Best Fanciest Poems

At
winter’s 
departure -
though I feel glad -
I must remember
that like human beings,
Mother Nature needs a rest
from her growing season; she will
reawaken at spring equinox,
shaking off her pretty white lace blanket.

For the vernal season, Mother Nature
dons her most beautiful green dresses.
From month to month I see...

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I wrote this poetic monologue when I was seventeen years old. It was 
part of a play I wrote and directed. It was published in a theatre anthology 
used in High Schools as a text book. The writing is not polished but the intent 
is...

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If only a dream
were the path to the future
Where crickets and toadstools
began the parade

If storks in the sky
were a common occurrence
and lemonade grew
in the cool summer shade

If roads led to villages
covered in daisies
While rivers and streams
glistened bright in the sun

And heartache was more of a
forgotten...

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Yellow pieces of weed eater line..
Red tattered piece of old shop rag..
Blue traces of a worn out old tarp..
White shredded remnants of a plastic bag..

I watched you from the early spring,
doing your ritual gathering,
of unwanted things, just laying around
but, to you they were treasures, surely...

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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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This redneck is fixin' to go dancin'
You reckon we get gussied up and go?
I'll be a high flutin' and a prancin'
Is the honky-tonk puttin' on a show?

Shall I wear my fanciest clod hoppers?
Shall I phone all your fiddle playin' kin?
I am gonna be such a...

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I.
The red winged blackbird  knows how hard it is for me to connect with humans.
But I can still share my joy over this bird with my mom, who is dying for a way in.
II.
I was just told today by my teacher that I have...

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A wealthy old cat lover named Rover
To save money called his idlers over
Gave dough to his cats
Who became very fat
And slept under his bed and its cover

Once rich they became very slim
Enrolled in fanciest gym
Forgot  about taxes
Enjoyed expensive waxes
'til their pile-o-change became dim 

The...

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I'm dreaming of a little girl
running around my house
wiggling her butt as she eats 
the fanciest cake I ever made
I'd like to see my little girl
crying as she walks towards me
hugging me tight and tell
how she misses my kisses
Oh my little girl wearing a pink...

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Musical nonsense – purging thoughts

Songs of the heart fill the notes on the sheet
Black upon white in the fanciest lace
Strings out of tune to the places they meet
Melodies wane in the moments we trace

Choruses christened in sweet water glow
Ring through the valleys while villagers sleep
Echoes...

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(Mickey D's, Winter Haven FL)

Fanciest McD's you ever saw!
Life sized statues caught in motion,  
Marilyn, her skirts flying, Elvis, 
thrusting out his guitar in a musical
******, both Blues Brothers in
black suits, ties awry --a real 
Juke Box playing, not Tommy Dorsey, 
but disco: "YMCA,"...

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Each day I sit upon the same wind swept boulder
watching the sun as it sinks into the Western sky.
My sister, on the larger because she's a little older.
We listen to sea gulls, so we don't hear Mother cry.

Father left years ago to make a living...

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Bluest blue skies
 Sunniest sunshine
 Sweetest of breeze
 Cheeks, teases
 Sparkliest spark
 No longer blue, the heart.
 
And a red balloon 
Suddenly flies up
 In the fanciest of dance 
As if enchanted by a trance
 My spirit's in a waltz
 Not bumping against any walls.
...

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Once my father made me a crown. I was five maybe, it was the fanciest crown you have ever seen, I am sure. As it was not cheap plastic or plain paper. It was made of the dust of the broken colorful glass balls. The...

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Now I walk with you holding your hand
Helping you firmly on your feet to stand
Steer you upon the soft sands of the shore,
Unaware yet what life has for you in store.

Soon you’ll be walking tall with starry eyes
To spread your wings and soar to the...

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