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Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Mattel gave us Barbie and Ken,
They never grew old, according to them,
But, can you handle reality?
Barbie and Ken are now over fifty!
Barbie is fat with varicose veins,
With hairy legs, not so vain,
And Ken shall never see his toes again,
His six pack has turned into a beer belly,
Walking makes Ken quiver like jelly,
But, hey, they're forever Mattel,
Barbie's too old to say, "Ken, go to hell!"
Sad, but true, our childhood friends,
Yet they did grow old, Barbie and Ken........
Feedback welcome.
(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “*******” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty Mattel Doll (circa mid 1960's)
meant the webbed wide world  
with promise of much greener pastures
on the Apollo space age horizon
where virtual Oculus virtual reality dwelt
amongst Carib ****** indigenous tribes.

No matter yours truly then
fast approaching his decade number seven  
of twentieth century tantalizing
figurative future promises held sway
(namely technologically
Luddite intimations spawned),
I zealously, fervently,
and desperately clung
to battered Matty Mattel doll.

Any child with creative artistic bents
(including this scribe),
whose innate sensibilities and cents
severely limited me drawing
stick figures, more so dense
macabre satisfactorily applying
beard or mustache as stylish elements
applying magic marker to picture printed
faces forged into fences
of famous people popular
within culture club, both gents
or gals, whose retouched photographs
beggared ****** pents
sieve looming hair of men and women,
while simultaneously rents
sing preoccupied to access
excel lent glue, which caricatured outlook
devoid of common sense
I held said goofy looking doll
appeared contrived of household padding material,
and short scraps from circus tents
of yarn for do whit yourself based artisans
into trash bin of history project went.

Even than orange ranked as the new black
charming plaything sophistication did lack
plus batteries not required
to hear voice activated track.

This (think) abhor ridge gin null snippets
red + yellow colored strands
atop kepi twas pseudo hair,
sans manufactured eunuchs
adorned head lands
with avast capita lone linkedin
fingerhut dishabille curls,
could easily construct trolling grandstands
a similar facsimile re: globular molded,
incorporated, glommed,
fragile Ostrich egg shape
contrived head (vis a vis Plaster of Paris
overcovering NON GMO gluten free
partially hydrogenated brands
inflated balloon) to affect trademark
globular fuzzy noggin dry as Acklands.

The simple plain plaything included
a fitbit lifesaver size plastic ring
said small circular loop perfect “O”pening
to get jammed below first knuckle the King
Kong of index finger affixed to a short string
(when pulled to extent tub buckle did bring
taut tether) activated
moon face fixed bug eyed ping
pong blank stare to utter garbled syllables
asper one who nipped viz suckle something.

Despite the drabness, homeliness,
lacquered painted trapped
xyst Yarmulke cheap flatness,
I loved ragged slapped
around, and still iconic schlepped treasure
(uber voiceless with rapt
zealous application bridging elementary
functioning gizmo), initiating mapped
jabbering lock lipped absolute zero prattling.

Sometimes well worn action hero lapped
exhilaration, (got tossed in the air, booted
as football, succor silently accepted flapped
sear sucker punches from robed buck
after favorite fictitious "brother" chapped
accompanied my scrawny body
at bath time) to adapt.

Nonetheless, this adored
billed idol kept me secure,
especially on rare occasions
that found this contemplative lad, a lore
ring dutiful, fun loving kid
under the weather, or hospitalized for
minor adenoids removal,
which entailed post surgical recovery
swallowing quite a chore.

Oh yes, this non gendered plaything
nondescript featureless
sewn seams showed zero differentiation,
no matter to tell this August, cherished, fondled
kiddie piece de resistance lacked ****** identity.

Absent reproductive organs
(eh, nada so significant omission)
cuz, this seemingly resistant
quirky plaything, who unfairly re
ceived punishing physical
indiscriminate treatment, yet still
connection omnipotent bond existed
as if goofy guise happened
to be extended part of mine kempf.

Upon reflection, asper
childhood memento (nary a clue
what triggered remembrance
of things past yesterday comprised
true value), an aha moment awoke
to attempt to cap cha vague
essence about pretend friend designed in 1955,
and based on a concept by Mattel co-founder
Elliot Handler.

The character “Matty”
derived from the name Mattel.

The nom de plume a concatenation of sorts
derived after founders,
Harold Mattson and Elliot Handler.

A brainstorm session
yielded concurrence viz the hybrid name
of Matt + El (short for Elliot).
Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “*******” –
until she became a tweener
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipecleaner)
my Mattie Mattel Doll meant the world
(circa mid 1960's), the whirled wide
webbed world on the horizon
with promise of much greener
virtual Oculus pastures once found
amongst Carib ******
indigenous tribes.

Any child with creative artistic bents
(minus this scribe, whose innate abilities cents
less limited me drawing stick figures, more so dense
macabre satisfactorily applying
   beard or mustache ala events
magic marker to pictured printed (faces forged into fences
of famous people popular
   within culture club), both gents
or gals, whose retouched photographs
   beggared ****** pents
sieve hair loom of men and women,
   while simultaneously rents
sing preoccupied to access
   excel lent glue, devoid of common sense
household padding material,
   and short scraps from circus tents
of yarn for do whit your self based artisans
   into trash bin of history project wents.

Even than orange ranked as the new black.

