I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.
Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.
My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.
How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.
in reel life’s small doses,
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.
In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.
I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.
When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.
Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?
I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning,
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
.
.
Of course, Norma Jeane Mortenson’s stage name was Marylin Monroe
Written for the 'Lost Poetry from History Challenge' contest.
Where you write a poem in the voice of an historical figure.
16:00.06-17
Way past midnight now, her mind is getting crowder,
How are you doing these days?
How things have been?
Little girl from broken home,
No one knew and no one cared.
Pillow fights and age 11,
Memories that she had shared.
"New name, new me" you said.
Tired of trying, nobody believed.
Broken homes of your own,
36 and buried, relieved.
How far is my good, can you tell?
Oh! Well, you never found your own.
Not to pry but you could try
To sing yourself more birthday songs.
Overdosed on pills and loves,
Were you scared, Norma Jeane?
Even the loveliest moon, smells like gunpowder.
J-oyful
E-xpression
A-bout
N-atal
E-vent
I-n
V-erse
Y-early
M-akes
A-nd
K-eeps
I-ts
L-iterary
I-nspiration
N-otably
G-reat
Topic: Birthday of Jeane Ivy F. Makiling (December 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
i'll never fear your
pelvic beard it's
as natural as
the hair
on my
chinny
chin
chin
so i'll huff
and i'll puff
but i'm not
much of
a gruff
wolf
that
would
blow your
house down
so Norma Jeane
stand over a subway
grate don't hesitate to
let its hot air run up your
legs and puff your dress up
to a parachute so i can fly away
The beautiful Marilyn Monroe
An Icon, she would never know
Blond bombshell, so pretty
She was also very witty
There was actress with a mole on her face
A facial mark, women tried to erase
It became so unique
Women drew it on cheeks
The mole became famous, not a disgrace
JFK was in love with her we all know
Her death was a horrible blow
Speculations arose, denial at best
Her iconic legend lives on as she rests
8/25/19
Contest: Clerimerick Couplets Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Your bones
Your skin ~
Your lips
Your hips ~
Your tango
Your mango ~
Your smile
Your style ~
Your sacred figure sing
You were everything ~
Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe
(born Norma Jeane Mortenson June 1, 1926, died August 5, 1962)
26.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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G-iven
L-ight
A-nd
I-lluminate
Z-enith
A-re
J-ust
E-ndorsing
A-nother
N-ew
E-arly
M-orn
A-s
L-oveliness
I-s
G-lowing
A-ugust
T-wenty-second
Topic: Birthday of Glaiza Jeane Maligat (August 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Immortal actress
American sex symbol
Left the world too soon
Dazzlingly prepossessing
Born Norma Jeane Mortensen
Date written and posted: 10/28/2017
Somewhere over the rainbow, perhaps her own heart's
Once upon a note ? Baby, I did not know Norma Jeane afore
Vagabond time ushered another of this world's orphaned beauty
Away but I be a child whom was aware, as there; these fragmented bits
Catching your glimpse until one day, your beauty, also spread her wings to fly
Beyound the gray churning cyclones in truth's black and white; unto colourful's gold....
Yellowbrick road while we became his Tin Man yet she, this lover of love looking at you, Baby.
When I was only seventeen,
I met my darling Norma Jeane.
And I, still wet behind the ears,
Emboldened by too many beers,
Approached her and forgot my fears,
Became the envy of my peers -
But knew our love would end in tears.
And after many lonesome years,
I saw her on the silver screen -
And dreamed of how it could have been…
Using Duo-Rhyme, a form by Mary Ports, for Andrea’s Duo-Rhyme contest
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