Archive for April, 2012

Laid to Rest

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

Everything now seems to be my fault

I get blames for this and for that

I just want to get some sleep.

I lay in bed with many thoughts running through my head

I take my medicine, but its much more than I’m prescribed

Thump, thump, thump goes the beat of my heart

An hour passes by and I close my eyes

Thump… thump…….. thump.

Footnotes  : Marilyn died on that night of August 5, 1962. The

autopsy shows she dies from barbiturate poisoning, a tragic drug

overdose. The many sleeping pills she took, took a toll on her body

and put her to rest forever.

Bad Off

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

Marilyn doesn’t quite see it

But she is getting bad off

Her health continues to deteriorate

Due to the increased dependency on drugs and involvement in an unhappy marriage

She shows up on the set late

She cant even get her lines straight

She’s now consulting with a drug therapist

He prescribes her barbiturates and tranquilizers

But still she shows up late

1 hours, 2 hours, sometimes even 3

She’s killing herself but that’s something she still cant see

I see it’s the stress she’s trying to escape

But by time she realizes it, it’s going to be too late

On the Hunt Again

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

I’m on the hunt again

Lookin for a man

Someone to love me for who I am

I’m on the hunt again

Lookin for a husband

Someone to spend the rest of my life with

I’m on the hunt again

For that special someone I can call mine

To love and to hold and give me the things that are devine

I’m on the hunt again

And I finally found my man

Someone to understand…  someone to love me for who I am

Arthur Miller

My Man

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

I met a man

Funny, smart, athletic, but jealous

It all seemed so perfect

We soon became married and wanted a family

I wanted children of my own

We tried and tried

But only miscarriages followed

And all I felt was sorrow

Why couldn’t I conceive?

That was a question for me that I couldn’t believe

The marriage soon came to an end

At that moment I was left to be at home

Forever alone…

Seven Year Itch

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

I step on the scene

With all eyes on me

I see the faces of my adoring fans

Shouting for me

I walk upon the subway grating

I pause and I pose

Gusts of air come out of the holes

I push down my skirt and I hold the pose

Flick, flick, flick

Pictures taken by all my fans

I love the attention

This is all I ever wanted for my future plans

Footnotes  : Marilyn posed for 2 hours on a subway grating, outside  of  the Trans- Lux

 Theater in New York City, for her adoring fans. The picture of the famous skirt blowing scene

From the Seven Year Itch is one of the most famous pictures of  Marilyn still yet today.

Time to print my name in Hollywood

Forever it will be…

Carved into the cement

I feel the sticky texture squish between my toes and hands

I write my name as if I’m playing in the sand

Hours pass by and its finally dry

I’m a part of history

Footnotes  : After her next big  film, “ Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” , she and Jane

Russell signed their names and placed their hands and feet in the wet cement

in front of  the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard.

Work

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

Work, work, work

Followed by sleepless nights

I’m falling asleep on set

And it’s just not right

There’s no business like show business

That’s what they all say…

Something’s got to give

There’s got to be a way

There’s got to be something…

Something that helps you sleep…

                                                                                                 Footnotes  : After  the  many  years Marilyn began  taking  sleeping  pills, she  started

 to  show  serious  side  effects.

Hollywood

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

Hollywood

In Hollywood a girls virtue is much less important than her hairdo.

You’re judged by how you look, not by what you are.

Hollywood’s a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss

And fifty cents for your soul…

I know

Because I turned down the first offer enough and held out for the fifty cents.

Footnotes :  A quote from Marilyn.           

Raymond

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The fear of being killed
was always on my mind;
never Raymond’s.
He could be beaten,
threatened,
or even killed.
None of those things mattered to him.
He was determined to help black people.
He wanted to make a difference.
I stood beside him through everything,
encouraging him,
helping him.
I risked my life to help Raymond.
After all he was my husband,
and I loved him.

Raymond was part of the Scottsboro Boys and he could be killed because of this. Rosa was scared but she stuck with him through it all.

My First Hit 1950

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

I lay there on the floor as I read  the script

Eyes watching me from every corner

Would I get the part…

The choice was in the directors hands

Minute after minute passes by

Tick…tock… I hear the sound of the clock

You Got The Part!

Footnotes :  Marilyn  auditions   for  the   Asphault

Jungle  and  gets  the  part.  This  was  her  first

small,  but  crucial  role.

The End

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The end of my life came quick,
but I wasn’t sad to go.
I’ve made something of myself;
I’ve changed people, a lot of people,
in many ways.
As I lay in my coffin beside Raymond,
I think of my whole life.
My good moments,
my bad moments.
They didn’t matter anymore.
I was gone and
only memories of me
remained.

Attacked

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

Bruised and beaten
I sit at the hospital
in complete shock.
Who would do this to me?

As I was going to bed,
the sound of my door being knocked down
stopped me in my tracks.
I’ll never forget that man.
The man that reeked of alcohol,
the man that had nothing but aggression in his eyes.
He demanded that I give him my money.
Fearing my life, I did just that.
In return, I was struck in the face.
I laid on the floor as I watched him leave
like nothing had ever happened.

Rosa was attacked in her apartment by Joseph Skipper in August of 1994.

Sex Symbol 1949

Posted: April 17, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH, Marilyn Monroe, A Life in Poems

I walked upon the shoot

Knowing millions would see me

But the body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

One by one my clothes hit the floor

Heart pounding in my chest with each deep breath

But this is what I wanted to do

Was I nervous? Not one bit.

I posed for the camera

The flick, flick, flick

I became the worlds number one sex symbol.

                      Footnotes :  Marilyn agreed to pose nude for a calendar. A fact

that was to stir controversy later in her career as a superstar.

The Death of a Friend

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

Sitting in the living room, my mother was by my side.
We listened to every word that Dr. King said
through the radio.
Suddenly a different voice made it’s way through the speaker.
It was the minister.
In the middle of his speech, he announced Dr. King’s death.
His words pierced my heart.
I knew people didn’t like him, but how could they
shoot him?
My mother and I stared blankly, still listening to the radio.
We quietly began to weep.

The Fight

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The day I took a seat on that bus
was the start of a beginning.
Refusing to give that man my seat
was the best thing I’ve ever done.
No more being mistreated,
threatened,
judged.
It was all over.
The fight against segregation had just begun.
and I was determined to win.

Rosa Parks was arrested on Thursday, December 1, 1955 because she refused to give up her seat to a white man.