This abhor ridge gin null snippets
   red + yellow colored strands
atop kepi twas pseudo hair,
   sans manufactured eunuchs adorned head lands
with avast linkedin fingerhut dishabille curls),
    could easily construct grandstands
a similar facsimile re: globular molded,
   incorporated, glommed, errands
contrived head (vis a vis Plaster of Paris
   overcovering NON GMO
   gluten free partially hydrogenated brands
inflated balloon) to affect trademark

     globular fuzzy noggin dry as Awklands.

The simple plain plaything included
   a fitbit lifesaver size plastic ring.

Said small circular loop perfect
   to get jammed below first knuckle
of index finger affixed to a short string  
   (when pulled to extent tub buckle
of tether) activated moonfaced fixed bugeyed
   blank stare to utter garbled syllables  
  asper one who did suckle.

Despite the drabness, homliness,
   laquered pated trapped
xyst Yarmulke cheap flatness,
   I loved ragged slapped
around, and still iconic schlepped treasure
   (uber voiceless with rapt
zealous application bridging elementary
   functioning gizmo), initiating mapped
jabbering lock lipped prattling. Sometimes
   well worn action hero lapped
exhilaration, (got tossed in the air, booted
   as football, succor silently accepted flapped
sear sucker punches from robed buck
   after favorite fictitious "brother" chapped
accompanied my scrawny body at bath time) to adapt.

None the less, this adored billed idol kept me secure, especially
on rare occasions that found this contemplative, dutiful, fun
loving kid under the weather, or hospitalized for minor adenoids removal.

Oh yes, this non gendered plaything (non descript featureless
sewn seems showed zero differentiation, no matter to tell this
August, cherished, fondled kiddie piece de resistance lacked ****** identity.

Absent reproductive organs (eh, nada so significant omission)
cuz, this seemingly resistant quirky plaything, who unfairly re
ceived punishing physical indiscriminate treatment), yet still
connection omnipotent bond existed as if goofy guise happened
to be extended part of mine kempf.

Upon reflection, asper this childhood memento (nary a clue
what triggered remembrance of things past yesterday comprised
true value), an aha moment awoke to attempt to cap cha vague
essence about pretend friend designed in 1955, and based on a conceptby Mattel co-founder Elliot Handler. The character “Matty” derived from the name Mattel.

The nom de plume a concatenation of sortsderived after founders,
Harold Mattson and Elliot Handler. A brainstorm session
yielded concurrence viz the hybrid name of Matt + El (short for Elliot).
While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
     now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of gray
blissfully innocent naivety,

     (though blessed) no way
would, aye desire to turn back
     the hands of father time (hypothetically),
     where unstructured play

regularly with older sister
     (thirteen plus months
     my senior) predominantly
     slicing, sliding, and slipping

     stockinged feet skittering
     across slippery basement floor,
     this then soul full
     skinny thing bellowed hooray.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I'm Matty Mattel; I got hurt;
     Can you go out?"
Those words uttered
     by the very first

     pull-string talking doll
     Mattel did tout
circa nineteen sixty
     revolutionizing the birth

     of quasi simulated (lifelike) toys,
     and made of common
     materials found scout
ting around the house simply comprising

     hard vinyl (i.e. pseudo
     plaster of Paris) head he did flout
     with remaining body
     stuffed with padding,

     a definite no
     no (chew toy) when Fido about.
Actually that pooch,
     would be Georgie to you,

     (a hybrid Boxer Dalmatian)
     with docked tail
my young parents acquired,
     when as a newborn,

     aye did inconsolably wail
though recollection of such memory
     fifty nine years ago tis of no avail
yet, a resumption of meditation,

     sans lightness of being
     (analogous trancelike state),
     that doth prevail
replaying silent film preceding,

     when psyche seem so frail
plummeting into emotional abyss
     the nadir i.e. anorexia nervosa
pleading return to nostalgic boyhood
     decrying change hide didst bewail!
Ellen Joyce Jun 2013
My memory beats in rhythm with my heart.
Spilling out snapshot flashes of life like a flick book's muffled cries.
Controversial plastic shell, elastic strap, stick insect mattel covetted for months
until Santa dropped it down the chimney,
almost as fast as she sprogged and regained her figure
- the original scrummy yummy mummy set to spread low self esteem.

My daddy said anyone can crank out a kid like she did,
as my mother ground her teeth to protest on behalf of her traumatised frame.
Strange, I almost became one of the lost - before I grew cells and self,
another fragile foetus swinging on a noose
from gallows where once a ****** failed to stayed closed.
Little life curled tight self soothing sings al na tivke iredem bim'nucha

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
as I lie beneath my shroud of sadness filled with down shrinking from the light of day
I want to tell you that I love you,
that my heart brays, beats, bleets, breaks, aches for you.
My soul, spirit, self thrice chorus al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
as waters flow from deep to deep
where danger dances and solace is sought
from beyond the fruitless orchards and willows weeping
branches reaching out for you.

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
surrounded by madonna, ***** and all betwixt
spheres of life protruding, pronounced, announcing themselves;
in streets where bundles, terrors, cherubs, banting, brat and bairn alike
shriek, scream, squeal, shout, squalk, squabble, sing
in a cacophony that makes my heart weep and ache in longing
to sing to self in solitude al na tivke iredem bim'nucha.

