She’s not me,
She doesn’t have my name.
Instant transformation,
but chic jeans just don’t fit.
It’s body chemistry,
my scent on her? Rancid.
Baby I’m a trademark,
that’s just an impostor.
I am the legacy.
I know that’s what she’s after.
Stop. There’s just no hustle.
Dad I’m a rich girl now,
mom you would be so proud.
They all want to be me.
Especially her. Don’t worry.
She’ll never be me.
Mom.. dad? You made the rules.
Family is my identity.
She doesn’t have my name.
She’s not me.
Over four decades I’ve made memories,
faithfully captured and held dear.
On my knees as a 10 year old begging,
‘Mom will you please take me to see her?’
So may tears and so many smiles
your music has always brought solace.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over..
( See what I did there?)
Lyrics that just won’t quit. The G.O.A.T.
Undisputed and she’ll defend her title.
Mastering the art of veni vidi vici
is what this icon was born to do.
She’s set the tone and created an outlet
for our feminine wiles to divinely explode.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over:
there is only one Queen of Pop.
From a plane to a venue screaming,
just to be in such legendary ubiety.
Been to eight tours and I’d do it again
over and over …
Madonna!!!
Long may she reign.
She walked down the isle in an eburnean dress
looking like a beautiful Madonna I must confess
her hair long as Rapunzel was braided in a tress
she walked and she talked like a Royal Empress
I sat there in a wooden pew solitary as a mouse
admiring her stature, she was marrying a louse
but money is what she needed, and a big house
I was no more than a little poor hungry grouse
Abasking in the infusion of her sun I was her host
lost inside an old church, just like the Holy Ghost
the preacher began to talk and I hid behind a post
counting my losses feeling small, and very lost...
She swayed, turning two lustrous eyes my way
waiting for me to speak, what I couldn't say
poor as a church mouse all I could say is nay
then she said no, and that really made my day.
What kind of Madonna are you?
Your silk is flesh,
your green slippers
are lily pads for the daughter of Venus.
What if I laid my head upon your lap
would you mother me,
or caress dormant passions into flame?
In Spain and Italy
they march you through
the narrow, cobbled streets.
bound to a pole and banners
as if you were a totem,
a painted and caged
icon
of their masculine salvation.
Will you save me my gypsy Madonna,
or will I rescue you?
I will take you upon a starry night,
to ride within a rolling caravan.
Heaven will wait for us,
as we, ravaged by body-prayers,
dawdle upon the way.
Shall we then be riddled through
by the threads of each other's needs,
this our hungering impulse
to be both the seed and the flowering?
Decades of pure fire
we are all your lucky stars;
Wanna be icons.
I remember getting into that groove,
hearing your voice on the radio;
Didn’t own a single album yet,
I played that track over and over;
Hearing your voice on the radio,
full on diva screaming ‘Rebel’;
Your rhythm was urban bold;
Didn’t own a single album yet;
I couldn’t get enough of your music,
so I bought a song for the first time;
I played that track over and over,
as I have done with every tune since;
Addicted to a hit for every emotion.
MADONNA
Doctor told ‘Congrats Ma’am. You are pregnant.
Your heart beats go fast rapid and vibrant.
News is really grand.
Go and tell your husband.
He will rejoice turning jubilant.’
Lady replied ’I am not married.
Then how this great grand news will be carried?’
‘Fine. Go to your lover.
He is a proud father.
Bright green signal, but not alarming red.’
‘I have no lover’. Lady had to sigh.
‘So what? At dawn break stare at Eastern Sky.
You need not to worry.
Don’t be sad or sorry.
Bethlehem star, you are sure to descry.’
03/14/23
A Strand Premiere No. 1198
Contest by Brian Strand
She sits, patiently,
And waits
Alone.
It seems so long
Since she held him close,
And now, he is so far away.
The telephone rings.
She jumps up.
Her heart begins to thump.
News of him? Yes.
Yet another delay.
But he will be back
One day soon.
Until then,
She must lie awake, alone
With memories of happy days gone by;
Dreams of those yet to come.
Yes. Someday soon
He will come back.
Madonna is eclectic, multi-talented too, a humdinger
She has been a producer, a director, actress and singer
Song-writing has come natural as do many other things
She is impressive no matter what direction her ideas bring
Canvas print of beauty speaks
She was born of petal's peaks
fearless and brave, never weak
Edvard Munch was Norwegian not Greek
13/01/2022
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30 syllables / 7-7-7-9
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'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Madonna
Doctor told ’Congrats Ma’am, you are pregnant.
Tell your husband or lover to rejoice.’
She sighed ‘Me lone, no lover to enchant.’
‘Look at Bethlehem Star: Only choice.’
12/21/20
'Christmas -Chatuska' Contest by Andrea Dietrich
A woman with underarm hair
Decided that she would go bare
She lifted her arms
Revealing her charms
But everyone gagged in despair
Many have called her a sinner
A few have called her a saint
Doesn’t much matter to her
Ordered to disrupt the status quo
Never one to play by the rules
Nothing the same since we met her
An Icon, our Pop Queen
My Upcoming Birthday Celebrity Contest
8/24/19
William Kekaula
O Holy
O
Holy
Mother of Jesus
Mary
Virgin
Untouched one
Mother of Jesus
God needed a vessel
It was
His way
To come down
Himself
To prefect, His perfection
His glory endowed
In to Mary
His spirit entered
His breath, His love, His soul does
So Holy
O Holy mother of Jesus
Mary
Virgin
Untouched one
Mother of Jesus
Birth humanity Immanuel
The Virgin Mary
Virgin Mary
*Panagiota
Madonna
Virgin Mary
God’s Madonna He produced in her
O
Holy mother of…
Jesus
8/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
* the Panagiota is Greek name for the Virgin Mary, "Panagia" or "Madonna"
Panagiota
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