Best Curtsey Poems

Rose petals floated in the dusty air.
A few landed at my feet as I sat weeping,
remembering the playful way she teased me
on the day she painted the old picket fence.

"It needs to be painted," she chided.
Fingers of a brisk March wind 
brushed through her hair....

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet...

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Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching...

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Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence,
In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense.
In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves,
Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze.
The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers,
In...

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Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add
a picturesque of a draped graceful scene,
nay gloomy but most tranquil, and serene.
The whitish tones of the leaf's undersides
evolved the...

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In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns...

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In Africa another day is born
At dawn
The optimist awakes
To a world that’s bright with receding night
Hope and promise of things new
A world where dreams come true

In Africa another day is done
At dusk with setting sun
The pessimist seems right
In the fading light 
Of yet another day
Where...

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NOSECANDY SNOW

crack white
mojoblow
night flight
nosecandy
 snow

photographic 
eye chambers
capture it all
seizure lights
rainbow walls
nerves and veins
plumbed too raw
doubledecho voices
stealing authenticity 
shredding shades of sanity

Ferris wheels and Carousals
motion sick candy stick
black bile rises thick
ground navigates a
tidal slosh of
rise and fall
quartz stars hang no more
formation sunk in
twin and triplet
curtain calls

shut-eyed...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their...

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Little Girls and little Boys
With locks and curls and shoelace twirls
Songs of play, with giggles aloud
The little Girls curtsey, the little Boys bow

Rosy cheeks that dance all day
Nighttime prayers,, three words to say
Tears of joy, or just to share
Touching one and all that care

Blessed with...

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Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.

ha! ha!

Tell me again about your big, booty, blonde beauty
and how she has such class!

ha! ha!

Look at...

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There was an old woman 
Who danced with a broom
She did a little curtsey
Then flew around the room.

She bowed to the postman 
As he walked up to the door
He gave a little wink
And they danced across the floor.

The postman could see 
That she was having...

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Typing teddies talk. Their furry hands have great speeds over keys. Perfectly adjusted to any form of typewriter, word processor, laptop and keyboards, or the modern computer touch screens. They work so well that Mr pigeon became quite hypnotized with their fur dashing across the...

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WHAT YOU DOING ON THAT BARSTOOL FOOL?

Is that what it takes for you to feel brave?
And why can’t you simply behave?
Don’t you realize it’s transience you crave?
And why do you secret youthful beauty within a cave?

Upon a time once did a wolf sleep with a...

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**Please note, when reading this poem, 
it is meant to be an interactive poem.
So join in while you read it.***


Put your hands together and clap.
Can you bow or curtsey, like that?
Can you blink your eyes,
wave you hand goodbye?
Can you put your hands together and clap?

Can...

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