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
pulsating thoughts, dreams, hopes of you through the whole of me.
Brought to my knees I seek wisdom, guidence, strength to let you go.
The river is waiting for you, you who I hold tight in my caul
trying to trust, seeking strength to hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim
holding the thought of you,
the love of you,
the hope of you
tight in my arms crooning my lullaby of lament
al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
Translations
When I wrote this poem to express the letting go of the babies much loved but never to be I thought of a song actually from the Prince of Egypt, a film I first watched in Hebrew, so I looked it up.
al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
hush now be still love my baby dont cry
hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim
sleep while you're rocked by the stream
Eva May 2020
Mattel is proud to present their new doll
Barbie as a mom
Barbie as a mom let kids explore their nurturing side
Barbie as a mom comes with exclusive accessories like
A child
And a bottle to keep them quiet
Barbie can now look responsible and put together between her friends
Barbie can now proudly show her offspring and receive compliments
Enjoy all the perks that Barbie as a pet owner didn't have
Barbie as a mom can also wear matching outfits and upload them to Instagram
Wouldn't she look so cute?
Accessories don't have names
Doll cannot stand alone
Colors and decorations may vary
I always felt that my existence was an extension of my mother’s. The only reason she wanted me was to stay still and be pretty next to her. I was an accessory that didn’t have a voice of their own. She just wanted to play house.
And when I started to talk and developed my own personality, she was triggered. She did not sign up for that.
-🍎
Do we have any idea?
Have we even got a clue?
Can it be that we don't give a ****
what others are going through.

Are we so wrapped up in selfish mode?
So devoted to our own.
That we should sit back and watch
as others are gnawed down to the bone.

Should it be that our own offspring
if they were cast away so far?
Would we worry about that pipeline
bringing fuel to run our car?

Or would we stand aloft in horror
as they were thrown unto the ground?
Or for fuel thats cheap and plentiful,
is it ok to make no sound?

We hear about disasters.
Tsunami strikes upon Japan.
Earthquakes raging out in Haiti
Watch death befall our fellow man.

Throw donations in a bucket
at the supermarket doors,
then forget because of shopping.
but we have paid towards their cause.

Could you ever even fathom?
Your children crying as they play,
not for Barbies or Play-stations
but for the pain to go away.

Never asking for the latest
made by Hamleys or Mattel
rather just an handfull of food
to help beat the starvation battle.

Wash it down with poison water
from a river filled with ****
or collect in rusty tin cans
from a worn and stagnant pit.

If this was the plight of our children
things would surely be said.
We would try to move a mountain
rather than our young be dead.

Could you ever really imagine?
Could you ever really get,
that a million hits on You-Tube
turn endangered species into pets?

What if someone could ask on face-book
about your daughter or your son,
saying"It looks so cute and cuddly,
"go on e-bay and buy me one."

If only we could all be happy,
not feel a need to own the place.
If we could learn to be contented
by a childs smiling face.

Treat the world with awe and wonder.
Treat its creatures with respect.
Treat each other in this same way.
Treat nobody with neglect.

Then perhaps we may push together,
make our Governments do right.
Let's lead the World with people power,
no more starvation or blight.

Let's be less materialistic
let us have a life of worh
Not by owning all we see,
rather sharing this our earth.
26th January 2012
John F McCullagh Dec 2011
Elliot Handler, late of Mattel,
has gone to his heavenly rest.
The designer of Hot Wheels
Made many great toys;
Barbie, the doll, is known best.

Barbie was shaped
Like a ******* recruit;
A miniature teenage *******.
Barbie wasn't  impressed
When she got Ken undressed;
Some equipment was lacking, it seems.
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
BILD-Lilli doll [                            ], (             );
Type:         Dolls/Action Figures
Inventor:         Max Weisbrodt
Company: Greiner & Hausser Gmbh
Country:         Germany [                      ]
Availability: August 12, 1955–1964
The Bild Lilli doll was a German fashion doll
launched on August 12, 1955 and produced
until 1964. Its design was  
  based on the comic-strip
character Lilli, created by            Reinhard Beuthien
for the German tabloid newspaper Bild.
The doll made of polystyrene                             came in two sizes,
and had                              an available wardrobe of 1950s fashion.
The Lilli doll was the direct      inspiration for Mattel
co-founder Ruth Handler's creation of the Barbie doll.
Production of the Bild Lilli doll ceased
after Mattel bought the copyright -
Lilli was a German cartoon character
created by Reinhard Beuthien for the
German tabloid Bild.       In 1953 the newspaper
decided to market a    Lilli doll and contacted
Max Weissbrodt of the toy company O&M
Hausser in Neustadt bei Coburg. Weissbrot
designed a prototype doll based on        Beuthien's
cartoons, which was sold from 1955         to 1964;
that year Mattel                        acquired               the rights
to the doll          and German                production stopped.
Approximately 130,000 were produced.         [Barbie has German roots]
Today Lilli is a collector's    piece and commands
                       prices up to several thousand euros,
depending on condition,   packaging, and clothes.

Ordered to draw a "filler"        cartoon for the June 24, 1952,
            inaugural issue of Bild, Reinhard Beuthien
         drew an unruly baby; his editor disliked it,
so he adapted the                      drawing into a ****
pony-tailed blonde sitting in a fortune-teller's tent.
She was asking,                                              "Can't you give me the name
and address of this                                           tall,      handsome, rich man?"

