The Girl From Brooklyn

She swore that she would be,
Anything but what she was,
A hardcore biker mama,
After the highest buzz.

Out ’til all hours of the night,
Always raising hell,
Then she changed her name to Jezo Black,
(Short for Jezebel).

And swore her tattoos and her travels,
Her life experience,
Would serve to separate her from,
The girl that she was then.

So they took the girl out of Brooklyn,
To live a life of sin,
Only what would happen,
When she decided to come back in?

Which is exactly what did occur,
When with her new, cool, city friends,
She decided to see a concert,
Located where the D train ends.

Though she tried to hide under tables,
And avoid the stare,
Of a girl who’s conversation started,
“Hey, I know you from somewhere!”

And despite the mystique she laid out,
To me, she was from then on known,
As a plain, little girl from Brooklyn,
By the name of Laurie Cohen.

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I Wish You Were A Chocolate Cake

Every date that much more typical,
Of the boring egotistical,
Men that journey through my life,
For the prized title, that of wife.

To please a mother who keeps insisting,
A biological clock that’s ticking,
But not sure she’d justify what on earth it,
Takes to make these dates nearly worth it.

I’ve lost track so long ago,
Of a one sided conversation easy though,
As my lack of attention goes unheeded,
And, in fact, is barely needed.

As I think longingly of the dessert,
That might give this night some worth,
And allow myself to daydream,
Of perhaps an evil scheme.

Where he’s up in smoke and in his wake,
A giant piece of chocolate cake,
And when finally the waitress inquires,
If there’s anything else that we desire.

I eagerly accept the proffer,
Without even waiting for him to offer,
Or ever think about my rudeness,
As I immerse myself in the chocolatey goodness.

And when I’m done I become mildly aware,
Of the fact my date’s no longer there,
I linger to show a bit of tact,
Before deciding he’s not coming back.

And when I ask of family and friends,
They say they never heard from him again.

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Celluloid Heroes

(A Poem For My Husband On His Birthday)

If I were to make a movie of my life,
For lack of anything better to do,
I’d probably cast me as me,
And I’d cast you as you.

And it just might be our luck,
To make it to the silver screen,
Where everyone would walk out except a brave few,
Who would hang out for the nude scenes.

They’d say the character development was thin,
They’d say the plot line was bleak,
They say the ending was unsatisfying,
They’d say the dialogue was weak.

And if a critic were to give it one to five stars,
It probably wouldn’t even rate,
But me and you would watch it every night,
And think that it was great.

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If I Were Moses’ Mother

Of all stories in the Bible
I really must quip
As to whether God and Moses
had a healthy relationship
And to analyze
this matter even further
What would I say
if I was Moses’ mother?

Admittedly it would be
hard to understand it
After freeing the Jews and the business
with the 10 Commandments
I’d probably want to know
what he thought there was to it
And ask him, “If God asked you to jump off a bridge
would you do it?”

I’d say “You are a person
of your own free will!
You keep hanging out with that God boy,
you’ll get yourself killed!
Nothing good will come of it,
he’ll lead you on the road to ruin!
Why don’t you go see
what that nice Satan boy is doing?”

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Marissa Bergen:

I apologize if you are seeing this post twice. It didn’t seem to get out to a lot of my readers.

Originally posted on Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth:

imgres-28She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars,
Although she swore she visited Mars,
And floated through the Milky Way,
A path from which she went astray.

When she had to be let go,
Like Alice down the rabbit hole,
To the gravity that would not hold her girth,
As she came careening down to earth.

And though I doubted the truth of where she was from,
When she said she was hanging with Major Tom,
Endlessly circling the atmosphere,
And wishing that his wife were there.

As she floated through the delicate balance,
Space truckin’ the Aurora Borealis,
Skipping through Venus’ fiery dunes,
And forever trying to catch the moon.

But somehow she defied the material,
So luminous and so ethereal,
With feet that never quite touched ground,
But in her wake moon dust footprints found.

Then one day she just disappeared,
She said she was not…

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imgres-28She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars,
Although she swore she visited Mars,
And floated through the Milky Way,
A path from which she went astray.

When she had to be let go,
Like Alice down the rabbit hole,
To the gravity that would not hold her girth,
As she came careening down to earth.

And though I doubted the truth of where she was from,
When she said she was hanging with Major Tom,
Endlessly circling the atmosphere,
And wishing that his wife were there.

As she floated through the delicate balance,
Space truckin’ the Aurora Borealis,
Skipping through Venus’ fiery dunes,
And forever trying to catch the moon.

But somehow she defied the material,
So luminous and so ethereal,
With feet that never quite touched ground,
But in her wake moon dust footprints found.

Then one day she just disappeared,
She said she was not happy here,
And responded with a sultry frown,
At the gravity that weighed her down.

Some say the earth reclaimed her soul,
And sunk her miles down below,
But I think she went back up in a fiery blur,
And when I see the stars I think of her.

Avoidance 101

Oh no, here comes Brenda,
I could not be more annoyed,
My body goes into flight mode,
My mind screams out “Avoid!”

I can’t take the risk of her seeing me,
I’ll do all in power,
To avert an insipid conversation in which,
She will talk for hours.

But no escape route seems plausible,
There’s no disguise that will help,
To change course now would only serve to make,
A spectacle of myself.

But I fear it is too late,
As here Brenda draws nigh,
And there’s no mistaking that she has,
Looked me straight in the eye.

So I think of excuses I could make,
My mind begins to race,
While I plaster a huge, phony,
Smile on my face.

A Herculean effort that takes,
Every fiber of my being,
But never quite prepares me,
For what it seems that I am seeing.

For Brenda pulls her hat down low,
She pulls her coat collar high,
Ducks a bit, increases her pace,
And quickly walks on by.

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