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Barbie was the ultimate fashionista.
I received her when I was nine;
she had a shape; no ordinary baby doll.
No baby at all. It was embarrassing to dress her.
Or rather undress her.
Then we had Midge. A friend but not as pretty
Freckles toned her down a bit; she was ordinary
Whereas Barbie was always the epitome of glamour.
I have over ten thousand Pinterest Barbie pins.
None of them duplicates, so yes, she has remained
a fashionista for seventy years.
Ken came after Midge, maybe not in your world
but in mine. He came in a box, wearing a red and white striped
bathing outfit; he was the boy next door, obviously
in love with Barbie, not ordinary every day Midge.
I can remember the Barbie and Ken carrying cases.
Their cars, their houses, their spectacular outfits.
Most too costly for us.
We made their clothes.
Ominous Foreboding Augurs...
Innocuously incubated kindled
imperceptible dire strait
restlessness like tinder
with pinterest Deutsche agitate
barreling like a freight
train running so much
faster than an eight
track uber twittering,
rumbling, quickening and inculcate
dissension among dissolute
rabble rousers, who
do obediently initiate
rank and file will not abate,
boot re:reed out (bus) soon,
thence coalesces into ablegate
insidious encroachments
no longer patiently await...
ideal conditions to hatch
schism within parched
soil perfect for hate
mongers of democracy
breeds anarchy to facilitate
chaos, which quickly spreads
like kudzu, or wildfire Arson
Welles immediately forcing leader
of free world to abnegate,
(heard to trumpet "FORGET
THE WALL" mate),
(despite being caught in his
pink frilly underwear), to late
for Mar a Lago escape, where
formerly great wealth did
pool lightly coagulate
elite class heard faint stir of echoes,
then earsplitting clangorous louder
than an ICBM din (er bell)
rent asunder forcing
freedom of "FAKE
MEDIA" to abdicate
all the while pointing beringed
index finger to accentuate
his Taj Mahal ululation
interspersed veni, vedi,
veci stopping for spate
to coif (died in the will)
hirsute and aerate
said wind swept hairdo
pausing every now and again to snap
selfie portraits, plus
instagram loved ones to alleviate
that pompous, outsize,
and humongous ego fast deflate
ting into a shriveled up POTUS
float hissing boilerplate
hot airy premature ejaculations,
he would not capitulate
(sooner be rocketed
to Pyongyang and cell bate
good times with Kim
Jong-un to emasculate!
I now absolve myself
that aforementioned jest,
a tongue in cheek diatribe belies
my means to predict any forecast,
yet if any resemblance
of chance events
materializes between
my pablum childishness at best
there could arise fruitful market
for kitsch sheen collectors items
high as Mount Everest!
It doesn't mean
I have the sun rise in my hands
and have it set under my feet;
or that I control the hands of time.
I say it not,
because it's short and sweet
and can comfort my difficult emotions;
or that all my swings are solutions.
I don't say I'm fine
because I am ashamed
of my circumstance
or afraid of anyone's verdict
for instance.
I grew up in hell
where I was taught, in my shell
to deal with difficulties
even before I was hatched
I traded happiness for sadness
chose trouble over calmness,
sanity over madness
later for now.
I say I'm fine
because I know
this is just the start
for a fulfilling past:
my journey has not come to an end
I'm happier with myself
because the more I live
I know — the more I'll narrow my scope
for I have faith in hope.
I say I'm fine
because I spend more time
on things that add value
not on things I should value.
I say I'm fine
because I believe
I'll be fine.
?? Pinterest
I can’t remember who I was,
before voices other than mine stepped in.
I think I wanted to be
a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten—
a line or two still hums when I dream.
I think I wanted to be
a fashion designer, my first sketches—
heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder.
I think I wanted to be
a writer, during math class in middle school—
a girl with powers, betrayed by her lover.
Now I tell people I want to be
a marketing executive, a product manager—
since when, I can’t remember.
Before voices other than mine stepped in,
I think, I think—
I wanted to be
the hand behind moving dreams.
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Note: Inspired by a line I saw on Pinterest 'Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?'
What's up miss popular? People know about your greed
Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak,"
The average joe, and those silly electronics"
Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek
So many countless hours cushioning in luxury
Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter
Feasting on periodic table and splitting bonding
Then misguided paparazzi ask what’s the matter?