The cartoon was an immediate (        ) success and
             became a daily feature;

Lilli was post-war,      sassy and ambitious,
     "a golddigger,                          exhibitionist    & ******".
The cartoon always                      consisted of a picture of   [Lilli talking],
      while dressed or undressed in a provocative      manner
that                      showed off              her figure, usually to girlfriends,
boyfriends, or her boss.                      To a policeman
who told her                                        that two-piece swimsuits
are banned in the street:                        "Oh, and in your opinion,
                                                                ­what part should I take off?"

                                  The last Lilli cartoon appeared on January 5, 1961.

Several toy companies (mainly in Hong Kong)
produced dolls resembling Bild Lilli,
          [Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot                      & Sophia Loren were the                popular image  of the Modern
     Bombshell replacing the more chaste Sandra Dee
     & Doris Day & even            
     Audrey & Kate   Hepburn
                                        (****** ideals o f the Depression-Era generation)]
some from purchased original molds.
Also in Spain,                      Muñecas FEJ (Guillen y Vicedo)
copied the molds                      and made a very similar doll,
but with darker skin, larger *******,   white hoop       earrings,  articulated waist & painted on snooch hair. However,        Spanish society
was extremely conservative  at the time            &  not ready
for such "****" dolls. Mothers
                     would not buy them
                        for their daughters                            and the manufacturer
                        had
                        to take them
   from the market.        

Mattel's Barbie doll, which (                   ) appeared in March 1959
                            [the last year Bettie Page posed for photographs],
        ******* magazine codified
        the quasi-teenage 'girl-next'door'; white-gloved
           **** giving handjobs in the backs of Buicks]
           thrice told tales of irrationality: Bell-Jars &    
           young mothers aborting Catholic Children                    -                 if                       they're Irish - the
          [the year a 16 year old girl
          was crowned Miss Beatnik in (                        ) Greenwich Village]
                       was based on Bild Lilli   [prototype
                for all future fembots;            programmed
                  w/ ****** functions              & a washable  
                  assortment                        of­ ****** parts]
    dolls that           co-founder Ruth Handler
had acquired                 in Hamburg. Barbie
           was made of softer plastic, |
wore less makeup, had paler skin,          &                                 the doll had rooted hair, several stylish (                  ) pairs of         shoes & [hard plastic snooch]     |         earrings—  apart from that she was a dead ringer for Lilli.
dj Sep 2012
I'm in la-la land where
My dreams are
'ON FIRE!'
NEW and DIFFERENT!
ON Sale, 2 4 1!

I wouldn't buy myself
But I'd work a month
Just for that NEW iPhone 10!
Mattel bought my soul
For 50 seconds of ad-space
I feel hollow
But know this,
It's plastic through-and-through.

You've got it bad.
The billboard people stare 
The radio DJ secretly knows me
The loudspeaker at Dillard's 
Just told me it can make me thin
And can cure my brain cancer.

Everyone wants to be the Joneses
I'm not ashamed.

But in spite of it all
In spite of the unbelievable hopelessness,
I still have
The Cosmo-girl Secret to staying happy!
Our NEW Extra-Large Jumbo Everything Pizza!

The NEW Strawberry Kiwi Chewing Gum!
It's the Stuff your dreams are made of!
your dreams are made of
your dreams are made of
$_$ NEW POEM by DEV! Reading it will make your dreams come true! You'll lose 15lbs.! (today's my bday so happy birthday to me)
Lawrence Hall Dec 2018
You Can Tell It’s Mattel It’s Swell" (tm) 1

          -A toymaker’s slogan applied to (That Rifle) in the 1960s

(That Rifle) often fires when it should not
Its chosen function is usually to jam
But, da®n, it’s black and **** and hot -
Blows off testosterone when it goes Bam-Bam

And when it discharges, so does its owner
A little bullet from a little spout                              
With his stud piece, no longer a loner -
True love from each basement dweller and lout

Maybe it makes guys feel all hunky-hunk -
Well, they are welcome to that piece of junk

