Love 2 Love U

Write about a celeb crush you had when you were younger or recently have right now.

Rules:
- Title your poem with their name
- talk about why they are great
- talk about what makes them appealing to you
- it can be as long or short as you want
- one entry only

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I love your swag Ms Jackson! Great Comp !!!

Ms. Jackson, great comp idea.. i may try to think of something for this.. love, and respect..



Dave

Joan Jett

former runaway
rhythm guitar
unique voice
rebellious lady

to young
for fame
addiction
controlled you

cool individual
reinventing
pick up the pieces
unwanted

no deal
make your own
one song
black heart label

loving music
drop a dime
rock ’n roll
anthem

part punk
given edge
how i lusted
to be introduced

you’ve made it
on your own terms
so real
my admiration

rock goddess
beautiful
uncensored
Miss Joan Jett

Pamela Anderson

She happens to be the one fantastic hot
Blonde Baywatch babe that I would like to have sex
With as long as her ex is out of the shot.

I always fall into the spell of her hex
Whenever I open a certain Playboy
Magazine and see her as not antisex.

And yes, I would really love the true joy
Of getting naked and letting myself fuck
Her all the way with my attached tinkertoy.

However, I wish that I would have the luck
Of her not calling me a dumb, stupid schmuck.

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The Future Mrs. Gibb


Barry, Barry,
will you marry,
this star-eyed, pre-teen girl?

My friends think your beard,
is gross and weird,
but for you, I’d give up the world.

The disco-craze
is in its heydays,
and everything’s “Saturday Night Fever”;

We’re all talking jive,
while “Stayin’ Alive”,
but “Trafalgar” made me a believer.

So Barry, please wait—
I’m only in sixth-grade;
I need to finish growing up

And then you will see
that you might just love me—
fingers crossed, Heaven, wish me luck!

xoxo




(1978, HUGE crush on Barry Gibb, when I was in 6th grade!)

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Need I saw more?

Shia LaBeouf
I do adore
with his amorous smile
and smoke grey eyes
his lean physique
goes on for miles...


Rocking the cradle?
um...... YEAH, maybe?!
UGH!
But can you blame me?

He is without a doubt a very sexy young man
I would do him on a plane
or even a train
I would do him on a bus
oh yes,
I just must!

I would do him anywhere
he'd be willing to screw
let's not pretend
you would too!

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Peter Dinklage...my God...a lil bit of
Mmmm....

Oh sweet Pete
Of floppy mop and dark eyes..
You do reduce me to a pool of goooosh..
When i imagine you crawling in between my thighs...
And fitting so snug against my puss..
Well it makes me forget your itty bitty size...
Actually the thought of squeezin your itty bitty tush...
And wonderin if your height is in proportion to your manly rise...
I must say in some perverse way it fuels my crush...
I am a little concerned i would crush you when i ride...
Could you love me if you got smoooshed?

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SILVER
Edie Sedgwick
(1943 - 1971)

Youthquaker. Girl in the Black Tights.
Warhol's underground superstar.  

She had left the silver foil walls, and the pull
of Hollywood, and this earthbound plane long
before I knew I loved & wanted to be like her.

Her skin of powdered rice paper, the scent
of rotting orchids, a drug-induced
Noh dancer with slow-writhing limbs akimbo.

Silver-gilded girl of the moment at the
Factory, that turned out Monroe silk screens,
and porn, to the drone of a refrigerator.

From asylum to the Big Apple, the apple of
her father's eye, and of his desires,
she'd sleep among the gay lovers, pretty boys

with erotic names of exotic birds, knowing
she was safe for a while as they quarreled
among themselves: who would bring her

chocolate shakes, and chauffeur their princess
to her doctor's for injections
(she was too much a lady to do it herself).

Until her fingertips became match-heads
setting fire to hotel rooms, flailing from
inside a closet while bellboys stole her furs.

Face of a comatose junkie drawing deep on
filterless cigarettes (she wasn't afraid), and yet,
what deeds have you, Edith, what deeds?

But wasn't she fabulous! remembering back
when she and Suky spent trips screaming

from an open convertible through the
San Marcos Pass,
their bright scarves like kite tails.

In that same wind she'd ride her roan
along the spine ridge of Rancho Laguna

with no sense of dominion over the land
with its wild fires that went on forever,

where the ashes of her brothers, and their
self-possessed and possessing father of
eight in his brood, had been far-flung

and one day, so too would hers be, alone,
under shade trees in the valley of Santa Inez.



