A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was
Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green
Or brown, depending on her mood that
Changed faster than traffic lights on
Sunset Boulevard
Between laughter, pain and suspicion
I could see her soul and wide-open eyes
They killed her slowly the famous men
Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond
Forever
I could have made her happy, but when
I found the courage to ring her doorbell
Marilyn wasn’t around anymore.
Zen
Love is
A gold coin
That never rust
“Conversation with my eight year old Granddaughter twenty one years ago.
She is still different and I still have the famed four leaf clover” ~~The Poet~~
It’s got extra Grandma, look at this clover.
It’s the only one, I looked over and over.
This one really did stand right out.
Just like you were telling me about.
It’s good to be different, that’s what you say.
It makes it better for me to feel OK.
It makes me feel like I have a magic wand,
When the kids treat me like a real dumb blond.
I am different, even if I cant work out 97 by two.
There are things I can do that they can’t do.
Lets frame this clover sweet Granddaughter,
Oh no Grandma, it will die without water.
You picked it so it will die anyway,
A frame will preserve it longer than a day.
Hair golden like the suns rays,
Figure that was va-va-voom,
That wiggle when you walked,
Men stared women frowned,
That beauty spot was not needed,
Acting like a dumb blond,
Not dumb, nor blond a redhead she was,
Actress and sex symbol,
Talented through and through,
She died to young,
Legend, icon remembered by everyone,
Murder, accident or suicide,
We will never know,
Norma jean remembered.
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