Best Flounces Poems

April first drives up in a new Lamborghini,
Everyone knows it is one of her foolish tricks
She will be driving a beat-up pickup farm truck
In thirty days, when time comes to start the planting.
April, she flounces between winter and summer,
Calling herself spring but she is, frankly,...

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They mourn wisdom not yet learned
It flounces from their grasp, withers
Away in the solar wind it burns
Itself in the remnants of

What once was a beautiful mind,
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
In this instanced reality
Parallel our own treasured find

Whisked away on the breeze it yearns
Awhile for...

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Winds
raged as 
fires glowed in
small frowzy shacks
that strange Georgia eve an angel was born.

The sky proclaimed that lives would re-arrange;
with Joy’s first cry,
the tempest
changed to
calm.

Warm 
Zephyr -
spring magic -
arrived with Joy.
Her laughter was kindling for hearth and home.

No galas in her future ; she was...

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Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a...

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That little girl in the picture was never me.
I was always this body
but you hid me.
under pink flounces and
was hidden by the universe’s cruel joke
puberty.
I was always this brain
locked with a red satin bow. To keep the world from knowing
I’m not your baby to cuddle...

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Marriage – our commitment for LIFE as husband and wife

It wasn’t a leap year when I proposed to you
But I'd got down on one knee,  as it’s traditional to do!

We organised and paid for our own wedding day 
This meant we had control and...

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Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away,...

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Writing musical notes with magical hoofs
enchanted, I  ride on a mystical,
jet black dream steed.
Proud head barely constrained by a
pure white bridle and snow white reins,
my pale chiffon gown,
floats near his flanks speaking
of innocence, flounces gathered by 
tiny, pink rosebuds and white gardenias.

Slow motion, dreamlike,
the...

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Peasants of the Playbook

You’re peasants of the playbook
Yet you think you know the reason
For the failure of the team
That does the best it can this season

And, massing in the mews
You’ve raised the mewl to a mew
Questioning the mastery
Of a coach as good as two

By what...

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(after a drawing by Ghirlandaio)

We see that it was dashed off in a trice,
without a trace of reticence or nerve.
The contrapposto thigh, the shoulder’s curve,
are perfect. Nothing wasted.  All precise.
And yet it has the power to entice,
with just a hint of maidenly reserve;
vitality and...

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If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When the 
deadlines had past during 
the time which something 
might...

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Scraps of lumber, a touch of paint,
with love, became a home.
To the smallest of the birds,
that to our yard would roam.

In his basement workshop,
Grandpa would spend hours.
With his hand saw, brace and bit,
no use of electric power.

At each rip of the saw,
I'd hear that familiar...

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I wonder what I’d find if I could decorate my mind 
a tiny peach plaster to heal the hurt of acts unkind 

There’d be lots of sunshine yellow swirls to brighten up the day
and numerous scraps of paper for poems that come my way

You won’t...

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Fancy

Fancy rushes by in silk dancing shoes,
Stars within her steps,
All plumes and feather boas 
Leaving clouds of spangles, bits of sparkle,
Floating in the air -
Trails of rainbow ribbons,
Sequins grinning as she passes,
Ignoring glares of mauve and mustard 
Clinging to sashes scattered with ducklings,
Buttons and bows...

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N ow as I am gazing through the tunnel I see light
E ach day getting brighter before the darkness of the night
W ith spring around the corner she is bursting to ignite

B lossoms dressed in frills and flounces ready to display
E xquisite and excited for...

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