Noh - Japanese classic theatre
Suky - the youngest sister
Rancho Laguna - the 6,000 acre family ranch
San Marcos Pass & Santa Inez Valley, near Santa Barbara, CA
Actress Kyra Sedgwick is Edith's niece.

(preview photo from Wikipedia stock)


©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.  

with respect i will post after pandora....

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My ear never heard,
and My heart had never felt,
such a Woman talking about color,
gender, as she related the hue.

My father is Latino, and so,
I should be called, I was raced
by My mother, not to be ignorant.
She had a high level and knowledge of words,
something I did not had the chance to get.

My father was a lowyer, well still,
never got to be a judge, but now He is.
ofcourse I feel for him, but he built his
own especial jail.

When He used to go to work,
I was just writing poem, as much as I could,
show them to my mama, so that she could say It
sounds cool, all of them were composed for her.

The first thing she used to put on the radio,
after my father left the station,
always the same recitation, she used to
drink her coffee, and fly, into another dimension.
I used to stare at her, I used to see her on My father sofa.
drinking from My father cup, and putting Her feet
on top. oh MAMA.

She had a mirror, infront of her,
and the speaker, aiming to her,
my Mother was my Phenomenal Woman,
but listening to this poem, made her so stronger.
although I was learning how this writter,
composed and wrote her poem. It builted in me,
The civist man, I am, It built in me,
How to respect a Woman, admire a Woman.
and especially how to stand.

My Mama told me once,
if you should love a woman,
love a woman like this,
and me dealing with ODIPUS COMPLEX,
i built a crush on her voice,
I asked once i want to see her picture mama,
and she said, fall in love first
from what you hear, from her,
find her feelins, so i did.
I saw her picture as a birthday gift,
I told mama, she was Ugly.
but one thing I remember
I did not see her Color.
I saw her smile, and eyes, that was
beautiful. PAPA said, what is this BAMBACLAM.
He so latino, did not like her. and then I said to him
she is my phenomenal Woman.


how hard it was for my mama
how hard it has been for many women,
how hard it has been for Maya Angelou,
to be such a good writer, for Me, and for many Women,
I met her thanks to my Mother,
and She has become, my phenomenal
I funny, I heard Kanye West song, one time,
I told my ex wife, you know where he got
that phrase, do you know from whom, he got
that verse. She did not know, I told her
from my PHENOMENAL
WOMAN.

SENA

Oh Sena! Just in tears! this was "Phenomenal" doll...
Lessons here on many levels, i thought it was going to be more about race..this really champions women, and your Mama taught (and you learned) beautifully how to love them...thanks for this sweet darlin..sigh....

asked once i want to see her picture mama,
and she said, fall in love first
from what you hear, from her,
find her feelins, so i did.

calamitygin said:Oh Sena! Just in tears! this was "Phenomenal" doll...
Lessons here on many levels, i thought it was going to be more about race..this really champions women, and your Mama taught (and you learned) beautifully how to love them...thanks for this sweet darlin..sigh....

asked once i want to see her picture mama,
and she said, fall in love first
from what you hear, from her,
find her feelins, so i did.

Once again thanks a lot just as the host said. I wrote it a way that I can make sense to everyone. It don't matter the medals but when you want to share something I n your and you know is touchy common let it out..

Sena

Scarlett Johansson

What can I say besides that the boulevard never touched my soul like a smile from your torso. Futuristic Los Angeles I am lonely, a depressed man working the business of life the best way I can. Professionally I write in my dreams to meet and compose a letter to my queen.

My impending divorce from society has me talking to operating systems with supposed artificial intelligence, but what can technology do for a fool trapped in this world without you?
I was designed to adapt and evolve, but your voice has me paralyzed beyond words.

Fascinated by your ability to act out a scene with such grace. Psychologically our bond has existed for years, but before I sign these papers I want you to speak the same way about me. Your reluctance constantly had me pondering our future, the way you looked at me last night in my stage two is the signal I needed to continue believing in us.

Blind dates come and go, and all I seem to do is think of you, my well-being compromised again, and I'm starting to doubt your concern, though I still have hopes of you and I meeting again. Until then Scarlet, you are my distant crush, the reason this poem exists.