A WARDROBE MISHAP
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There once was a squirrel named Marilyn,
In a dress made of white, she was a twirlin’.
With a gust of fresh air on her derriere,
She danced with nary a care,
And the male squirrels cheered, “You’re a sexy darlin’!”
But one day, as she twirled and leapt with delight,
Her dress caught a branch in mid-flight.
With a flap and a flap,
She fell in a snap—
And the other squirrels erupted in fright!
Yet Marilyn laughed, brushed off her dress,
“Just a wardrobe mishap, I confess!
But the breeze, oh so sweet,
Makes my heart skip a beat,
In my fashionable attire, I have such finesse!”
Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend
Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough
When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes
Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right
On rainy nights of such gloom
Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days are cold
Gold of such radiance of the Sun, Breakfast at Tiffany’s Place
I'm a lady with expensive taste,
You have to please me with great royalties.
in the
atheist
wind
pleated
skirt
Marilyn
For the glamorous Marilyn Monroe
Completely out of their minds men would go
Her hour glass figure
Sent them a-dither
When her two beauties were out there on show.
Marilyn wished to be star, perchance
Through dangerous years she’d act, sing and dance
In films she appeared
She lost all her fears
And she was never without a romance.
As a blonde bombshell Marilyn was known
Her face and her shape got her on a throne
Some liked it hot
When wild the wind got
Up went her frock, to her shock all was shown.
Sadly Marilyn met her end too soon
Now she's flying somewhere over the moon
A proven actress
In heaven's love nest
She dances and sings with angels in tune.
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Born in the abode of the angels,
a blooming rose beautiful and coy;
Glance even from different angles,
as always you were a world of joy;
You rose to dizzy heights and stardom,
there was a time all you touched was gold;
Life of parties in glitzy filmdom,
t'was tragic to see your life unfold;
Caught in the murky web of showbiz,
you tried to be the part of it all;
Many marriages, heartbreaks, never is
easy to get over, and play ball:
Health took a turn for the worse for you,
but you neglected it to stay on top;
A magnet as controversies grew,
you were from a unique field and crop;
Hollywood is a scary place love,
should've known before diving headlong;
it has robbed your sweet innocence dove,
now, sleep ports you to where you belong.
Even Marilyn Monroe had work done
She is beauty with or without blonde
Hairs and cares of movie star heights
Perhaps her pain made her bigger than life
She is a thick beauty we admire today
Crushed by it all she was lost by fate.
We are from the sixties, I am Marilyn, and she is Jane.
They are wearing leopard, tightly, and seem a bit insane.
We have painted our car appropriately the less smart one says.
I have no words for them. They are probably not from any res.
We are platinum blondes, Marilyn tells me, as if I am sight-impaired.
Sixties songs all the time, says the one whose laundry gets aired.
They tell of cheating husbands and the joyful road trip they are on.
A few more minutes of chatter, and these tell-alls are away and gone.
Did you hear what happened to Jane? I yell as they peel pink car away.
Marilyn gives me a happy wave; and they are out of sight that day.
They were something! My husband says, winking as if we have a joke.
They might be ridiculous, but do not deserve meanness from a bloke.
Marilyn and Elvis, iconic, and well-loved, cherished, beloved.
Loved and beloved in the same sentence? Only for these two.
They both have a vulnerability and a tragic back story
Elvis had to live for his twin, Aaron, who died in the womb
Marilyn had to reinvent herself, so someone would love her
Both unaware of how beautiful they were; neither understanding
We who grew up in the sixties wanted to fall in love with them
They were both edgy, a bit out there, classically unique, daring.
They both caused parents to shudder, and talk.
Anyone who can make Ed Sullivan blush is okay with me.
They were sex symbols, without trying to be.
Okay, Marilyn tried. All Elvis had to do was give you his look.
That smoldering look that made you gasp
They were our beautiful people, our icons,
The ones we all wanted to be; the ones we would be
When we grew up. We all aspired to be Marilyn and Elvis.
