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.
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.
For 'Guess Who' contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
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.
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.
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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Sponsored By:Chantelle Anne Cooke
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
Your bones
Your skin ~
Your lips
Your hips ~
Your tango
Your mango ~
Your smile
Your style ~
Your sacred figure sing
You were everything ~
Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Monroe
(born Norma Jeane Mortenson June 1, 1926, died August 5, 1962)
26.03.2019
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bust A Move Although a show to proof
lift up a tendency come and sit next to me
river
river...
a winged creature studded feature
burn the bridges shown each frozen
lots of love toward destiny
feature,
sweet feature
an animal frantic
sound from your real proof
busted in the middle gazed to second fiddle
begged the journalist not to look like a joke
join in the chorus plagued for heaven...
sweet sullen sweep
encouraged to stand still & repeat
Nothing Like Marilyn Monroe,
some of the images reveals in back of her hair and makeup
Elton joined her "Candle in the wind"
onto each velvet side...,
sleep to sweep her under the sun
Immortal actress
American sex symbol
Left the world too soon
Dazzlingly prepossessing
Born Norma Jeane Mortensen
Date written and posted: 10/28/2017
Screen goddess Marilyn Monroe
Rustling whirled dress with thighs that glow,
Her stockings were quite a plenty
To cover unshaved limbs, so hairy.
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6/1/2015
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