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Sunday Writing: Poem – Licentia – ” Plastic Drowns” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to ScribblersDip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this last Sunday’s Writing Prompt quote/collage.

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Credit: ScribblersDip MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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“Stuck in a generation where loyalty is just a tattoo, love is just a quote, and lying is the new truth.” 

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Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Games insane, thinks she’s Queen, now breath wanes. 

Her long voluminous eyelash extensions sweep, 

Dyed hair weeps silver strands on botoxed cheeks. 

Ingenuine smile teeth veneers and braces;

Blond bombshell Marilyn’s plastic twin races. 

Against the clock to keep her youth, nips tucks —

Child’s facelift, brow lift microbladed must. 

Hearts and flower tattoos, she’s loved a few but, 

Never many, not one recalled past lust. 

Queen Bee, they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 

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Her long voluminous eyelash extensions sweep, 

Dyed hair weeps silver strands on botoxed cheeks. 

Today she thinks she’ll dye her hair as red, 

As the hair on princess Ariel’s head. 

Red, red with gown to rival ocean’s surf, 

Sea-green, topaz-mint silk fabric unearthed. 

Some taffeta so dress floats, one-strap to bare, 

More skin, her bodice diamond encrusted layers. 

Lenses to make her eyes seafoam green dots, 

Corset pulled tight, plastic chest pulled up-top. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 
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Ingenuine smile veneers and braces;

Blond bombshell Marilyn’s plastic twin races. 

Thought of need for actual dental design, 

Never entered mind, pristine teeth inclined. 

No thoughts of cost, credit cards, her wealth, 

All for looks, a beauty drowning herself. 

Procedures, weekly treatments, face, body; 

Hair coiffed, eyebrows plucked, tinted; applauded —

By those like her who in shallowness confound. 

In ankle deep depth succumb and all drown. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane game, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 

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Against the clock to keep her youth, nips tucks —

Child’s facelift, eyebrows high microbladed must.

Could one drown, sputter, choke on water just —
Because they’re steeped in procedures, a must?

Plastic to fill the cracks where natural beauty, 

Flourished; sweet, beautiful, but not enough, 

Now fakeness hides inner trauma, no trust. 

Grew up in the snake pit of Divas; ‘subtly — 

Enhanced,’ language unknown, tears burn eyes, flood —

Place she can’t be saved, where the cost is blood. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes

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Hearts and flower tattoos, she’s loved a few but, 

Never many, any one recalled past lust. 

Her love was herself, no one else mattered, 

Life reveals and such vanity shatters. 

Until she realizes the heart must be built, 

For the body ages becomes as ash, silt. 

She can fake youth or be classically

Lovely, elegant, forever dazzling.

Graceful aging,with minor repairs, 

Youth found in caring, she’ll not drown despaired. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

Day 24 – NaPoWriPo –  Satire – “Tyger, Lamb, and Dead Sylphs”


– I wrote this earlier but it fits the prompt to do a Satire or Parody of a Poem:

The tyger in the room prowls and flicks his tail.He stretches his long feral body and gives a lazy stretch.

He knows he has me cornered, cowering like a lamb.
My inner nature of experience, he is the tyger “burning bright.”
But he fights with my soul, one of innocence, a lamb lead to the slaughter.
So, either I’m a monster prowling around or a carcass many enjoy with Greek food.
Yes, I am stuck!
Between a rock and a hard place, to be exact.
And swirling streams of consciousness, suck and scar my soul.
I am the honest one, the good girl.
No I am the liar the cheater, the tyger “with immortal eye” whose “fearful symmetry” I deplore.

Oh, Blake, you knew human nature all to well.
We too easily destroy ourselves by making bad choices.
These choices lead us to dark paths, though some experience is good, the rest is aghast.
Though some innocence is good, we need experience to make it through life.
All I wanted was some new experiences, to have a wandering nature as I go in life.
But curiosity he is a cat, one with orange stripes and deep fathomless eyes.
And the fluff of lamb hair I hold so dear, she went up in a poof of cloud to live with sylphs and other innocent beings that are no more.
I am a creature of experience now and I don’t know what to do?
Give a chance to someone new or hold with my old faithful who always returns to me.

He is not perfect, but he learns, and knows me like no other.
My new danger lurks and knows me as I tell my story, knows I am difficult.
But knowing and living with are two different ways.
And I am scared to know him, lest I be branded with a scarlet A and called a traitor.
What actions do I take tyger flicking eyes towards his pray, a blue-eyed blond steak ?
Or, what do I do little Ariel, and your Sylphs?
Are her locks still unshorn my lamb?
To be within these places screams danger and sensuality.
Tyger let me rest awhile, I cannot always be on guard.
My hair is gold and Bishop once told a story where a lock was snipped – he shorn the lamb and I must protect her or I am lost.
All for The Rape of a Lock, a tyger, a lamb, a and a Scarlet letter emblazoned upon my chest.
Oh, where’s my sylph, she is no more.

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Poetry, Writing

Tyger, Lamb, and Dead Sylphs


The tyger in the room prowls and flicks his tail.
He stretches his long feral body and gives a lazy stretch.
He knows he has me cornered, cowering like a lamb.
My inner nature of experience, he is the tyger “burning bright.”
But he fights with my soul, one of innocence, a lamb lead to the slaughter.
So, either I’m a monster prowling around or a carcass many enjoy with Greek food.
Yes, I am stuck!
Between a rock and a hard place, to be exact.
And swirling streams of consciousness, suck and scar my soul.
I am the honest one, the good girl.
No I am the liar the cheater, the tyger “with immortal eye” whose “fearful symmetry” I deplore.

Oh, Blake, you knew human nature all to well.
We too easily destroy ourselves by making bad choices.
These choices lead us to dark paths, though some experience is good, the rest is aghast.
Though some innocence is good, we need experience to make it through life.
All I wanted was some new experiences, to have a wandering nature as I go in life.
But curiosity he is a cat, one with orange stripes and deep fathomless eyes.
And the fluff of lamb hair I hold so dear, she went up in a poof of cloud to live with sylphs and other innocent beings that are no more.
I am a creature of experience now and I don’t know what to do?
Give a chance to someone new or hold with my old faithful who always returns to me.

He is not perfect, but he learns, and knows me like no other.
My new danger lurks and knows me as I tell my story, knows I am difficult.
But knowing and living with are two different ways.
And I am scared to know him, lest I be branded with a scarlet A and called a traitor.
What actions do I take tyger flicking eyes towards his pray, a blue-eyed blond steak ?
Or, what do I do little Ariel of the Sylphs?
Are her locks still unshorn my lamb?
To be within these places screams danger and sensuality.
Tyger let me rest awhile, I cannot always be on guard.
My hair is gold and Bishop once told a story where a lock was snipped – he shorn the lamb and I must protect her or I am lost.
All for The Rape of a Lock, a tyger, a lamb, a and a Scarlet letter emblazoned upon my chest.
Oh, where’s my sylph, she is no more.

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