There once was a squirrel named Pam,
a scatter-brained woodland glam with no plan.
she’d skitter and squeak,
go speechless for weeks,
then pose precious-cute just because she can.
can I bring my glam-ma on the field trip? asked little Lou
Sure, said the teacher, I’ll give you another slip, here are two.
She thought the child had trouble pronouncing an R.
But when she saw his glam-ma, she knew she was a star.
Some of us are nanas or grandmas or grandmothers
This woman was a fashion statement, not like the others
She exuded sensuality, she was a fashion statement and bold.
Nothing about her said aged, seasoned, withered or old.
mascara in hand,
strawberry tank top slays—
nap time can wait, girl.
A silver platter,
It is my sudden clutter,
To spread my bread with butter,
I even use the cutter,
By posting a letter,
I find something better,
I would set my dessert later,
I don't let it into a gutter,
I am not a chatter,
I am like a trader,
I am not a sitter,
I'm in a jitter,
For a more beautiful flower,
Not something as sour,
Turn into an hour,
I am on the floor,
I'm trying to open the door,
I'm running away from a lair,
That does not want to be fair,
I could not even could not stand the stairs,
I will arrange the chairs,
I fashioned myself with Marie Claire,
I put on a gear,
Do not put me in tears,
Celebrate me with all the cheers,
For that, I salute those in Sears,
As I am the voice,
Uphold by the glitz,
Of hit and glam,
I put the media on the slam,
To remember my jam.
Hills and mountains
Fine pines and greens
Grass mown this year.
I best look all glam,when I climb to the sky,I best look all perfect,after all gods a guy…Those pearly white gates,she sees a tall man,she’s flirting with Jesus,her name is Suzanne!
“I think, therefore I'm glam!”
wrote Rene Descartes—with his
too beautiful mind.
As a baby I arrived sweetly, a peanut of a preemie
Winning the struggle for survival the first years of life
My mama was loving and tried hard to be a good wife
At five we ran away down south to live by the sea
She instilled the love of travel deeply inside of me, while
Teaching, encouraging and corralling a willful independence
Road trips and picnics; A simple life feels grateful abundance
I thank you for my integrity, faith of self and lovely smile
From student, fisherman, businesswoman to the artist I am
As provider, lover, friend, sister and aunt ~ I’m not much glam
written 9-29-2018
Story of my life in ten lines Poetry Contest. 2nd place
Sponsored by: Silent One. With gratitude, thank you.
I would have a hundred spears go right through me
I would have a guillotine cut me up thousand times into thousand pieces
I would have every bit of me burn up in ashes
I still don't think I would feel anything
I don't think I would feel any pain.
I didn't feel any pain.
I don't see any blood
Lucifer's hell looks tame.
Come on Luci
Is this the worst you can do?
Thought you went straight for blood
Thought you were hungry
Thought you couldn't resist me
Standing with all the blood and skin.
Well here is an open invitation
Don't go easy on me.
your
beauty
is a thing
which may not launch
a thousand ships as for Helen of Troy
but your glamour would stir a million hearts
or close to that
great a sum
so think
I
but
beware
oh wondrous
creature sublime
what media makes it breaks in no time
~15 Jul 2016~
In the world of glitz and glam
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind
She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells
The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows
A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove
As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php
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