AWESTRUCK
Floating through , fourteen steps from my view , she was the energy in the parlor. Politicals, 5 Stars, Ambassadors alike, each held a word on their tongue , blurt shrug, defray, sparse and naked of clamor ,how quickly caustic recourse surrendered , fourteen steps away , now all puffery gladdened to join Pageant extras. I wondered , were there moments Marylyn left her charisma askew, keenly aware her hypnotic control ruled mostly the men , but the ladies too. Not with jealous eye but engaging admires no questionnaire could ratify. No one will tell cuz no one can tell. Somewhere ago the accident became weapon , even 56 consecutive buys only a florist list. It was all too short. It is all majestically measured above even the four carved granitely. Wishing only she cooed and whispered less in that one song, she hated that she showed up Jackie.
Bobby O
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone in proximity breathed different
- Category: Fable
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Happy Birthday, Mister Purr eh eh sident.....
You woke me up for that whole truck full of incite w that deep look? Love you lots
The female’s designed to muddle the male mind. Some more so than others. Nice write!
JP
SOME more so than others
Great title and tribute Bobby
Norma Jean will never be forgotten
Really enjoyed this read
Aligned. A-lined
Sublime description of your muse today-Great notice to her details, even her pain, when you carved out this poem, poet friend.
It started out as a description of my dysfunctional ex w a slight kinship to the loneliness in Marylyn but I really don’t like my ex and she wasn’t worthy of the way the words suddenly rolled , so I fired her built the enigma and the power without compromise. Thanks fir staying w me , it’s respect and I’m mindful of your gift. Soon, I wanna talk more about Jazz. When finally , in Bye Bye Blackbird, after that crafty rhythm section had that key board help for just the exact teasingly extra two heats of time, Miles enters w his muted horn almost TOO late but then we hear,
De De. De De , da ent da
And it’s the most perfect entry.
It sounds like you are looking at all things wholeheartedly and improvising in wide dimensionality be it about people or art-You have a great ear for all things poetry, jazz and more-thanks for sharing…
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say it like we were & some of us still are ..
Exact
This reminds me of how we are known differently by everyone that knows us.
Nice write!
Thanks for sharing
You made a nice point that extends vision and the function of we see this and adapt.
This is absolutely breathtaking! A great accolade. And yes, even in your own
point of view...I see it! Wouldn't expect anything less from you!!
Grateful for your kind words. Means a lot
This is absolutely breathtaking! A great accolade. And yes, even in your own
point of view...I see it! Wouldn't expect anything less from you!!
Did you get that 56?
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