Best Fancy Poems
“If you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything.” Alice Walker
I write upon my Fancy. Often she takes flight
to the heavens blue or to starry skies,
mountains, forests, rivers or seas,
or to a desert and
leaves me there till again she flies away
to find a flower or majestic tree!
I write upon my Fancy; she makes me feel free!
Sometimes she flies to places that are grey,
but she prefers gold, sunlit sand
where she floats on warm breeze.
She might even soar high to a wondrous sunrise,
for flights of my Fancy are often bright!
I write upon my Fancy whether day or night.
I love when she flutters like butterflies -
flitting over meadows with ease.
She guides my writing hand.
Though sometimes serious, she mostly likes to play,
and with Fancy, I always hope to be.
Feb. 1, 2021
for the 'My Invented Form - I Write Upon' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
As she leaps on pink and satin cloud,
Beauty is with her, like a shroud.
In sunny mist, a twilight stream,
She laughs and frolics as in a dream.
Through slumbrous days and steamy nights,
She oft takes off on strange flights.
The dance is one of mystery,
Performed without a symphony.
In the marsh and in the glen,
She'll pause to rest now and then.
In shady forest and green meadow,
She flits through trees and grass below.
Wearing jewelry of amethyst,
She resides in sunset's rainbow mist.
The trees bow low where she prances;
The world stops to listen when she dances!
She makes the young gentlemen blush;
And the landscape still and hush.
She wakes the robins in the morn;
Caresses waiting stalks of corn.
She hails the sunrise with a whirl;
She's a very special girl.
At times surly, at times sweet,
The wind goes by on satin feet.
Fancy Light (COLLAB) Dr Ram
by~ DR RAM:
Once her tumbled hair was bright with flame
That her eyes sapphire with twinkling stars
And her lips were never to be missed to kiss.
She accepted a man who offered her bounty
Knowing there was a beast in him though.
She thought he is a changed man now
And he has sloughed off the skin he wore.
As the time passed when her beauty faded......
by~ POET D:
She became one again, no longer a pair
Two strangers all over again,
Walking a path alone in her hall way.
Pleasure in the dark * alone * tonight!
A beast she became in her own world
Wakening to the morning bells of Spring
Unchained from a bounty without promise
Removing all doubt, the milk on her face begun to gain color.
A Collaboration with *Dr Ram
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
His arm snaked round her tiny waist
She asked him what is your great haste
The glint in his eye
Needed no reply
Kids are out – there’s no time to waste!
19th February 2015
A sexy young lady from Dover
Was ready to get her leg over
A quick roll in the hay
Any time night or day
Her boyfriend admits he's in clover
02~28~ 2015
checked with how many syllables 8 8 6 6 8
Contest: Spring forward - Debbie Guzzi
~awarded 6th place~
A sweet little girl named Alex.
Always put words in italics.
Plain print wouldn't do.
So when she was through.
They were known as Alex Italics.
It's so good to be fancy-free,
To just be me.
I sit beneath this big oak tree
Drinking wine, writing poetry.
No one to tell me, "Hurry up!"
I drink my wine in a coffee cup.
No one to tell me, "Shut up!"
I say what I please, I stand up.
It's good to be footloose
Without my neck in a noose.
Maybe I'm chunky in the caboose
But I know how to turn on the juice.
So take it from me,
Get yourself free.
Lose the noose.
Go naked and footloose!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: May 24, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
You lead me to the bedroom
I couldn’t believe the size
Asked me how I liked my eggs
I replied ‘unfertilised’
I said please don’t be so forward
I’d prefer a little less idle chat
For I’m only viewing a show home…
Now what do you think of that!
Jan Allison
20th November 2014
Imagination
a force to
be reckoned with
when considering
the human condition
Who doesn't have fantasies?
Stardom, erotic fantasies
athletic, political fantasies
capture the minds
of the multitude
The mind needs to
escape the dull work - a - day world
and lead the inhabitants of this earth
to flights of fancy
The stars are like
little time bombs
which can explode like Roman Candles
if you consider them
carefully enough
The mind of man
is still an uncharted ocean
where the poets, painters,
musicians and writers
can paint
with glorious strokes of fantasy
"Perchance to dream" as the bard has it
Let us praise the dreamers
Let us praise the ability to fantasize
We are glorious shards
of a star which
shattered
many millennium ago
In touch
with nature,
artistic libido
releases chimera,onto
the wing
Dressed in bright red, standing proud
Feathers flapping bright, magnificently loud
Chirping, composing a love song
Take notice, in a flash he'll be gone
Happily feasting on seed all alone
Brown feathers appear, she's at his throne
Fancy Light - A collaboration
Fancy Light - Dr Ram -
Fancy Light (COLLAB) Dr Ram
by~ DR RAM:
Once her tumbled hair was bright with flame
That her eyes sapphire with twinkling stars
And her lips were never to be missed to kiss.
She accepted a man who offered her bounty
Knowing there was a beast in him though.
She thought he is a changed man now
And he has sloughed off the skin he wore.
As the time passed when her beauty faded......
by~ POET D:
She became one again, no longer a pair
Two strangers all over again,
Walking a path alone in her hall way.
Pleasure in the dark * alone * tonight!
A beast she became in her own world
Wakening to the morning bells of Spring
Unchained from a bounty without promise
Removing all doubt, the milk on her face begun to gain color.
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I have reposted the poem a collaboration between me and P.D
sometime in Sept.2011. I dedicate my part of the poem to you sweet Linda.
First Place win
Contest: That's All Folks by P.D.
A Collaboration with * P.D.
Fifth Place win in the contest:
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
early morn' espresso sanity
more than clouds in my caffè,
musings' sugared cuppa fancy
atop frothy dreamt wanderlust
& places to visit, people to read,
percolating poetic joie de vivre
I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days
As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray
When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell
Before he had time to dry, a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these birds of the yard
Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains
And fancy hair....
(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)