Long Barbie Poems
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too young for Woodstock
too old for Barbie dolls
I wore blue denim bell-bottoms
sometimes flowers in my hair
she arrived with summer wind
my friend Squeek
wild one exuding sensuality
as easy as breathing
making testosterone go crazy
she ran with bad boys
let me tag-a-long
one brief friendship then
she was gone
vanished like summer sun
what did she see in me
the dumpy ugly fat girl
maybe she was dream
maybe she was lesson
maybe it doesn't matter
fifty years later I'm still groovy
damned near perfect
I think about her and wonder
The pretty red hair girl
at the Houston Station
gave me heart palpitation,
but she got all my revered admiration...
because she resembled a Barbie doll;
and I became so emotional!
Across the platform
two green eyes smiled;
was it fate or coincidence?
I turned into a maniac without a norm,
or control, I waved at her twice
and spoke too loud;
I didn't notice the skinny cop named Bob
had a look not so preppy,
he surely was kind of creepy
and said, " Stand still, show me your id! "
I froze trying to find
an excuse to avoid
a summons for harassment or disturbance,
" Ok, Fred...you told me the truth, I assume!"
The red hair girl at the Houston Station
could have gotten me in serious trouble,
I slickly got out of it
with a silly lie bursting a big bubble;
sadly, I lost a good chance
at an unexpected romance!
Every afternoon I stand at the exact spot
waiting for her apparition,
not trusting my admonition...
feeling the intense pain of a deluded heart!
Without a hint of her name,
there's little I can do;
will we meet again
at the Houston Station?
Neither of us is to blame,
we'll be feeling so blue!
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
All the family photos are gone.
I wish I had made copies for others.
They would be in their houses, safe, and they would share.
But I was on such a budget. Grandmas offered to pay for them, but still.
I was too proud.
All the furniture is ruined. The lawn is littered with wrappers and cups.
Water got the furniture. Spectators who pulled up in cars to watch left their litter.
The walls are not quite black, yet much darker than gray. Some are gone, others are
Half gone, but in jiggly piggly points at the top as the fire decided to travel.
What is left is mostly plastic, a Barbie doll with singed off hair, a coffee container.
I search frantically through this soggy boggy water-logged hovel for something I care to keep.
Yes, I was lucky no one was home. No, I do not know if the fire was set. Yes, I have insurance.
Not enough, but I will keep that to myself.
Can we help?
How?
Who else knows what I am looking for?
I do not even know what I am looking for!
I would like to have salvaged a few things. My couch was fairly new, but it is destroyed.
My aunt said she could send a crew in. I cannot pay them, and insurance takes so long.
I do not need a damaged credit rating too. I can barely write a check at the grocery store now.
Besides, I have been burned by insurance companies before.
Trusting no one, I begin to pick through the debris that was once my home, hoping as I search.
I almost cry when
Entering the mourning den
You Jen
My dear departing childhood friend
Would send
Romantic sensations
Make my pumping special heart racing
Before facing
Reality at large
Sailing along, working the pensionary barge
Sweating in the hot sun
Until the laboring is done
We meet for fun
Then
Jen
Acting like, Barbie and Ken
Fences never needed to be mend
Due to our royal trust
Shiny strong, never a rust
That could go bust
Promises our blood made
Prologue to the evil’s invade
Pretending to trade
Suddenly someone screamed, ‘raid’
While we picked up our grades
Dear Lord, we prayed
What did both of us know
During a time of maturing and grow
Until it was time to go
Investing in the University system
And their four-year mission
Studying where our skills are
Passing the academic bar
Checking the midnight diner plates
Life was challenging and great
But I failed to defend
Jen
My lifelong friend
Now
You are dolled up, for the eternal bow
Everyone grumbles and growls
Saying goodbye
As you lie
In the den
When
We were truly Barbie and Ken
Wearing innocent clothes
Not having any foes
Until today
Our enemies will pay
For what they did
Sending you to an early crypt
Next time different things will be
If warned, ‘coming land or sea’
We will believe
Freedom will ring
Allowing everyone to sing
Show God our relationship bling
And the commitment ring
Reminding the judge, we will always be Queen and King
Of the Monarch, I rule
Despite uncontrollable events that are ever so cruel
My factory would make magic wands
That helps sick children
And make their dreams come true
My magic wand would replace
A child’s missing limp
So if she wanted to
Become a ballerina or
He wanted to be a
Basketball player it would
Magically happen
My magic wand would also protect
Them from being abused
And shielded from harm
Keeping child murderers away
My magic wand would whisked
Them far, far away to a special planet
Where they can just be kids
Having fun and being happy
Not having a care in the world
Where they can eat giant snow corns and
All the ice cream in the world, different flavors
Ride around on Large bubbles
And watch the beauty of the sky
With a variety of bright colors
That shoots out
Talking monster trucks and
Barbie dolls that walks by themselves
Santa’s village was on the edge of reconstruction and renovation.
