Monroe Poems - Poems about Monroe

When you stood there with your skirt blowing up, à la Marilyn Monroe, I'm pretty sure your boyfriend was very glad to know, that not a soul saw your panty ~ simply because ~ you weren't wearing any, as, with a feigned embarrassment, you sang out ~ "Hwhoa!" ...

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I knew my life was in grave danger when I contacted the FBI desperate plea for dire help IDENTITY FRAUD ON MY LIFE BY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY received threats from special agent Alan King I’d written about me at Black Panther Party breakfast program Chicago a civil rights field trip to Lincoln’s home...

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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...

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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...

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I can feel your inner pain although I know this can’t be so, running through my own veins after many years of your soul leaving this world for so much more It’s been almost sixty-two years since your presence roamed this earth, but you are memorialized within so many that feels as you once did with...

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In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger; their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers —drama daring pinot-noir peignoir baring— full of themselves and solar ignition preen like quasi queens …as they gaze into a saffron glazed looking-glass lake… full-bodied ...

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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....

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Monroe was always up before dawn got too deep cookin' coffee and bacon while we're still asleep When five o'clock rolled around he'd ring that damn bell Many a morning I'd liked to send him to hell...

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The Tramp Persona Who was this boy, a pauper born? Existing in despair and continual forlorn Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously? Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings A cathodic empathy he brings of all those around him, a famous clown A wiggled walk, a cane, a...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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They told me the Gospel spoke about Him. I've searched Dan to Beersheba but could not find the women he festered. They asked why I can't see what they see, I told them my head is too unreasonable to pass the test of poisoned goat, and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight. I refused the washing before...

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