I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
Categories:
bette, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Buzz of the Bette
last Chip
last Buck
last Hope
The Bill Rex me Blanche
Owen by Dawn
Skip to the Chase
the Butch dude Pat me to the floor
with little Grace he Hectors:
“you Ken Di or go Robin for my Bud”
I Bo and go with the Flo
ready to Nick to the Max
so he don’t Chuck me off the Cliff
Lets be Frank
Jack in the Buzz
before you Carrie
the Barb of the Bette
Categories:
bette, word play,
Form: Free verse
let’s go back a
hundred-thousand years
to these ragged edges
torn rains
raw greens
biting seas
to the first sunrise,
now understood.
tears of calm joy –
a return.
we find ourselves
in this,
a kinship;
our brother is
our keeper,
and we
its’ guardian,
walk the edges
and the smooths;
our planet,
Earth’s children
Categories:
bette, adventure, beauty, earth, environment,
Form: Blank verse
my love,
would you mind if i took the time
to share a lovely chill that tickles my smile?
it's your eyes!
i'm afraid that i lose myself in them
in their promise
in their million shades of a million blues
i have to confess they inspire in me
a romantic desire.
when your eyes touch mine
my thoughts hitchhike on a highway of mischief
like a teenager barefoot on scorching hot slate.
sometimes
my sweet
i imagine
diving head first
into our locked stare
there i bathe in the milk of your
dream eyes
and in the fix of my wake
i reach the surface drenched
in the solitude
of your loving glare.
i feel compelled to tell you that my body
my whole body
trembles in my admiration of them
what I am trying to say
my love
is
oh my God
your eyes.
Categories:
bette, romance, romantic,
Form: Free verse
So , was it real cold there , in my shadow .
When M/S Midler sang , with you in mind .
When all we shared
Was the time ,we spared
And lost dreams , I still had to find .
That fickle friend named Limelight
Made you step into the shade.
As I took the bow
For the here and now
And false promises I made .
But the silent strength beside me
And protection that it brings
Was the lifting breeze of loyalty
Yes ! , the wind beneath my wings.
Like the many friends , I've found here
On this talented , varied site
As M/S Midler still reminds me
Your lifting wind still helps me write .
Do I believe it ?? ..... You Bette !! ....
Inspired by the Pen to Song contest and the quality writers on this site ..
Categories:
bette, friendship
Form: Rhyme
Old Man Pete lived all alone
in a junk yard trailer
he called home
Had a dog with a crooked leg
a one eyed cat
whose name was Fred
Lost his wife name of Bev
ran her down
with his '64 Chev
Met a stripper name of Bette
just while surfing
on the net
She'd been wed for many a year
but hubby died
from too much beer
Second partner name of Frank
was doing time
for robbing bank
Next came Al who was a sport
but drinking landed
him in court
Then she met a chap named Ben
who now sits
in a New York pen
Last came Leroy who ran away
with Bette's sister
Tammy Mae
Bette and Pete soon got wed
then he took her
to his bed
Bette went into part time hooking
white Pete stayed home
and did the cooking
Each night they sit so glad they wed
with their three legged dog
and cat named Fred
Categories:
bette, funny
Form: Rhyme