Best Platinum Blonde Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring 
pinot-noir peignoir baring—
full of themselves  and solar ignition
preen like...

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She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace

She said hi hon you know why I'm here
he replied let...

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In a picture she looks young
Beautiful caramel hair
Green eyes that light-up and dance
His love once romanced

In a picture she looks old
Shiny platinum blonde thin hair
Green eyes that are now fatigued
His love put away  ...

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In order to understand , you should go to the poem "William part 1 "
   
Your back ..I thank you ! I know many disagree with the love one may choose to have with same sex , I ask you this time ..try...

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My image was dull drab and dreary 
(It hadn’t be changed for a while)
I thought that my hair had potential
... It was time I updated my style
But the last time that I’d had a haircut 
I hadn’t been pleased with my “do”
I’d lost half my...

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I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that...

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Alova ... 
she’s the leaven princess 
of oven bosom tear oppression

Her violet Persian neutering rug
has the sterile stench of
cougar mating feral aggression

It’s her purple passion
to Farsi emasculate with femme fatale hate
She’s a hardcase lover in a hardcore way

Alova is the Iron Mistress of Mellat Park,
a...

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Clive’s wife is out of town for the evening
so he doesn’t have a second to lose
Feeling his excitement rising 
he nervously places his first order


The late night courier delivers a huge box 
Clive frantically rips off the packaging
to reveal ...
Six inch stiletto’s -
in flamingo pink...

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Winter has arrived for a treatment and later makes a grand entrance at the 
hairdressers.
At home,forged metal, molten metal  ,blacksmith hammering a horseshoe.
Quicksilver mercury smooth metal  etched and inlayed with black enamel
Straw bale for pillows, candles for lighting illuminating dried sage fumes.
Family crest...

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If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone there’ll be no one here to mourn ya
For it was only God above urinating down your neck.
Carbon monoxide inhalation, it’s...

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What is pretty?
Is it platinum blonde like sunlight and
Baby blue eyes like sapphires?

Is pretty so skinny your bones pierce your flesh
In a dead and grotesque fashion?

Is pretty lingerie drawn tight around your body
Showing all
Clothes that expose every crevice
And curve for another's amusement?

Another's approval?

Is pretty some...

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Sarah’s ruby lips were all of a quiver
when she spotted Ted down on the quay
To a platinum blonde he would deliver
a gift Sarah is not yet meant to see

‘Quaint Roses’ is Sarah’s favorite perfume
she’d seen it listed on Ted’s credit card receipt
Sarah’s in a quandary,...

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Platinum blonde, gray eyes like the polluted clouds over a Kiev sky,
heavy black coat covers the dress her mother hated, 
a young woman in heels and hidden flapper dress,
its fringe brushed the skin above her knees, forbidden rouge in her pocket.

In 1922, she walked alone...

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THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST    
The other day I was perplexed so I  pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial...

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Penelope’s in a hopeless quandary, backed into a corner.
She enjoyed the flirt of youth. Had no one warned her?
She rejected freedom of reflection. ‘Who’s she? ...not a saint.’
Penelope painted on her face, mirror-perfection - faithfully quaint.
Platinum blonde tresses, like a fisherman’s net, she caught men.
Each...

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