Long Barbie Poems
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~Barbie Girl~
(Rhyme)
She's beautiful and she's blonde
And she can be anything I want
Of her little girls are very fond
Of,and I collect them all and so my aunt.
I play with them and collect them all,
I love my Barbie dolls since I'm very small,
I can't resist their charm when they seem to call
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all.
Yes, that's Barbie, she's so cool, and she's so popular.
I just love her to pieces, don't you?
And she can be anything she wants
Barbie may be just a doll to you, but not to me
Barbie can dance and she can play too,
Barbie goes to school and has a family,
She's a pretty gal and she can never grow old
Barbie is a special doll, and she shines like gold.
She's beautiful and she's blonde,
She can be anything I want her to be,
Sometimes she's blonde and sometimes she's not!
She has cars, she has houses, she has pets and she likes tea.
She's beautiful and she's blonde
She can be anything I want
And of her all little girls are very fond
Of,and I collect them all and so my aunt.
Barbie is cool! And Barbie is a star!
I love my Barbie dolls since I'm very small
She can be anything I want
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
December,24,2014
Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm:
"How To File Your Own Taxes" by May Linda Form.
If this one's available, I'm calling dibs:
"Let's Cook in the Backyard " by Barbie Q. Dribs.
If that one is sold out, this might fit the bill:
"The Perfect Hamburger" by Patty O'Grill.
If you don't have time for the whole book, just scan it:
"Naming Your Newspaper" by Dale E. Planet.
This one's selling out, be the first on your block:
"You Must Bring My Daughter Home" by Ada Clock.
One book I've been wanting I think really rocks:
It's called "Spooner's Footwear". It's by Susan Shocks.
You students may need this one for your next quiz:
"It's All About Nature" by Ollie G. Whiz.
And speaking of science, this one is debateable:
"Decomposing Organisms" by O. deGradable.
If you know a student, I'm sure they will love:
"Better Test Taking" by Olive D. Above.
At 70 cents, this old book is a cheapie:
"Hypnosis Tricks" by U. R. Barry Sleepy.
For those with a more Catholic upbringing:
"Be On Time For Church" by Isabel Ringing.
Need help thinking quicker? This one's on the button:
"Reacting in Crises" by Olive O'Sudden.
You could take this one on your longer vacations:
"Destroyer Warfare" by Mandy Battlestations.
To order this title, you may have to beg:
"My Very Small Breakfast" by I. Ada Negg.
I know of a fitness book you ought to buy:
"I'm Living Forever" by Dawn Wanda Dye.
This could be a best-seller, I have no doubt:
"It's None of Your Business, You Twit!" by Bud Out.
You may think these books are for real. If you do,
there's a nice bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you!
Dear society
stop bringing me down
stop making it seem like my thin eyebrows whom I inherited from my beautiful mother is wrong.All because it doesn't fit your beauty standards.As if the only way for eyebrows to look good are for them to look thick
stop bringing me down just because my lips don't look like kylie's injected ones and don't get me wrong she looks amazing !
When you degrade the features i've been made with
you degrade my parents,my parent's parents and so on
Stop bringing me down just because my body does not demonstrate a small waist
big butt and boobs
it does not mean i don't define beauty
My skin that suffers with acne and scarring
does not mean i do not fit into the category of beauty
There is no such thing as perfect skin or a flawless human being
I am made up of many flaws
My nose that contradicts the portrait of a beautifully shaped barbie face
And my tiny eyes that hold together my tiny lashes.
Everything about me is flawed and that's okay because I am proud to be who I am and how I look
We both agree that we're friends but last I checked, friends don't call at one in the morning. Friends don't pretend that they're not friends. Don't pretend not to know each other and friends don't look at each other like we do and tell me why everytime I do, it makes me want to cry but we say we're friends but never act like it. We both agree that it's nothing so why does it always feel like it's something? So are we strangers or friends? I've asked you this a million times and you always say the same stupid line, "I just don't want her finding out". "It's one little white lie". Sound familiar? Every time you say that, it makes me sick inside. I don't want to hide this anymore. Don't want to take her place being yours. Not saying that we should end this, not saying that we should keep on hiding this either. But it's fine though right, because you're leaving for Texas and this'll all blow over? Well news flash-it won't. The past will come back to haunt you like your shadow eventually always does. If we're just friends then why does it feel like it's nothing and everything at the same time? I don't want to be your Barbie doll, playing dress up, pretending to be your cowgirl when that's not my place.
This isn't even my race to run in. We should've just stopped before we even heard "Go!". So what's the prize when we both lose-strangers or friends?
Outside was our go-to place.
We had homemade playdough.
Tiny play rolling pins.
Betsy Wetsy dolls.
In the summer we were outside
Picking vegetables all morning.
