Best Fancying Poems
Standing next to a fire hydrant
Alone
Sitting on a park bench
Bothered by you
rather I be alone
Looking into a broken mirror
Cliche'
People bore me. That they do.
I'm a person so I am also quite
the
Drag
Silly vagrants honking horns, fancying party favors
Yuck
Find me eyed on my lap,
Glued to boring my old shelf
back
Together
All are you completely wrong about us
I am so about this.
Watching look that faces have right now.
Right now is when?
Tomorrow is yesterday while present in today.
Tomorrow
And Yesterday
Definitely Today
So, so lame
as you mock me my case I rest.
but I have too much to declare.
June 8, 2017
Contest: The Bleaker the Better
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I took a brand new girlfriend to see ''The taming of the shrew''
She was a little apprehensive as we joined the queue
but I sensed that her humour, If anything was dry
and very soon her laughter, brought tears to her eyes.
If I be waspish, Best beware my sting
There's small choice in rotten apples, Were just her sort of thing
I'll not budge an inch and thereby hangs a tale
The bitter tongue of Katherine, How could such humour fail?
Petruchio I thank you, I whisper as we left the stalls
Escorting my date to the bathroom, To answer natures call.
Delighted when my date told me, Tonight had been a huge success
A useful thing for a man to know, When he's trying to impress.
Now its time for dinner, She is fancying Chinese
So I find that fancy restaurant , A gentleman trying to please
Then outside to the dance floor, Where we share the slowest dance
I hold her close as we move in tune, This is a fine night for romance .
The silver moon is shining accompanied by shimmering stars
We shared a kiss so tender in the front seat of my car .
I walked her to her front door and bade her a sweet goodnight
Being the perfect gentleman, Well mannered and polite .
She is now married to a friend of mine, They are happy and content
but she still remembers Shakespeare and the magic night we spent
So if you are looking for inspiration, Why not try a Shakespeare play
and like couples through the ages, You'll find he's just as magical today.
I stay close to home these days,
my roaming needs seeming to
expire with age, finding more
of what I need in the Silence
of packing; of course, this
worn-out body is far too cumbersome
to even contemplate wanting – like
frayed clothing, now best for rags;
like empty cans for the recyclable:
I wonder how Earth will handle
my re-purposing?~as for my poetry,
will my works know future lips? Be
Whispered and sung, inspiring others
fancying fireside light and chat, within
the warmth of flickering, yet mysterious
shadows? Or will my words, unceremoniously
settle like bird droppings on tombstones,
surrounded by laurels of weeds, a forgotten
chapter? That settles it, I will opt for cremation!
Leaving tombstones and graves for
most politicians, TV Evangelists, and
Movie-stars, needing their world
monuments where the Devil will
easily find them for substantive
reunions....
silky silence, breathless sounds
soothing and gentle, kindness
flowing beyond the vibrant hues, blessings
whispering in soothing prayers, praising
risking each feeling, each breathe, tremulous
reflections of light, soft dreams
creation sighs, dew drenched tears
devotions, faded, fresh, raw emotions
fancying graces, pleasantries penning
serenity, seasons of tenderness
healing hearts, most important
work from the light of Jesus
far more beautiful than the spring sunrise,
abiding with faith in gentling insights
wonders from above, proving His sweet love
embracing the sincerest
seas enchanting, arising
stirring up heartfelt dreams, imaginings
graceful as verity, gifts of beauty
past imagining, grasping aching praise
enthused beyond words, pulses,
flowing, beating, restoring
NO MORE LOVE POEM
“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”
- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.
“ … For I dream I know not how¡
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.”
-The Bridal Ballad. Edgar Allan Poe
Please Stop.
I don’t want falling in Love
& being pretty smart
O mamma mia.
When the Train is Gone
I thrower in motion:
I don’t hit the nail on the head¡
I’m going wild against the Wall
Slap-up meal.
My brain’s been ****ed
When yr love is come
Toot toot
Damn ***** ate my dog.
Then haemin’s yr Ass:
Love is a silly thing
Fancying that
All over the place
And to die
Of a broken Heart, ja, ja ja.
Hey captain¡ Hey captain¡
My arm chaplain is incapable.
Hey Captain¡ Hey Captain¡
I think we’re gonna cum
In the twinkling of an eye:
The end of the love
Lies inside you¡
Do you know Do you see:
All lovers are Rapier pigs
bastard Gentlemen of rape
Looking out at all rissoles
In the churches’ streets
& saying:
” let me darkle
Or let me daze”.
With Langston Huges’ motto
As we live and learn:
“Dig and be dug
In return”
No more Love Poem
Darkly Vampire.
Carry me to Yr Black Ritual
Of bloody Love
Leaning lip-poised.
We tremble to receive
The darkly ****ing Eucharistic
To touch Perceive
Touch Explore
And yet with utmost Sinful care
Slide Melt
Devour.
The *****Cock
And Chicken
In the head of lustful night
Carry me.
