Paparazzi Princess (poem) by Lori L Moore on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 27, 2008

You paint a great picture of the iPod generation. Yes, these new Americans fresh out of the egg aren't the Americans that built a country that helped turn the tide in two World Wars before greed gave what made the United States great away by moving our industrial base to everywhere but America. I love that one line, "I want to be a Paparazzi princess,..." That sums it up. I taught for thirty years in the public schools--most of that time in high school, and far to many of the kids wanted to be famous and were sure they would be so why learn to read and do homework when reading and homework are boring.

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on December 24, 2006

This poet dresses much better, everything fits! What a creative write~

Hats off to you, Lori!

Love and Peace~

Kimmy~

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on October 23, 2006

So, SO clever. Well-written!! Great satire. . .just think, we could be paying thousands of dollars for our pocketbooks and having hair r i p p e d from our bodies and running around on beaches with our. . .durnnear everything. . .hanging out. NUH-uh!! When ya
r e a l l y got it, ya don' hafta do all 'at. . .right?:) LOVE IT...Y O U! 'Pea' <3....PS: You know they caught Paris engineering one of those "don't you dare take my picture now" moments. <sigh>

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 25, 2006

Sassy piece Lori, fitting vbetter than the dress

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on February 4, 2006

HA HA HA..you are feeling better,this is fabulous writing Lori,wow,this is full of punch and power and I really wish I had of written it...I love it!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 20, 2006

A sharp commentary that cuts to the core, Lori. Well done. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

Reviewed on January 17, 2006

hmmm...biting commentary on the trivial nature of social life, these days. but, really, has it ever been any different? we like to think that these times are something new, but, i think, human nature is what it is. there are those that revel in such and, then again, there are those, like you, who bear witness, and travel the deeper currents of life. excellent write, poet. thank you for sharing!

Reviewed by Edwin Larson

Reviewed on January 16, 2006

Lol...maybe its the carbs, but that's why you can explore all of Paris in just two days..;)

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on January 16, 2006

... perhaps it's cos if she could think all these profound thoughts and even spell them, she wouldn't be wearing these Emporor's New Clothes anyway??!! Well... at least the women try to look nice... what REALLY gets my goat are blokes who are delusional about their sex appeal, basing their assumptions on the make and model of their motor rather than on the model that stands before them in the mirror... just to keep up the Brit shallowness here! :)) Paparazzi Poke In The Eye real good, Lori. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on January 16, 2006

ah yes it s all in the way you feel
and if it feels good I say go for it. ;)

Reviewed by Alex Nodopaka

Reviewed on January 15, 2006

Splendid foraging
into sheer silks
that further unveil
your writing talents
dressed in words alone.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 15, 2006

the madison avenue consciousness escapes into a body that is an illusion in the real world ... great write, Lori ...

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on January 14, 2006

So true nothing else to add
amen
Well Penned

William .....Love & Peace

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on January 14, 2006

Maybe it doesn't fit because it's reserved only for the shallow.

Reviewed by Steve Patterson

Reviewed on January 14, 2006

Absolutely wonderful Write. well done.
TX

Reviewed by Lynn Barry

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

I love this...

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Girl, you can find a better dress at the Good Will store if you look hard enough. Some woman out there got so mad at her man that she threw out all the expensive stuff he ever gave her.

Her trash, a budget shopper's treasure! Good poem on the trashy wardrobe look worn by those who are supposed to know how to spend their moolah.
blessin's and smiles Sis Lori!

cynth'ya

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Hee, hee, Thanks!

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

The Ultimate (UnIntimate) Eye Opener !

Why People Women Should Just Learn To Be Herself Yourselves Men Included!

Good Dress Suit Can Make A Man--But, Clean Kind Personality No Matter What Any Girl Women Wear Makes Me (You)Turn On...Big Boobs Help--You Can Forget About The Smile-When Anybody Smiles At Me---I Think What Do You Want!!?

One Of Your Best Yet Done Good Writes!

TRASK

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

It's the wrong dress :-) Excellent write!

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

OH! I am so glad I read this! "Backless, strapless, sleeveless, clueless." PERFECT. Lori, only you could write something like this. I think you express how so many of us feel about those hollywood bimbos and bim-dudes(?) I've gotten where I can't even look at a magazine unless it's about home decor. Thank you for this one.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

LOLOLOL! Watch out, Lori ... one of those princesses might sue you! LOL!

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Very original and funny
You " cut the crap " as they say, and get to the heart of the matter as always Lori !
What does it profit to gain the whole world...and to lose your very own soul in the process !
Peter

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

The creativity and muse oooze in this one Lori Fantastic take on the high upper class smiles.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Call me a male slag.. But less is better.. Backless strapless sleeveless.. Clothless, Marvellous... gimmi gimmi gimmi.:)

Cheap ain't I..

Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

a body with no brain is about as appealing as yesterday's garbage to others who have a brain. good write, strong voice.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

You kicked ass with this bit of prose, Lori, and let the chips fall where they fall. America, and the whorld to a lesser extent, are so eat up with stardom, that there just isn't much of anything we will not do to achieve it. If you doubt that check out all the so-called "reality shows." Fantastic writing.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

OMG love it Lori, you have nailed the Diva Princess syndrome down so well that it is unmistakable to the reader that the plastic images of this world are just maniquins who move. Give me a girl in a cowboy hat, faded jeans and a nice smile who can discuss books and writing while driving my Jeep off road anyday. Exceptional write and should be included in the teenagers must read curriculums in schools.

Felix

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Not my fit either...give me blue jeans bare feet and sand between my....whatever.....lol!!

Winky $*;*$ Tinky pinky swear!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 12, 2006

You really got a good one off with this precious write.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 12, 2006

You rock Girl! Captured as only you can, Lori! Such sham and all for what? They truly are clueless....

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on January 12, 2006

LOL!!! Been there done that!! Glad I got over it. Living in one of the big cities it was easy to get caught up in all the glitter and glamor...being I grew up in and around Hollywood, I think I have seen (nearly) all and lived life in the fast lane and over the edge. Hollywood Boulevard, Sunset Strip, Rodeo Drive...all my native stomping grounds and one hell of an entertainment center if I do say so myself...However, in an attempt to be considered part of the "in crowd" we took "individuality" to mean we were just like our peers instead of being someone special who could shine somewhere besides hanging from a trapeze, working it, over some rich John's bed in his amazing Malibu Estate. Thinking we were "all that" at some point we learned that we were nothing more than the sluts we played ourselves up to be. Great write, rather nostalgic for me, though I have to admit you nailed this one, Lori.

Take care,

Sherry