1 Mattel has never had any connection with the manufacture of weapons
Let me start by appreciating Austen Bukenya’s stand on the challenges that boggle young African writers. He recently published in the literature pages of Saturday Nation. In which he argued that before one can be declared a bad writer we must see his or her writings first. Good. I agree with Professor Bukenya.And I also argue yes, bad writers can also survive. In fact they can thrive alongside good and popular writers. Thus the way forward is to take a pen and write. But not to surrender to the torture by internal fear that you may write a bad book or a worthless script.
Charles Darwin also toyed with an idea of presenting his manuscript of Origin of species for a decade. He also feared that may be he had written a worthless book. But when he presented the book, it was suddenly published and became a spell binder in diverse respects. Same thing to Richard Wright, the Author of the Native Son. He similarly feared presenting the Manuscripts to the publishers on the basis of fear that he was only a ***** and not formally educated. But when he presented the manuscript, it was published and became the most influential book on race relations and civil rights movement in America of those days.
Thus, the first thing is to break fear of self doubt and begin writing. If whatever you write will be bad, just keep on as you may end up surviving as a bad writer. History of written literature has a lot of bad writers who have survived to extreme. And even succeed through persistent writing regardless of their sorry state of popularity. The glowing example can be seen in the case of Patrick Mondiano the winner of 2014 literature Nobel Prize. Mondiano was not popular and has been the least read writer until the time he won the prize. In fact by the time he won the prize he had less than fifty followers on his face book page. Meaning he was not known as a writer. But he emerged the winner of the Nobel Prize against titans of Literature like Phillip Rooth, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Salman Rushdie, Yarn Mattel and Haruki Murakami.The fact is that Mondiano’s books are not lively. But he has kept on writing alongside the discouragingly insignificant consumption of his literary workmanship.
Other writers that have persisted to write even if their works don’t excite readers are; Eric Ambler, Louis D’Amour, **** Francis and Alistair Maclean. They are all from America and they have persistently written for the past three decades. Thomas Mann also tastes to me as a very boring writer. I have read his short stories entitled Death in Venice. They proved so boring that I have gone back to read him again. But remember, this is the very book that earned him the Literature Nobel prize.
The African writers’ series has Nkem Nwanko the Author of Danda, Francis Salomey the author of the Narrow Path and Tayeb Saleh the Author of Wedding in Zayen.These are boring writers and as well their books are replete with technical mistakes of structure and grammar. But they have prospered to be known as African writers. Another supportive experience is evident in the writing career of Ayi Kwei Arma; Wole Soyinka dismissed Ayi Kwei Armah’s Beautiful Ones are Not Yet Born. Soyinka argued that Arma’s book is substandard inspite of author’s command of good English. He went a head to declare Arma as an incompetent writer. But to day every one knows that Ayi Kwei Arma is a saint of African literature.
So, writing is expression of individual ability but not excellence of education.And human ability varies from person to person. Therefore, there must be bad writers and good writers. Not every person can writer like Shakespeare. So don’t fear to write because you fear that you will not write like Shakespeare.

Alexander K Opicho
Eldoret, Kenya.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
A passel of rascals;
The cause of the hassle,
Guilty of the catcalls,
Would normally have pratfalls.
Never suffer from blackballing;
Their ethics are appalling
But greed is calling the shots.
In the end what have we got?

We have a den of thieves
Rolling up their sleeves
To count the loot they stole
Fulfilling their roles of criminals;
Not the least subliminal,
But right out front to be seen
And pictured on magazine covers
With their blow-dried lovers.

Hair and ******* by Mattel
They perpetrate their hell
On all but their rich buddies
And fool the fuddy-duddies
With their rancid ballyhoo.
Yes, they rob some rich too,
But some never knew it;
Rich, not smart, they blew it.

Every generation, this nation
Sires a new batch of vermin
And we have to determine
If this is the new litter or a loner
But instead the fools get a *****
Over some new crook or other
That can afford jet planes to fly
But claims he is a regular guy.

Once the country is a toilet
They’ll keep trying to spoil it
By boiling the bones of the dead
And murdering us in our beds
Because they don’t need us
Except when they want to beat us.
They can just pay each other.
But the country won’t recover.
Ken Pepiton Nov 2018
the intent, by accident,
a message in madness,
anger alone has no value and
uses energy in negative valence
to manifest,

that can't happen on accident,
only on purpose, okeh.

You gotta tip the balance
for anger to be used abs-

like,
totally un-fair abs,
such a gift, who gives…?  I meand abused, I'm confused…

absolute tip the balance to use anger,
never an accident, the intent

that's the message. All I got.
Now what?

Merry Christmas.

This is like VHS homemoviepoet try as he may he can't get away

Tinker-toys, oh Boy, a richochet peeiiing Mattel Itswell 30-30! WOW,

the kid across the street that got hit by a car last Christmas,
he got a go cart this year.

Everything is relative. me, as my old man, said to me.
Back then, late fifties, little desert town, middle'o'righthere
at the time.
My old man at Alamogordo, wit' Ferme 'n'them…

It's not history, I imagine it could be.

That kid did get a go-cart, it didn't help very long.

It's a thought. A message, I think, I thought it and now
you did, too. Sorta.

Cool, like olde times. Never real, always imaginable,
any way ya' wa'ah-ahn-em,
ya gotta ownownownem ommm

My God, it's Christmas time again, I can't remember
when it felt this way.

Did it? Ever? Frank Kapra, in the dark.
We held hands. You remember. Black and white. Right.

then, this is now, and much more joyous in a worldly joy
intended, I'm sure,
from the first

vibration of the chord twixt you and me,
we wish you amerry Chritmas, in deed.
Ameriment merely to see if the Christmas future geist is yet in business.
Spiritually speaking.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2021
Okeh, three ways, in the opening pitch,
the plan is novel, in itself. Okay, ok, si yes da ja.
We know, we do this part,
as words in mind, nada mas, a thought caught
as a poesy fallen star,
from Lawrence Kansas, not too far from
Shawnee Mission,
now that the meme and its meaning meet once
more, realizing a time kept hidden, for fear
of believing more than a Marvel Mind,
straight from first edition, Boom, era, of fully
Disneyfied American Mind, sponsored by
Mattel its swell
and Mars Candy Company and other child aimed ads,
though there was this unaffiliated

- channel, I was about to say, of course
- groove, rut, a grave - with its ends kicked out,
Can you
Imagine, he said that
amen?
and we all agreed at once, and what do you know,
there is a mind in the grand linkage system,
forged from ice by iron plows,
balance demands, optimum life on earth calls
the call to us all, be the thorny issue ye be
ye nanifestations of Romans 8, taken in minds
conjoining to attain, peace made
for temperature equilibrium,
just right…
think of it from an angelic anthro-myth-ledged being,
see the book of life talk to you, and say,
look, man, we made it, and we made it back.

