Best Fancier Poems

You are born to dance with the wind,
veiled within a circle of oak’s trees,
Half-dressed by moving shadows,
Half-exposed by bold daylight.
Jasmines by the left side, dandelions by the right side
dancing together with you, nymphs, satyrs and sprites.
 
The melody luring a brown bird,
Silent with cautious veneration,
advances...

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Come, let us all be merry,
For gay carnival is here.
The brass bands are in full swing,
And liquor is free. 

Many were dressed in costumes,
The fancier dressed galore,
Trucks decorated in fun.
Fireworks hued the sky.
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He claimed the highest perch
in the breeding loft and was, by far,
the biggest pigeon in the flock.
I named him Hector.
A thick, puffed up ball
of red feathers and testosterone 
made him stand out
and was a gift from a leading fancier
eager to improve the bloodlines
of my rather...

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How dainty and shy is she
She is even ever so, she warms the soul.
If you do handle her, handle with carefulness.
If she is approachable at all.

Sweet and delicate a flower 
With a winter strength of gold 
So I suppose she knows her
Elegance

This rose is so...

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Tiny, angel faced, fuzzy headed, little girls with baggy pants, bowed legs, toddling about.

A Wet Minnie Mouse towel hanging on a makeshift clothesline,
alongside others with college logos's and Elvis ;

Fifty something year old women in skimpy, ill fitted bathing suits,
unaware that gravity has shifted when...

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Miasma  Ripening
                by Odin Roark

The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.

Decomposition rages…

Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.

Drive by Reality…

Poor...

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When light rayed Helios pushed the brightness abroad;
A mild and dim dark canopy fell upon the Earth,
Followed,late evening’s crepuscular charm ahead,
With the glistening moonlit beams that threw its mirth. 

The inner dispute of the mind slows down slightly,
On the edge of dusk’s juncture,with hopeful
Comer—the night...

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Space Ghost

Not of your world, nor you of mine 
Your demeanor, un-human kind
A Space Ghost, floating through constellations and galactic lights 
She minds her own (coast to coast)
 “Jupiter will I make it back home?”
Crash landed, somewhere far imagined 
Had I rather not
New ground; “Ok!...

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When radiant blooms of springtime abound
in every humble garden grows
many a fancier flower to be found 
though noblest is still the rose

How gently do the ivy vines cling
like sunshine on mossy walls
how lovely does the little bird sing
his sweet, throaty enthralls


Where blazing morning glories climb
in...

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Mysterious mime or calculating creature
Misanthropic recluse or doting benefactor
Shallow Charlatan or discerning teacher
Obstinate hauteur or modest beseecher

Erudite miser or innovative vizier
Bridled subordinate or confident mentor
Repressed miscreant or extroverted courtier
Natural predator or nurtured fancier

Meager cipher or extravagant couture
Perennial malcontent or persistent pacifier
Venal provocateur or unremitting stabilizer
Wavering...

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A victim of society's profanity
     Trying to fit in with urbanity
     Bigger, fancier, who thought of this insanity
     Commercials full of inanity

     Working night and day fatality
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There’s a place, a space 
Parallel to ours 
I wear the same face 
Have the same shoe size 
But I wear fancier duds 
It's a suit and tie 
My hair is short, not long 
I’m not sad there, I’m smiling 
There must be no one...

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About three decades past
Queen Frosting kneaded me 
into a gloppy thing
invited me into her candy land
until she could regain her sanity.
I was half wise-fully undisciplined
knew I was being unholy used,,
to be dumped into a barbed wire bin
with her other broken things of blue.

Then she kneaded...

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Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.

Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky...

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I do not speak your language I said to the ghost.
I speak a better one, fancier than yours, fancier than most.
I speak American, taken from English and hillbilly.
Your language is stuck up, decidedly silly.

The ghost was astounded, confounded, incensed.
Old English had served him well ‘til...

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