But the afternoons were for swimming.
Either in the lake or the public pool.
Marbles was my game in autumn.
I was good at it.
Good at jacks too.
I collected a lot of marbles.
On rainy days I created my own paper dolls.
Barbie came out when I was nine.
We got them for Christmas that year.
Our aunt made clothes for them.
She taught us how to sew and that was fun.
Troll dolls were popular when we got to sixth grade.
We made bunches of clothes out of felt for them.
There was a pattern and we had it!
Twigs and sticks were made into little grass huts
In the back forty during spring.
We also found a stream and made it wider
Naming it singing river, back down by the cotton wood trees.
We played “The ghost is out tonight” in the summer evenings
With six or ten neighborhood kids
Our parents laughing on the porches over nothing.
Such an innocent life. Such a wonderful innocent time!
~Barbie Doll~
(Free Verse or Narrative poem)
She’s beautiful and she’s blonde
And she can be anything I want
Of her little girls are very fond
Of, and I collect them all and so my aunt
I play with them and collect them all,
I love my Barbie dolls since I’m very small,
I can’t resist their charm when they seem to call
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all
Yes, that’s Barbie, she’s so cool, and she’s so popular
I just love her to pieces, don’t you?
And she can be anything she wants
Barbie may be just a doll to you, but not to me
Barbie can dance and she can play too,
Barbie goes to school and has a family,
She’s a pretty gal and she can never grow old
Barbie is a special doll, and she shines like gold
She’s beautiful and she’s blonde,
She can be anything I want her to be,
Sometimes she’s blonde and sometimes she’s not
She has cars, she has houses, she has pets and she likes tea
She’s beautiful and she’s blonde
She can be anything I want
And of her all little girls are very fond
Of, and I collect them all and so my aunt
Barbie is so cool and Barbie is a star
I love my Barbie dolls since I’m very small
She can be anything I want
And when I spot them in the store I just want them all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
December.28.2015
~Author's notes:
Poem was written from a little girl's point of view... her thinking about her growing Barbie dolls collection. Ah, children are so sweet when they're little :)
Virtual Fantasy
by Odin Roark
So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face
First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe
Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart
Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s feet cover
Cheekbone carving
Botox injections
Steroid Adams
Enhancement Eves
Fast forward
Beneath gender façade
Lurks a swirling cauldron
Marveling in grease slick color
Oil running hot
Engine never cold
To be
Is not to be
Man and woman
Where molten-hardened
Eruptive cycles
So often masked
Addictively rush tomorrow’s reality
Meanwhile
History ever fading
Continues priming expectants
Reminding Barbie doll captives
And GI Joe dreamers
Tomorrow’s headgear fantasy
Comes with warning
Virtual sympathy
Not included
Hannah bashed her dolls’s faces on concrete, ripping off Barbie dolls’ heads and cutting their hair so they looked ugly
She also killed little lizards on their yard. But nobody ever saw her doing those things and she always looked very calm and relaxed
Destructive emotions running in her head she was furious, very angry and mad
But having a perfect pretty face and blonde hair nobody could’ve ever imagined that she could do something so bad
Hanna had become very good at wearing her poker face to hide what was going on inside her head, turmoil and terror
She had practiced to smile for a long time in front of the mirror
Hanna had felt real rage starting to boil inside her when her abuser had found a girlfriend
How dare he replace her like that
I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
Turbo1904
- - Deplorable Dora - -
Destined to request the best and never get it
Regular ordinary bored her
When temptation came and offered improvement
You can bet she accepted
Barbie bold angel - curvaceous temptress blonde
Sold Dora her magnetism
For the itty bitty price of her one and only soul
With glee she took the opportunity to be pretty
Empty insides didn't matter
Faced places the following day a new alluring lady
Dozens were dazzled by her
Dora had the power to charm, disarm with a wink
Simple smile froze stubborness
Turned reluctance into assurance of every success
Elation gained from gorgeous appearance served
Facile needs realised easily
Bits of bared curves cured problems, were solutions
Glimpses of bouncy cleavage
Given whenever an impediment threatened her way
Lined her path in platinum
Painted her gate with hate repellent saint lipped gold
Enamoured Dora thought her thorough transforming
Had squeezed all potential fault
Wrong's possible not at all in existence any more
When her Grandma sadly passed
She knew her Disney duty was to brighten and shine
Hot white of wet metal Dora
Sauntered into the church in scanty sequin bikini
Took the looks of shock and aghast to be admiration
Stilettoed amble of wayward
Unashamedly clutched casket's edge with teal talons
Glorious Dora suddenly covered
By alter robes, chivalrous cape flown to her shoulders
Poor Dora anointed thought
Super hero status had been granted, instead of desperate
Request for modesty
23rd August 2020
Kai Michael Neumann
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