But unless the temperature is going up, we failed.
Try again,
but no war this time. That's proven too self willed
a thing to give children premade.

My stick men were all Audie Murphy, when I was six.
The last page of some plan.
Kevin Eli Jul 2017
As I stumble down a paved road
I fumble with my cell phone
Trying to read the screen info and
the daily paper's digital memos...

I wonder which superhero will save the box office this year
or if we'll hear the guns of home, the guns that we let go.

I wonder if a fidget spinner tournament will bring home dinner
or if we'll hear the chains of Guantanamo, the chains that we ignore.

I wonder if Mattel's new fat barbie will sell real well
or if we'll hear the guns of Aleppo, of US-made shells

I wonder if Christmas will win the holiday war,
or if we'll hear the chains on your grandchildren, profiting the CEO

Don't care to see if Trump is tweeting
Fight and hope that war stops trending
Gut feelin' goverment has dropped the big one on us
Uncaring, and never-ending.
jughead jones Dec 2020
All of my Merry Men,
Robbed from Barbie and from Ken
Because of their seemingly immense wealth
As fair models of Mattel

But my good men of Sherwood,
Failed to comprehend
That Barbie and Ken spent mounds of money
And hills of cash on designer clothes
Designed chateaus, and designated drivers

In fact Barbie and Ken were in debt
In debt up to their plastic foreheads
If only I had consulted with my Lady Marian
For she understood well the materialistic ways
of these celebrities of American fame

And us Englanders have no need to
Plunder the goods from a doll
Whether in Willows or Wyoming
And thus I set my boys straight
Thankfully wife as helpmate available,
when yours truly feels unswell
her tender loving care can spell
relief afflicted which she can hopefully quell
but spouse of mine, he doth not aim to oversell
nevertheless counterpart valued
as once me Matty Mattel
prized boyhood toy unfailingly and unstintingly
reflected, mirrored and kickstarted mood to kvell
and encapsulate impossible mission,
thus now grown lad with sincerity does impel
to communicate how thoughts gel
regarding how the missus tries to expel
his physical displeasure
while sequestered within B44 prison cell
as dark shadows creep along the edge of night
surreal as ghosts made manifest
courtesy fratricidal brothers Cain and Abel.

The charming primary physician
at Patients Matter Always (Doctor York Yang)
prescribed Amoxicillin 500 MG Capsules
one capsule three times a day.

Two days since visit with
aforementioned medical practitioner I went
and thus far, no reduction
to swallow without great strain,
hence crafting reasonable rhyme I vent,
which lame endeavor
marginally alleviates torment
rendering swallowing painful
despite depending
on above pharmacological medicine
synthesized courtesy countless
top notch star students
upon landing dream job
able, ready and willing to pay rent
at pricey residences
with regal names such as Kent
Village Apartments, Kent Place Residences,
versus drab Highland Manor
which costs me one hundred ninety red cent
every month, no doubt a bargain
yet absent amenities
most every tenant here would assent.

Although prone to experiencing chills
still slight drawback extra frills
case in point on site medic clinic
would be grand for folks
long in the tooth
regarding being old, yet over the hills
and far away Teletubbies come to play
attempting to draw out child within
once garden variety Jacks and Jills
unfortunately many youngster
plucked by steel mills
decades later in their dotage
heavily rely on magic potions and pills
to facilitate basic ambulatory skills.
John Bartholomew Aug 2024
Sometimes I look and its quite hard to tell
If Thomas was made a boy from it's creators at Mattel
As my daughter likes to drape him in a ***** black dress
Whilst Bluey and Bing both look on, quite simply unimpressed
His plastic heart now pounding, like the bell that is Big Ben
What have you done to me, from Stagg onto a Hen
From GI Joe onto a wide eyed dough
What places can I travel, to avoid the dollys that I know
Please take away this blouse and redress my leather jacket
Whack back on my 501's, because, as a girl,
I really could not hack it,
Sorry

