leading lady
sultry goddess
cultural icon and phenomenon
movie star
sex symbol
her public mesmerized
a beauty mark
red sumptuous lips
trademark blonde hair
photographed at every angle
product of an unstable childhood
early scars that never healed
deep down just a girl shy and insecure
hooked and determined
to defy odds and make it big
Norma Jeane
in over her head
in a conniving
vicious shark tank
fame but at what risk
just wanting to be loved
but never enough to fill the void
the little girl
in the skin of a strong woman
issues of trust and abandonment
not so easily conquered
addiction depression and anxiety
lurking in the dark
Norma Jeane
Marilyn Munroe
larger than life
her name still conjuring a dreamy aura
enigmatic her candle in the wind
Read on air by invitation ~ September 19, 2020 'MYTHS & LEGENDS'
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on September 5, 2020 for contest COURAGE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
in the beginning
wholesome and fresh
with a vibrant glow
a trailer park name
a path to fame
finally an opening
in the jungle door
mighty Niagra about to flow
too late now to say no
golden dreams
every mans fantasy
the moth and the flame
too long at the party
past time for bed
sugar plums dance in her head
good night Norma Jean
I wrote a limerick the other day
About an old girlfriend named Norma Fay
She wanted my bod,
Lying on the sod
As for Norma Fay, what more can I say?
written January 29, 2022
The beautiful Marilyn Monroe
An Icon, she would never know
Blond bombshell, so pretty
She was also very witty
There was actress with a mole on her face
A facial mark, women tried to erase
It became so unique
Women drew it on cheeks
The mole became famous, not a disgrace
JFK was in love with her we all know
Her death was a horrible blow
Speculations arose, denial at best
Her iconic legend lives on as she rests
8/25/19
Contest: Clerimerick Couplets Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
She was the bawdiest gal, they said.
Her eyes were green, her hair was red.
There were rumors of course
She rode nude on her pet horse
But we never knew her, for she was long dead.
You’re luckier for it, they told me.
She lived to be age eighty-three
She had a hankering
For all kinds of pankering
She was my Great-Aunt Norma Bea
I saw Moby Dick riding the Star-Spangled Banner
One full moon before the freezing September
Jamaica made first the say
Towards breaking the bonds of foray
While Warren was saying goodbye
Einstein blew the first cry
Towards breaking the bonds of foray
About six steps away
While Norma Jean was groaning in pain
The shadow of Columbus set sail for Spain
Poor Nelson made the creed
That broke the chains of apartheid
While the world was shedding tears for a fallen angel
Two teardrops fell that broke all hell
While Jamaica was waving the flags of liberty
Fleming unfolded an ancient mystery
Poor lovely Norma Jean
Fell early like James Dean
But the memory of her prime
Was revered through time
In memory of Norma Jean Baker
Nature's first child with nature's passion blend
Ornated flower where the sun's passion rend
Religious things from the flawed hand of men
Melodious to hear, to dance but never bend
Astute wonder that from Orpheus' lyre descend