Better yet, Marilyn and Elvis.
Twirling my truth like the tornado that I can be
I do not care, expect, or anticipate you catching up with me.
I can be cruel, crass, and crabby for sure.
Know there is the other side too- compassionate and child-pure.
My patience was shaken out of me by caretakers many years ago.
I am insecure because of it, but not at all even a tiny bit slow.
I make mistakes, sure, and I can be flaming hot in your bed.
If you are not up for a challenge, follow that girl instead.
I talk in a little girl voice, to remind myself to take care of Norma Jean.
You will do better if you nurture her; she despises anything unkind or mean.
My name is Marilyn, and I will tease people for the next hundred years.
Come sit by my side, and be affectionate, and you’ll have no kind of fears.
Marilyn, Little Girl Lost.
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Little girl lost
who never grew up
burdened throughout her short life
by a lack of her Mothers love.
Thrown into the limelight
beauty made her a star
loved by everyone
but never felt good enough
so insecure
Longed for a family
always searching for true love.
She became a pin-up
and every man's dream
because of her alluring beauty
femininity and sensuality
hiding the real person inside
and everything she aspired to be.
But the hurting child inside would not set her free.
Always feeling lonely
felt uneasy in crowds
so misunderstood
even though her intentions were good
Two different people
Norma Jean who no one wanted to know
and Marilyn who everyone wanted to know
a product ans manikin
her real self and dreams denied
with her finger constantly
on the self destruct button
finally it got too much
But even now our hearts are touched
and they'll always be
a place for Marilyn in our heats.
Quote~
''Help me! Help me !''
life is getting closer
and all I want to do is die. ~ Marilyn Monroe.
''She has become more than an icon''
She has become apart of our psyche.
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~ Peter Dome. Copyright 2012.
What I love about Star Trek isn’t the plots or even the characters, It’s their casual, daily use of fantastic technologies (think replicators) - for them, the ordinary. It mirrors our own banal use of magic-like wireless, google searches and air travel.
We are marvelous monkeys.
I’m a teenager. I am new and agog - Jesus, I have a lot to learn. How are the many marvels that elevate our lives actually made? The millions of cars, the fuel distribution systems, our skyscrapers. Who thought of all this?
We’re marvelous monkeys.
We can almost cheat death - I saw Marilyn Monroe on TV last night. It wasn't the real her - of course - just the image of her purring sexuality. The her without the messy adopted-child neuroses, chemical dependencies, loneliness and deeper longings. But it's early days - her DNA is lying around here somewhere.
We’re marvelous monkeys.
Marilyn Monroe type, she’s a right bombshell
on ice, with windblown red dress, mademoiselle.
Raven gloves flying high.
Snow-white skates fleck blue sky.
Pony show’s feral and free for her clientele.
11/7/2020
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.
Sassy Lady
A blond bombshell beauty,
Sensual cornflower blue eyes
That dropped men to their knees
I watched that
Sassy lady one night
On the southwest corner
Of Lexington Avenue
And 52nd street
In a white dress
I listen to the
Click, click, click
As she walks by
In high heels
Mesmerized
With the sway of her sexy hips
As she turns and walks away
With a glimmering
Spark in her eye
I can read her mind
To her surprise
Over a subway grate
Her dress is blown upward
With the blast of warm air
Embarrassed
She turns back
Looks my direction
With a playful flirtation
My excitement arouses
3/7/2020
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Marilyn Monroe
American Actress
popular sex symbols of the 1950s and early 1960s
Lived: Jun 01, 1926 - Aug 05, 1962 (age 36)
The film; The Seven Year Itch,
Hearing an approaching subway train, Monroe stepped onto the grate, having her skirt blown high by the train passing underneath, saying “ooh do you feel the breeze from the subway, isn’t it delicious.” Minds across the country were simultaneously blown.
The world without you is horrendous and sad.
Without you, beauty is almost nothing
beauty tries to show itself and insists
but without you, it remains blurred
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