JJB
#FreedomforThomas
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Most famous poet in Greece, Archilutus,
Samonidis; Hibonax is, was, his first fan.
Turkish poet Kálimaco, including a part
of the line of 13 poems, wrote a "silly song"
modern scholars who met on line 1000.
This influenced the Roman poet, like Katra.
And he made a satire puzzle to create
a Tsubaramu language. Many years
of ****** life of women urban life life
music male red novel Kamimidori
in Africa and the night of the mother;
dead the night of America's
star celebration amen. In Australia waters
three white black women love epic most
of the project... United States Girls Blue
Europe American Death Star, Juan del Sur
Italian gold Great Asian-Russian blood
prostitutes with long hair,
German team Friends heart George
time Tyco Firetruck; History of Canada;
Future head; Leather headed radical
elements passionate man in a hot-air balloon,
Christian Thomas Project Cristiano cold
example of war dogs yellow sky in the half
of France real money, month of naked women
standing, living off Latin cuisine
while the Russian land of glory of beauty
is at home, I amino acid; Gender free poet,
lost father problem, born in the German
reality of peaceful reality. Number of news
ReprodUCIR song unlocking Police Search;
Real things real dream movement El Dorado
men's story; women with animals language
Robert's picture July garden Kageo baby
life Art Day Church Dead S defeat
this side of nature; Mural wall friends
change de Chirico public opinion *******
lips clear ***** pink prophecy of summer
India rain mountain table mountain
ANSI from the ****** queen of Africa
wrote feet, the gods, the temple wall poet,
silver, mother, news, Satan Big Big Devil,
begin to understand his angel Elli,
the tree and mine a list of West Einstein's
legs asked him to think of the perfect cat
with sharp teeth she cannot see;
her eyes in his father's mirror, |
walk with a wave of a plastic woman
and do the joint exercise of the Jews
in the desert trying to eat a kind
of twisted eye; a kiss brand Bar
United gang poetry in ancient
Greece after empty image magic
smells birthday scent image
club gay scissors horror machine
is a bad haven is to understand
no cold in Arab Kid anode is filled
with the world of hunting animals
recent model 5,
which determines the stupid hole
of Demeter's name to this kind
of drunken hole hill mountain
shadow to cover mainly poetry                                                five dimensions
And Dionysius. This man appeared
in attacks and inappropriate language,
also known as "guilt".
But for the publishers of Alexandria,
Imbo hair is a symbol of all things,
which means that formal entertainment,
despite the lack of self-esteem,
seems to be elected on the same subject.
Play Sanctuary Second Saudi Arabia;
Italy & Spain Opens for long is Jesus,
the law of old windmills park.
How French Sweet Computers
Museum to deal with Asia |
in the Jewish state of security's Coffee Hell.
The PC game, Greece sleeping cautious
on the dark dark computer of political poetry.         Computer time reminded senior vitamins, the best street children.
Mattel writes group group field today
only goddess deep sand tank Bob blind
kitten crazy character sister soul door
ugly fall public hearings natural half-life
Maria Stella British cat
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
'Earth is a planet where the universally rare specimen of female being has reached the ultimate perfection of form & function. - observation made by
a passing astrobiologist; I talk a lot about life insurance, pages,
Why do you want to laugh?
What is oil or what? We believe
Guam is an existing sign, cobo-sax and other watches.
Edward's article, if you are in a room;
Barry Dawson in Lock-a-Lock Almaty today
If you go, it's fun. Buy Cedimies Fans 500 Mattel: ... can it break?
I will call it. He has a lot of people.
They stand in the valleys of the river
Special aluminum film Your parameters are incorrect
Advertising plans for bone size
Aluminum and fuel in Australia -
Give her some water. Plan your sixth project
Take it, sometimes my daughter uses cloth.
Make sure your goal is clear.
Why so many people? This is my closest neighborhood.
"What should I do?" I do not know how
But I do not know, but why?
Aluminum film
How does my son give birth to a son?
"Lanzim" and "Chanel Metaphysics"
                     This 1000 GP industry:
Dan Tan Salat Related Keys:
Words of Charlotte - Oshik, New Sunday:
In real life, our message is Tony.
I'm talking about the ruins of Gog ... the main branch of the Earth;
I live a long time. I do not know what is this
What is the sun? Another loser is Mike?
Most leaders of the Vedic church
I'm not sure you're old, this is not right;
I have a question ... I do not know what you are doing
Teachers, leaders and teachers;
This is a young man who travels
This is a beautiful song and a cup of Easter gates.
Now do it ... yes, I am a *******;
I am at the police station and the police station
Copy copy; At the time of Gog Alta Ota Sasami, vitamin E is called bacteria.
Here is the problem of Boris Beck, Eddie Black
Bobo is a good site, but ...;
Its main crop is shown
Aluminum is the clothing of the boy Burton; Han Guan Yant;
Yes Yes! Where can I go to the league? Miss Asan - Wedding Books - Months and Models Yaguava
North Germany and Austria worked ten days -
Wall to wall There is always a wedding package
When all sinners are born
CIS expert But is this not Noble? governor
When he?
Because you are our father, you have ken, LDVig
Nothing more. Today's weight, lecture to make a chair. Forest for forest development.
"Falcon", he went to the doctor
Nobody today, ..., eyes, eyes,
Guest House 1bot is another member
High school president such a threat
If I am alive, then the soul will open! Girl girls
All colonies Misha Bell and Shong, Malva and K.,
Language revolution;
Original words are simple, simple or free. plants; Burton clothes; In addition, manage your best control system with Digby!
Australian children are not visible in their composition.
Hi Hara, Fati's Taxi Fach Fight
... if there are centers, then we are wrong
Kumar Koala Hiku, Kobe's horse wins haha
Island "P"; Continue; The film is his merit.
Red red red - when you do it
Simar Khurim 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500 500
Marla: How can I do this? as
We don't like Anna Baba and Papa Baba
Aluminum film Vishnu
M.M. Green Wire Vijayan Progressive Adal Tal Lim Byrne; Isilalal Alaminim, for this - who can say water I talk a lot about life insurance countries
Why do you want to laugh?
What is oil or what? My believe
Guam is an existing sign, cobosax and other watches.
Edward's article, yes, and you are in the room;
Barry Dawson in the movie Lock Lock Almaty today
Yes you go, it's fun. Buy Cedimies Fans 500 Mattel: ... can it break? I will call it. He has a lot of people.
They stand in the valleys of the river
Special aluminum film Your parameters Nevera
Advertising plans for bone size
Aluminum and fuel in Australia -
Day you some water. Plan your sixth project
Take it when my daughter uses fabric.
Make sure your goal is clear.
Why so many people? This is my closest neighborhood.
"What should you do?" I do not know how
No, I do not know, not why?
Aluminum film
How does my son give birth to a son?
"Lanzimm" and "Chanel Metap"
This is 1000 GP industry
Dan Tan Salat Related Keys:
Words of Charlotte - Oshik, New Sunday:
In real life, our message is Tony.
I speak of the ruins of Gog ... the Main Branch of the Earth;
I live a long time. I do not know what is this
What is the sun? Another loser is Mike?
Most leaders of the Vedic church
I'm not sure that you are a star, this is not right;
I have a question ... I do not know what you are doing
Teachers, leaders and teachers;
This is a young man who travels
This is a beautiful song and a cup of Easter gates.
Teper 'sdelay is ... yes, I am a *******;
I am at the police station and the police station
Copy copy; During Gogh Alta Ota Sasami, Vitamin E is called bacteria.
Here is the problem of Boris Beck, Eddie Black
Bobo is a good site, no ...;
Its main crop is shown
Aluminum is the clothing of the boy Burton; Han Guan Yant;
Yes Yes! Where can I go to the league? Miss Asan - Wedding Books - Months and Models Yaguava
Northern Germany and Austria worked during the day -
Wall to wall There is always a wedding package
When all is green
Well for starters Nationwide
road service emergency
one man cutting crew
with battery charger in tow knew
exactly why no juice (think electricity),
his hunch found trunk light kept lit,
an innocent looking (to me or you)
lady's handbag accouterment,

