this death will be the life of me
patches in the sky
we used to call them clouds
before the bombs went off
and canopied us in a toxic shell;
the artist swapped his brush
for a brick
and threw it in tantrum
from a distance
at some cheesy idyllic canvas
and despite our decaying teeth falling out
with clumps of hair and skin
you slipped out of your negligee
a little too easy tonight
Flagrant bird Bernadette feathery flair flamboyant
Towers over average plumage
Parades tassle twist pantomime pow wow warbonnet
Cascade costume illuminating
Cheyenne crowned showgirl, a flurry of torso tumult
Statuesque neck festers fatalism
Stiletto weapon punctuates staid with societal revolt
Rouses a Lady Marmalade rythm
Elusive vermilion mouth majestic Bernadette buxom
Slinks sequined by beside suited
Patrons in shadow of taboo troublesome seduction
Stubble rub struggle translucent
Sashaying aves, aloof eaglet suspended in feminine
Bouyant slow swirl drape tailed koi
Hypnotic bronzed bends transmit treacle pheromone
Concocts a carbonated cider void
26th June Too sexy!
Morti Martha was from a bigger town
A glitzy town, a jazzy town, Las Vegas.
She had been a showgirl; is what I was told.
Not by her, but by many others.
She had visited our church once, and her clothes sparkled.
Rhinestones in church! Some of the staid members were askance.
I thought she looked ritzy and fine wearing sequined plastic baubles.
She wore an elaborate headpiece to her first PTA meeting.
“Is that gold leaf?” someone asked. A few tittered.
I thought Morti Martha looked gorgeous, so I sat by her.
“I love your headpiece,” I told her.
“They are the ones that started the rumors,” she said.
“I am buying in to please them.”
Off to the big audition to be a showgirl
This lofty lady her big head all a swirl
In the grandstand was the grand plan
She knew she can can do that can can
At least at one point she thought she could could
Perhaps those old joints don't bend so good good
But damn the odds she took that mainstage
And kicked like hell to turn a new page
She shocked the pants right off those judges
So no regrets could hold old grudges
Could it be the next great show headliner
Be this ancient bobblehead with eye liner
Well!... No, that's not quite realistic really
But what a story!.. a bit simplistic and silly
The truth of this big noggin at one hundred
Was a standing ovation and compromise said
The judges gave her free passes for the show
Kick it up a notch now and then, or you'll truly never know
Talk of the barnyard today were Daisy Debbie and Darlene
Three piglets whose mother is rarely and not often seen.
They are as sociable as she is elusive, shy, hidden and quiet.
That she is the mother of these piglets is truly a riot!
They must take after their daddy, observed the cow and horse.
They are spiffy and jiffy, dancing and prancing, usually off course.
Their snorting is loud, and they make themselves known.
They are as loud as a 747 who is being crankily flown.
Daisy, Debbie and Darlene, take after their grandma Sow.
She was a showgirl, a high stepper, that sow was a wow!
Three piglets in the barnyard who keep us all on our toes.
Where they will end up is anyone's guess, said the goat named Boze.
Being a showgirl made her kryptonite
Bill kept it a secret for it was a blight.
At this time show folk were ostracized on sight.
She married his cousin who had his own light.
Bill always felt badly and kept out of sight.
Hey, ms tallywoman, tall me bananas
I'm so split mit vanilla and chocolate
And riven with grief.
I promise to play nices
And disable my vices.
I know hoo yoo are - you're Lola the showgirl
Banging and banging out rhythms and rhymes
At the Copa, Copa Cabaaananas (in Cuba)
The best gesture of my brain is less than the tilde in all your mananas.
She’s a buxom blonde with a pretty face,
Who carries herself with such strength and grace.
From the humblest of beginnings, she got her start
Her songs are sweet poetry that comes from the heart.
There’s power in her words and I am lifted up high
By lovely songs like Silver and Gold and Love is like a Butterfly.
And a Coat of Many Colors always brings a tear to my eye
While working 9 to 5 leaves me feeling all revved up and alive.
Dolly’s quite a storyteller and with the turn of a phrase
She’ll wrap you up in her soft hearted ways.
Full of glitz and glam, she’s quite a showgirl
But she’s a down home country gal, in a showboat world.
She writes about life experiences and what she sees
Just the same as any poet, I’m sure you’ll agree
And with a voice so sweet, steady and strong
I hope her words will echo, on and on.
© 06-29-2012
Dolly Parton
For: What songwriter Inspires you Contest
Showgirl--- Couda been one.
Had the body, had the skin.
Had a yen for the wages of sin.
Take me, sun! Broil me, sun!
Toast my points gleaming bronze.
Now I gots these leopard spots,
Not one's, but tons, and
May not be the very hottest,
But surely am the very spottest
Lonesome former Bathing
Goddess---
Anybody wanna roar?
On a ship of Fools she has gone with the Wind
Titanic’s sinking Christmas in Connecticut
Chained and Possessed by this Sudden Fear
The Heiress in this our life is in a cage
A stolen life by the old maid
Mr. Skeffington is waiting for the Marked Woman
In a lonely place in Casablanca are Angels with dirty faces
From Key Largo to Raintree County you just put your lips together and blow
Sing and dance Carmen Jones
Pray for your lover from the Cabin in the sky
When the man comes to dinner meet him at the showboat of your heart
A muletto is Imitating life
The love letter from the indiscretion’s of an American wife
After the seven year itch
The prince and the showgirl are waiting
To make love
Broken blossoms inherit the wind
The birth of a nation
Silences our intolerance
And now is the Scarlet Letter
Modern times reflect the kid
Mosier Verdox is the king in New York
A Woman in Paris waits by the City Lights
For The Great Dictator
Hushing Charlotte, Baby Jane, Aunt Alice they know your game
Fear, love, laughter or horror in this land of make believe.
The cackling woman digs your grave
Thank the original for all you enjoy!
Showdown...
Showboat
Show up.
Show me
Showstopper!
Showman...
Showgirl...
Show out
Show-off!
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