I thought lets go fishing
fancying a fish pie
or maybe fish and chips
that would do the trick
I set off, rod and bucket
full of worms in my hands
found a good spot to fish
by the rocks on the beach
Patiently I waited for a bite
then my rod dipped and bucked
soon I had four nice whoppers
flapping around in my bucket
Needing to answer call of nature
I slipped in between the trees
alas when I returned I found
one happy pelican looking full
An empty bucket he'd scoffed the lot
I sighed as I chucked a stone
it missed him by a country mile
no fish for supper I had no more worms
written 06/17/2013
contest Gone Fishing
sponsor Caleb Smith
For Plucky Two by Nine Contest:
The PRINCESS was one that all wanted to IMPRESS
Her SCHOOL kept her intellect current not a FOOL
The KING sought a worthy man for her RING
A RETREAT from tradition would prove an uneasy FEAT
Her INTELLIGENCE would keep her from fancying any GENTS
Many BLESSED suitors stopped by to parade their BEST
With STRENGTH she must stop this at any LENGTH
Poking LIGHT fun as none of them looked BRIGHT
Her GEM of herself was much brighter than THEM
Never forgetting those loud voices
Voices acting as the vehicles of historical antimonies
Antimonies which in themselves are testimonies of ideological betrayal
These conflicting mirages of imagination
Divorcing the empirical from the theoretical
And shouts from the Actions.
Abreast the crest of rejected African egos,
Egos which perhaps are the ‘ethos’ of a ‘timeless’
Pan-Africanism.
An Africanism whose essence has now been,
Destroyed by this phase of
Nihilism.
These self –appointed
Medians of history
Medians fancying themselves as the only mediums of
The historical message,
A message whose true medium is that which
Reaches the ordinary man struck by poverty.
Are indeed medians in as much as they are comedians,
In a comedy whose true heroes are dead.
My wife's found out I'm a transvestite,
she's not very happy at all.
She thinks that it's new. but between me and you
for years I've been having a ball.
She says that it's all got to finish,
Or somebody's going to get hurt.
She wears the trousers in our house,
but she won't let me wear a skirt
It's not that I'm fancying fellas.
The thought never enters my head.
I just like the feel of that silk and chenile,
preferably something in red.
But I'm sure she's trying to change me
she's dragging my name through the dirt.
She wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.
She claims that I'm some sort of pervert
she says that it's some kind of kink
and if I don't stop she'll divorce me
and boy will she kick up a stink.
For now she's turned nasty towards me
her comments are cutting and curt
Yes - she wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.
It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most..
though list grows shorter with each passing day
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,
and chicken salad on toast.
To be true others may find want of finer things.
fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars,
refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars
yet never replace good company a heart brings.
As winter closes, and spring finds its way home,
eternally grateful for all new pleasures won
give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun
yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam.
Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets..
perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two.
When I look back to a wonderful past,
what I'll miss most
is you.
I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.
Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?
Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.
® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich
Free-fancying through the woods
upon lofty ribbons of airy trees,
I tiptoe along a hidden pathway
where glimmering reeds sing its myth--
that in late nightfall and its starry array
my dream-like state becomes caressed
by feathery, ethereal images in gauze wings.
Clutching the soil until it reverberates
with the tinder- box hymn ( or dance) of life,
my being immerses in nature’s waters :
where pixies flow in ageless twirls of creation.
And to experience all as an inner odyssey,
when the breath of pure spirit blows in wonderment
gossamer flights lift my daze unto infinity--
inhaling that child-god universe beyond oneself,
engrossed in a moment of enchanted play
when glorious evening's stage bursts into a dream!
Mystic Rose Contest: A LOVELY LITTLE DAYDREAM
1..21..2017
What were you thinking of mother
When you gave me that extra sardine
You know they are my favourites
Now…I am not feeling too fine
Why you looking like that mother
What you fancying to do
Please don’t pick me up
Or for sure will do a p@@.... Whewww
Penned 26 October 2017
Contest: write me something funny
"Live life to fullest, as it seems-
but, leave unlocked your door of dreams."
_by Poet
Three decades had elapsed- surpassing days
they lived next door- partaking fun-filled years.
Oft-times, I'd sit, so dreamlike in a daze-
still fancying them here- and, oft with tears.
One night, I closed my eyes to simply rest
beside the moonlit pool in our backyard.
Before long, deep asleep- I felt distressed
by hazy lights fast catching me off guard.
Then, through the circle of large maple trees,
two shadowy beings each waved a hand-
ethereal- there, floating with the breeze,
they called my name- so I would understand.
My trancelike state of mind said, no! Unreal!
Imaginary, this must surely be!
The spirits of my mom and dad, surreal-
now gliding 'cross the lawn to visit me.
It was that night, I closed my eyes to rest-
while through the circle of large maple trees,
my prayers had sent that vision- truly blessed;
dreamed of my parents- waving in the breeze.
May 24, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Prompt - Dreamlike
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 06/02/2021
Words Required (in italics)
dreamlike, hazy, shadowy, ethereal,
trancelike, unreal, imaginary, surreal
Without faith is anything true?
Does the heart truly feel?
Does the mind know what is real?
Does the soul express its joy…
Through laughter and enthusiasm?
Without faith is there any grace?
Does the spirt trust hope?
Do feelings abide in the promise?
Does anyone even have a dream…
Fancying the courage to believe?
Without faith is there any trust?
Does the heart only imagine love?
Does the mind discover wonders?
Does the soul consider God…
The One who inspires us to believe?
Faith is more than a feeling
It is alive, and it is just like breathing
Without faith, there can be no reasoning
The heart, mind and soul must agree…
Faith is the answer, the bond between…
His gift of grace and mercy
The light of prayer and praise
The beauty of giving every need…
To the One who loves so much more…
Than our hearts and souls can fathom.
Faith gives us the chance to partake
In the One who brought us salvation
Released us from prisons of our own making
Destroyed the reign of satan
And taught us about love that is eternal
With faith… we have a path to true joy
Hope that moves mountains…
Grace that surrounds us…
With His love and His promises….
His everlasting spirit and peace
He is the One I believe in
With faith that He stirred inside
Where His Holy Spirit now abides!