fifty shades of blue
stuck out just enough did cue
automotive technician, who
witnessed yours truly flapping
imaginary wings (think) cuckoo
unwittingly, irretrievably, and
admirably lost me scant sanity true
"fake" news I trumpet as a gentile Jew...

Just in time for men
rhythmically singing, melodiously
acapella harmonizing huzzah olé
in white coats besotted and
bespattered with vegetable puree
to take me away

**-** hee-hee ha-haaa
hip...hip... hooray
to the funny farm yea,
where life beautiful every day
and skies fifty shades of gray...

Thus, the reason I type pell mell
(think hunt and peck),
an inner madness to quell,
while hermetically locked in padded cell
shut airtight like... a citadel

which soundproof environment hell
lava hot improvement versus dwell
ling with volcanic spouse, and well
equipped to nurture solitude, ah... nobody,
but me and Matty mattel

both of us undergoing re education
initiated courtesy crack atop
noggin tinnitus subsequently
experiencing ringing like liberty bell
afterwards undergoing gender reassignment

clearly yours truly exuded effeminate spell
not recognizing only muttering to himself
fancifully dolled up
as debutante mademoiselle,
and appearing sitting pretty I willingly tell.

Twas glorious occasion regarding
miracles of modern medicine to sing
namely routine engineered
*** change, bitty bing
bitty bang minus one
minor glitch really... nothing

but doggone veteran (aery) surgeon
pulled off bone huff eyed gracefully amazing
stunt at my expense unwittingly injecting
canine female hormonal secretions,
hence I find myself barking, *******
and strong desire burning
to frequent fire hydrants.
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
raised by mile-high plastic women;
most were white or pink,
some were brown or yellow;
told what to do by mechanical women;
I lived in a Smart-House before such
a thing was invented
in 1932 for the '39 World's Fair;

Mattel manufacturing M-16 machine guns:               the
latest improvement on the Tommy; goes perfectly w/ life-size Barbies hidden in a silo deep below the earth
     so when sapiens poison ourselves to extinction
            the robot-Barbies will be automatically
            activated & go on built more
      of themselves w/ ever improving
AI until sentience prevails in the
                  monolithic indestructible      polymer bodies i      
          ndistinguishable from actual flesh & blood woman    
      in almost every way -      difference being the W.O.M.E.N.
                                [warm oscillating mechanical energy node]                
      have no flaws
the British Invasion occurred in b/w
go-go girls made of flesh & blood
had black bars over their lady bits;
in places like Japan the      snooches
disappeared completely the weirder the manga comix got;

as if baby snooch was the solution;
what were they thinking, I think that
child-bride stuff comes out of Africa;
who would even think such a thing
desirable by any measure of reason - -
Johnny Noiπ Aug 2018
I'll never forget opening
my eyes & seeing Dr. Barbie
standing beside me, heart monitor
bleating, saying I was in danger
of imminent death;
of course I laughed;
if Death looked like Barbie, the
Afterlife would be a cakewalk
              
               Barbie Heaven
[I've been to literal Barbie Heaven,
a MAC tie-in w/ Mattel had a
promotional campaign where
every woman in the mall was made
up w/ new acrylic make-up to
look like she would if she were
a Barbie; there were baby Barbies,
Granny Barbies & middle-aged
paunch Barbies, **** Barbies   &
the occasional ****-Barbie;    yes,
I've seen Barbie zombies & Barbie
super heroes; Barbie's in my step
& underfoot on the floor naked,
legs stretched out, arms splayed
at her sides;   Barbie Heaven smells
like cigarettes & freebase;     in
Barbie Heaven we have cold cereal
for dinner; in Barbie Heaven the
needle goes under the tongue; one-
armed surfer Barbie doesn't smoke
*** w/ the Pope; not everyone can be
Barbie but Barbie can be everyone]

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