There is a woman named Melany
Who committed a crime a felony
Despite her deep shame
She rose to unique fame
Bought her nude pics new hair and teeth
Her two biggest hits were "Lay Down" and "Brand New Key"
Most fans knew her only by her first name, "Melanie".
She was the pride and joy of the Queens borough of New York City.
Later, Melanie lived in the town of Red Bank, New Jersey.
In France, a song achieved number one with "Bobo's Party"
Later, in the Netherlands, "Beautiful People" attained popularity.
Relatively few were aware Melanie's last name was "Safka".
"Brand New Key" reached number one in the U.S. and Canada.
As a singer/songwriter, this lady proved to be prolific.
Melanie still performs today, and is considered terrific.
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Set fire to our mothers' graves,
frenetic genetics is all the rave,
give "Yesterday" a parting wave,
reeling feelings now enslaved.
Exchange a useless past for "Now",
the Broken Tablets, the Golden Cow.
Feel the breeze, the chill, the bone,
bow to Nothing, burn the throne.
Low chants that leave no hollow echo,
betoken the trim of New Age deco.
Holding flames against the rain,
condemned to repeat, we start again.
MELANIE DEPARTED
Melanie departed. His habits cured her of moon-shine and bambi-eyes. The huge door slammed so tight and her deep footprints in the mud that night made it intelligible to even him that she never would return. This crystal clear taunt was haunting. A spectral of fear hung like a teardrop chandelier, ready to loose a torrent of vacuous time….tick tick tick
tHe raFTers dark and eerIE
CrEak
the cyclone in his head wh-O-rls
and the O-cean of his stomach drops
a ghost’s in flight
its chAIns
they claNG against the treMblinG Ceiling
portenTIOUS stars where light shouLd shiNe
a shadow stuns, IT PeeKS
at him, smiling so vaingl-O-riously
he faints
as he revives
he opens up his eyes
a green sheet with holes for eyes, speaks
“b..o..o”
he loses his booze
runs from that O-pen space
the chains they r U m B l e
the apparition gives it straight,
“your d...e...a...d fool”
8/5/2019
Whenever I look up
At the stars,
I am eternally grateful.
As even in the unfathomable
Endlessness of the universe,
I found you.
I've never written a poem before, so please comment on how I can improve it. I do not know if I chose the most meaningful points to form a new line.
Thank you!
Melanie, where is she ???
September 2nd, 2016
Melanie, found herself !!!
Twenty plus years !!!, in a fog.
Many drugs, drug induced stupors
made up most hours of her life !!!
The loss of an appendage
became a door opening,
letting in the long lost light.
My belief is in these words she writes,
“ new life, new hair, back to being me! ”
This, this parent cannot wait to see.
Will she stand tall and strong ???, be free
of all in her life that brought her to be
a drug addict, making wrong choices !!!
Wrong males to become involved with.
Listening to theirs and the drugs voices.
I cannot wait for these voices to dim !!!
To become inaudible whispers upon the wind,
a wind that will carry these destructive voices,
males, drugs, inner, out into a silent universe.
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 16th 2017
Melanie, where is she ???
My patience has reached a ceiling.
Much too heavy is this feeling
I get when I get no consideration.
Your total lack of appreciation
breaks my troubled heart
with each and every new start
I become in evolved in.
These journeys, what sin.
I feel that I have reached an end.
Your attitudes, I no longer care to defend,
justify as a product of your drug addiction.
This must be my sad and final conviction.
You, my Dear, have made your choices.
I have had enough of these drug induced voices.
I do not want to believe that this is you,
yet, you come out, in word, in all you do,
that doth convince me that you are
- once beautiful -, now a falling star.
My wish is, that Creekside offers hope
for us all, that you clean up, get off the dope.
Love
A sad Dad
B . J . “ A ” 2
September 2nd 2016
Lost Soul - Troubled Spirit
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Melanie !!!, Melanie !!!, Melanie !!!
What has taken you to the edge ???, again !!!
What is dragging you into that abyss ???
Why are you slipping back into that black hole ???
What is it ??? causing you such pain !!!
What is it ??? we are seeming to miss !!!,
that is ripping you apart, steeling your soul !!!
From this self-destructive behavior, you need to refrain !!!
You need to get beyond !!!, find some bliss !!!
Find some answers, come to know
the amount of stress, the amount of strain
you are inflicting within your body, for you can kiss
it all goodbye if you soon do not let it all go !!!
B. J. “A ” 2 - Dad
December 29th 2015
Melanie, Melanie, Melanie.
My Dear, sweet, troubled … beautiful Child,
what is it ?, I wonder ?, drives you so wild.
Where from ?, does come, all your pain,
pain making you like a runaway train,
upon tracks leading to self-destruction !
How to stop you ?, I have no instruction !
Does it come ?, some ?, from what I am not,
what I cannot give ?, what I have not got ?
For you to be alive, to help you survive,
To help you derive, to help you revive
the soul, the spirit of the Girl I know,
my Daughter, life forces I’d love to show.
Show a much better path upon which to go,
find fields, rich, beneficial seeds of, to sow
many of life’s experiences bringing you gladness,
times filled with much pleasure, joy and happiness
while all else slips into darkness, fades into an emptiness
that no longer consumes you, issues you may now address.
B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )
December 26th 2002
Many problems may appear
Endless and putting you in fear
Leave it up to God
And surely things wont be hard
New day everyday
In his Glory there you stay
Even in your darkest time you can find your way
Here lies Melanie Walker.
A legendary hooker of old.
Her customers must have loved her
because they bought her a coffin of gold.