Dr. Gluttony's remedy, a coke and Mentos
Pridefully smiling as other families shatter
Expecting everyone’s contributions to the plate
Because, you are the modern-day narcissistic (*sore)
The search engines have endless pages on the topic
Upon your illusion throne, craving and wanting more
Deep down in the shadows, harbors your anger and wrath
Enviously fishing for a fresh party's primate
Yep, Scarlett, Megan and Kelly all have perfect cups
But don’t worry, over time your bim-bims will deflate
Sorry, Brittany and Jen both have the perfect butt
Though your horoscope says, “glutes are going to inflate”
Ma'am Trash Troll, you have not the cash flow of Uncle Sam
What A disgusting branded pathetic child you are
Your future will be a shabby truck driver's pit stop
Slothfully dreaming of becoming a super star
*Word changed
Updated 5/14/219
-Urban Dictionary-
1.Click Itch - An everlasting feeling of need to start clicking, usually on social sites such as Facebook, Instagram, Google, Pinterest, etc.
2.Dotard - An aging individual who has long lost the ability to make rational sense.
3.Cushioning - A dating technique where along with your main piece you also have several 'cushions', other people you'll chat and flirt with to cushion the potential blow of your main break-up and not leave you alone.
Form:
Wordsmith's Veneration...
Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...
English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky
issuing haphazard global toll till
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing
away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought
opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations
attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.
Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary
Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity
resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud
dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,
thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!
*Image of Kaihalulu Red Beach by Pinterest.
The Painted Islands
The beaches brushing Hawaii's sea blues,
in and of itself are impressive track,
perceptive picturesque color-filled views.
Like some isles, Punalu'u beach is black.
Elsewhere here, famed Kahena, sandy scene
aloft cliff's vista that aligns its back.
Punalu'u nears southernmost, you've been
in the whole USA, there lies a spread
called *Papakolea ... fanned sands of green.
Though, appropriate they're olivine, said
by officials. On Maui isle, clashed sights
of gorgeous Kaihalulu bursting red.
Truly tourist ere and now, best grade cites
isles to isles, and A-Plus our sandy whites.
2022 July 21
FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA
~~L MILTON HANKINS
*HMS 9/10 - Spelled Papakolea is pronounced with an emphasis on ending "a" (Papakole'a).
10 syllables per 14 lines = 140
Rainbow Heartbeat
Pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and become a part of me
Yellow to brighten
any cloudy day
As upon the waves
it effortlessly plays
Red born of desire
undulating motion
Salty on my tongue
a passionate potion
Yes, pour me a rainbow
let it float on the sea
As it flows from your heart
and becomes part of me
Blue as bright as the sky
a twin on the water
Twinkling refractions
Poseidon’s daughter
Green like in a garden
ripples tickle my feet
Liquid luxurious
a horizon to greet
Orange to tantalise
on waters once pale
Jack O'Lantern splendour
intertwining with whales
Let me savour your rainbow
as it floats on the sea
Flowing from your heart
becoming part of me
Indigo intuition
free flowing crystal clear
Your gift upon the sea
that draws me near
Violet imagination
A vision complete
Oceans of possibilities
Your rainbow heartbeat.
Image from Pinterest.
My home outside of home lies within the words
My best friend sends me at 10 o'clock at night
Their words grounding me to this earth
Better than gravity ever could
My home outside of home lies in music
That softens the tears in my eyes when
The world becomes waves
That will never not try to drown me
My home outside of home lies in an untitled document
Filled with words I will never find the courage
To say out loud
My home outside of home lies in Pinterest boards
And girls with waists so thin and faces so breathtaking
That the words my mom has told me since I was five--
"Beauty is supposed to come from within"--
Suddenly become words and nothing more
My home outside of home lies in the conversations
I have with my elder brother when the sky
Has been brushed with pinks and purples
And everything in between
My home outside of home reeks of toxicity
It has smothered me in so many coats of acid
My lungs don't even burn anymore
*Image of Living Water by Pinterest.
O' Heaven Hear My Cry
The river struck nearby my ears,
A Lightning hit excites my fears,
Feeling blames worth; I am the one,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
O' thunder's rain runs over me,
Soaked to my bones, mentality,
Shrinking holding as waters run,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
I sensed myself fully immersed,
My innards feel as a cloudburst,
Bearing a shift-hitting homerun,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
As tears drop freely, express I,
Heart's living water, confess I,
Water stain on my face well done,
Holy Ghost, forgave Father, Son,
2022 August 08 - REVISED
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER
~~Kim Rodrigues
RZ & HMS 8 syllables per 16 lines