Monday, 13 February 2017

The Man With the Triangle Eyes

The Man With the Triangle Eyes.

I'm not a big fan of the disco scene
In fact, I avoid it whenever I can
But on this Friday night, I was keen
On meeting a striking young man.

I didn't have to look very far
Even though I am quite hard to please.
He was standing in front of the bar
And his smile son put me at ease.

I had just broken up with my significant other
So my emotions were all over the place.
He'd been less of a lover and more of a brother
Still, the pain was so hard to erase.

I left home when I was just fifteen years old
My father and I had become strangers
But I knew in my heart that he had to be told
Parental rejection was just one of the dangers.

Perhaps I  would be among the lowest of the dead
I was persona non grata from that moment on.
Still, I had just escaped from cold and empty bed 
And just like that, life as I knew it was gone.

Did I do the right thing? Will anyone else be harmed?
These questions burned holes in my heart.
I kept repeating in silence: Just don't be alarmed
We can transcend  the pain that kept us apart.
                                               --------lonelyheroine 2016.

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Some Pet Shop Boys Levity To Show I Have A Healthy (Albeit Quirky) Sense Of Humour

I wonder if Neil is aware of this crazed and bizarre woman flailing around and who's stealing his performance.
Well, I've certainly seen weirder, more outlandish and ridiculous tour riders, but this one, for the boys' Nightlife tour is after my own heart: Lots of alcohol,chocolate, a bowl of fruit and and 1 litre of fruit juice. Not much food, however. Someone said they asked for 15 towels, but it was only 5.
There's Madonna---front and centre as always
Neil, speaking quickly and urgently "You don't understand. We were supposed to meet up with you five hours ago. It's not as if we have a tight schedule, but this is ridiculous. I have no idea where we are, Chris is getting antsy and if you had any sense of decency then you wouldn't be pulling this crap.  Oh, isn't this Bill Howard? Sorry, I guess I have the wrong number." Neil quickly hung up the phone.
Neil looking happy and contented. A nice change from the ultra-serious face he and Chris favour
I've learned a lot of life's lessons from Bugs Bunny. Here's an example of the cartoon lapin separating Canada from America for the sole reason that Tim Horton's should be and is a Canadian institution and should remain that way. 
One of my absolutely favourite Pet Shop Boys pictures, even with the leather. (PETA will kill me lol)
There's this very odd belief that Neil and Chris took the name Pet Shop Boys from an extremely disturbing practise of stuffing hamsters up one's bottom.
I've heard that Chris is a fan of Pringles crisps
I've never heard about this treat, but it likely tastes better than it looks
Neil and Chris, looking for all the world like high school kids. I wonder if they ever still get carded?
These crazy-eyed devil dolls have scared me for years. If I turn my back, they'd kill me in my sleep
Evidently, this video for Domino Dancing with its not exactly subtle homoerotic overtones got the boys in hot water, In America that is.
Neil looking adorable in this lurid and frightening version of Opportunities
Looking a bit like a young Robert Redford
Even before I saw this gorgeous backside, I'd been an ardent fan of this follically challenged Mr.Clean
It looks as if you're going to take off and fly, Neil
Here's a happy fan sandwiched between Neil and Chris.
That can is bigger than this little fella. In the unlikely event that he's guzzling the real thing it's still better than smoking weed .

OMG. I thought that was a stuffed monkey behind Neil, but it's actually Chris.

I don't think there will be a torrential downpour inside, Neil

Is he gorgeous or what? 

Neil stares at the person taking a picture of the guys and says, "See how busy I am?'

Chris, you keep going about with that silly disco ball. I  think you've milked that edgy look enough

I can't believe that Neil and Chris may have ended up using this as their "Badass" look. 
I enlarged this picture of Neil, so you are more able to see the written words.  Gets pretty personal, I think,  

Friday, 3 February 2017

I Wish I Had Never Dreamed Of Machines   

Live By the Gun
Die by the gun.
A neverending tragedy
Showing no signs of abating.

Your country's marred
By flagrant displays
Of rampant weapon worship.
And a country reeking of death.

It's likely far too late for stricter rules
Shooting after shooting
Is ample proof of one thing                                                                        
You don't want to change.
There's a pervasive heaviness of

Reservation, resigning oneself to
The inevitable war machines
Is this how we are going to destroy ourselves.                                           

When your leaders fail to save you.
When loud-mouthed idiots
Want a gun in every pot.

But the saddest thing of all
Is your indifference to the dead
This outpouring of so-called concern
Is already yesterday's news.

I wrote these two poems this past summer,  before the Presidential debates between Hillary Clinton and that former wheeler-dealer-aka-reality-show-host-aka-loose-cannon-aka-hubby-of-trophy-wife, Donald Trump. "The Trump Administration (scary),  President Trump Leader of the most powerful (and reviled) nation in the free world. Okay Republicans and everyone who voted this man in, I have but one question for you: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??????????????????????????

That's enough ranting for awhile. I dubbed this entire hot mess America's First Cartoon President.

I Wish I'd Never Dreamed Of Machines             


The sordid underbelly bubbles like tar                              

On a sizzling suburban street ,
A seven-year-old named Luka
Was running from kids wanting desperately
To tear into his psyche and turn his stomach into Jello.  


They call it “the social media”
But I like to call it Hell.

What purpose can ever be served
When vulnerable children
With free and unsupervised access
To the tepid quagmire of the Internet

Are waving their young lives good-bye.
Years ago in the mid-1990's                                      

I was warned about this                                        

Unnatural and repugnant
Breeding ground

And I simply scoffed                                                      

And changed the subject
Making me a substantial
Contributor of youthanasia.

A dismal war zone, where children
Play among cyber landmines.
And fumble with lethal innocence.                                  

Once that corrugated gateway
Was flung open with
Youthful abandon
I know we had fallen

Headfirst into a terrifying abyss                                      

From which there is never, ever
A life raft or a buoy to cling to
Or a map to show us how very far                             

We have tumbled into darkness
And will continue in this trajectory
Until the Machines sit back
And laugh in our wooden,
Ghostly faces.

Lonelyheroine July 10th 2016.