the elves were excited, they held a parade and massive celebration.
Electronics, cell phones and I-pads are sought by children of today.
The workshop was full of antiquated equipment to toss away.
No one wanted wooden blocks or dolls that talk or wiggle.
They still had a filing cabinet of Barbie dolls that had a giggle.
Super hero items are now the absolute must-have rage.
They needed to delete obsolete toys that never reached a finished stage.
Santa’s reindeers were dancing around all joyful too.
They were on permanent break, for deliveries now came through Lou.
Lou was the head elf, and a big proponent of Amazon Prime.
So the reindeers could lay around and dine, all of the time.
Life was so carefree for me as a child, way back when
I was just a little girl who loved to dream and pretend
that I would grow up to be a doctor's nurse and mend
those who were hurt and sick. Their needs I would tend.
Way back then when I was ten, my world was small.
Dad was the man in my life. In my eyes he stood tall.
Working on our farm didn't seem like work at all
and when dinner was ready, we'd hear Mom's call.
My siblings and I had pets, but Bandi was my favorite one.
He'd wag his tail and run with me when my work was done.
He was a hunter and cocked his ears when Dad got the gun.
Way back then when I was ten, my life was filled with fun.
We didn't have a car, but on a farm we needed a truck.
When I honked the horn it made the silly chickens cluck.
It came in handy hauling our vegetables to earn a buck.
We sat in the flatbed when Dad said, "Corn to shuck."
I was a bit of a tom boy, never wanted to play with a doll.
My sister asked Santa for Barbie; my brother- a basketball.
All I wanted was a horse, but Mom was afraid I'd take a fall.
I heard a whinny in the morn; the tom boy began to bawl.
What few worries I had at ten, when life was so simplistic.
Too old to need a babysitter; too young to think of lipstick.
I chased lightning bugs at night, taught Bandi his new trick.
Those small parts of growing up are good memories that stick.
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The older sister didn’t like the younger
always treating her bad
when the younger was first born
it really drove her mad
when they were children
the older lost her sister friends
bullied and treated her rough
and she did it to no end
growing up the older a barbie girl
she always got the men
the younger second in the world
time and time again
the older one still nasty cruel
had always been the way
never thought her sibling tool
would better her one day
but the younger sister was no tool
she was sweet and beautiful
had a group of friends from school
whilst the older had none at all
but men all chased her
she could pick and choose
never treated the younger better
as the younger would always lose
Having lost the younger friends
The older went for it again
fancied her sisters sexy friend
and she always gets the men
but this WAS her sisters friend
a friend immune to the trend
and he knew of her nasty past
didn’t like how she treated
finally the older was past up at last
for the first time ever defeated
if you bully his friend
he’ll never get with you
and he gave his friend
the victory she never knew
The older sister had a nervous breakdown
and the friend has been kicked out now
for the love of dogs
Over the bay a rainbow dripping colors
into turquoise water, nothing can be that beautiful
if there is no prize to pay without the horror
of a gruesome sight.
A terrible smell from the flat below that was odd
they went on holiday to Greece and left the dog alone
in the flat with water in a dish and biscuits
not to forget some toys.
It took days before someone broke down the door
and set the dog free from its hot sticky hell
Some people do not have the capacity to understand
a dog is a loved member of the family.
If this is not possible, get a Barbie doll.