She Was My Bling-Bling

She Was My Bling-Bling

a Poem


John Presco

Copyright 2020


She was my Bling-Bling

my one woman gang

I didn’t need an army

or a salty crew

like my Dad

She made a complete

man of me


I had something

to protect


she was

really bad

my beautiful bodyguard

walking at me side

as if she had a holster

where’s the gun?

Will you be

my happy wedded



She was a rebel

teenager from Nebraska

with a million chips

on her perfect shoulder

She had gone West

like a slinger

looking for

just the right trouble

the perfect Bohemian Mix

for show

because she had

a long ways go

this dance

taking her

behind a curtain

at the Royal Ballet


The curtain opend

the flap of our tent

is pushed aside

Here is

the Dame of my

Swan Song

that you will die for

when she does a pirouette

and closes

your wondrous



For fifty days

she was my bling-bling

She let me show her off

she let me save her

from the dragon

by the sea

What price must I pay?

I paid the ranson

of Love

You know

the poetic complaint

in all those songs.


a driven woman

drove me mad


About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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1 Response to She Was My Bling-Bling

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I got the muse. They got – drunk!

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