DOWN GOES PAM BONDI
FOR TRUMP JUST ONE MORE BLONDIE
PAM SAYS TRUMP CONNED ME
Fashion’s a verb
an action word
something you do.
A subtle brush of blush
cheeks dusted with peach
eyes, smudge-framed with kohl
a soft fingertip of powder on the nose
so it doesn’t like-Rudolph-reindeer glow
A shimmer of glimmer arching over lids
A bit, a spark, of barely-there bronzer,
and on the lips, a trace of glossy color.
Alchemy or pretty pollution
Chasing radiance on tired skin
powdered to porcelain
Yesterday's bad decisions
hidden by good DNA
and makeup in a cliché
of desperate optimism.
Disclaimer: Tell your doctor
if you show signs of delusion
and begin to believe the illusions
.
.
Songs for this:
One Way or Another by Blondie
Rush by Troye Sivan [E]
.
.
[E] = explicit song
The universal yearning to be famous
or heap together masses of monedes
mean zip to me. My id’s an ignoramus.
So own your games of thrones, your maravedis.
Your Florida is Phobos, Denver, Deimos:
your Aspen’s asinine, your Hamptons, Hades.
The rutting writ no longer runs, to tame us:
Pam Blondie you can keep, and likewise ladies
who once manipulated that mandamus -
your Slinky Susies and your Sultry Sadies.
So what remains? It needs no Nostradamus!
The three of us, and Guinness, in O’Grady’s -
my friend and brother, Fighting Irish Seamus:
my little Spanish missus, named Mercedes.
Amanda said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Actually wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
(Was really into comic strip characters
as a young 'un!)
Three of the utmost sassiest chicks I ever did see
Were Bluey, Red, and the notoriously cutey Blondie
They wiggled their tail feathers, causing rooster to turn red.
He was their embarrassed daddy, this big guy, named Fred.
Why do you act like such harlots, I asked them one day
We like to tease the other roosters; it is our way to play
They never settled down, stayed single all of their lives.
A good thing probably, they would have made terrible wives.
A secret angel follows me, and observes my life, she looks like a guard
A guard, a guardian angel, an invisible heavenly life, she is a heart, love
She is here with me, in my room, and inspires me, she is a so great heart
She is visible, just for me. Tall, blue eyes, blondie, amazing, attractive, thin
She is talking to me, just talking to me, she asks me about black magic
Yes, I do that, I answer to her. Why? she asked. That’s my gun, I said
That’s bad, don't do that, she warned me. No, I can’t do anything, I said
Why? she asked. Because I haven’t any choice but to protect myself, I said.
In my life, prayer no longer helps. Only black magic, conversation closed.
Secret Angel
Don’t follow me
But be with me
Come to me often
And live with me
By Michael Liguori and Robert Liguori
Dagwood Bumstead
Probably has been in the company of broccoli
We know that he and Blondie like to Eat
Tarzan most likely has been in the company of broccoli
Especially in the Jungle, everything grows there
Batman and Robin eat on the down low, they have probably seen a little cold broccoli when fighting Mr. Freeze
the cast of Archie Bunker often eats on the show
Do they love broccoli?
I do not know
Ask Meathead when you see him
I want to know who reading this adores broccoli
You can eat broccoli, so many different ways,
Broccoli likes to float in cheddar cheese soup it seems
Has anyone ever put barbecue sauce on broccoli?
How about deep fried breaded broccoli
Then dipping it in a bowl of barbecue sauce
Wouldn’t that be fantastic?
And so healthy!
I have on occasion eaten barbecue ribs
Made for me by the local Asian market place
Delicious
Is a barbecue rib the same thing as breaded deep fried broccoli covered in barbecue sauce?
No, I don’t think so
Because I just invented breaded, deep-fried, barbecue broccoli
Wow, doesn’t that read as deliciousness !?!
?
Drooping pen said “enough of melancholia”
Spread words of cheer, like sweet smelling magnolia
Vowed never again to write of misery
So fished for words in diction’s fishery
Who would become the inspiring muse
Some clever thought or inspiring ruse
Up came blondie Donald duck
America’s ex-president, my potluck
A failed businessman turned slick politician
Pulled wool over the eyes like a crafty magician
A moving hyperbole of lies and untruths
Never to be forgotten in America's history books
Macabre stairs that creek horrendously beneath her feet
that creepy little girl descending owns hair as fine as wheat
Shadows play on the wall like evil puppeteers of old
they are silhouettes of gloom, exploiters of the underworld I'm told
With gutterish ***** she calls out to the old Master of defeat
" Trick or treat give me something good to eat "
Cognizant of goblins, ghosts and Satan's world now feared
Halloween is but a darkness seized by living creatures geared.
Hybrid breeds of children well disguised with brawl
Open doors left ajar walking mongrels staggers call
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Grap a costume meet the blondie with the gory purple lips
its Halloween with all its dread, here have a bag of chips!
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Oct 29 2022
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Halloween
i once was a broken watch with skin
i once had a comfort that would never get itchy
i once lived in a perfect version of newfound freedom and personal comfort
then changes happened because of me and because of life
i am like the paparazzi
change is like the paparazzi
my voice is like that lady in that blondie group
'they gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha!'
now my dried up, crusty blood has repaired the broken watch
now the sudden discomfort has me itchin' like heeb bullies
now freedom costs everything, which causes mad discomfort
paparazzi likes ole vulnerable me
paparazzi takes advantage of the consistency of my oft spare change
Hey fruity cutie,
I been wondering
Just what’cha gonna do
With your peachy booty.
Mind if I lend a hand,
‘Cause I know what’s pick of the crop,
So come on strawberry blondie,
Just take off your top.
And she was a friend of mine
Well maybe if we had had the time
Long blonde hair and not a care
So Birmingham was where
I saw and fell in love with Jill's long hair
Love you Blondie
Mine was longer though
X
Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide
Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too
Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow
Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same
This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills
(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
.
There was a beach
Where Sandy would teach
The children how to swim
There was a ballfield
Where Blondie revealed
His secrets for hitting a ball
There was a library
Where Cynthia was the lady
Who helped you find books to read
There was an ice cream stand
Where the Sawyer clan
Sweetened your summer evenings
There was a set of tracks
Where we would make pennies flat
Then skip them across the river
There was a Rexall store
Where you could score
A milkshake that would make you sing
There was a mountain
Where the folks who do the counting
Proclaim it, most climbed one in the land
There were several cemeteries
Where each one’s preferred seminary
Kept separated the dead and the living
There were parades and jubilees
Where the whole community
Would celebrate life for a while
There is a small town
Where my roots can be found
Firmly planted in American soil
Wonder Woman, Blondie, and Daisy
Are ladies who drive a man crazy
Large bust, tiny waist
No need to be chaste
Yet beguiled by men who are lazy!
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.