Best Frame Poems

The Middle Time is now upon me,
The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less before 
Than all those days that lay within
The sepulcher of careless...

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On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls -  don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed  red faces

Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid

ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But...

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Once I saw a lovely frame
Rough and Tumble was its name
It was a captured moment of freedom
A moment of nature at its peak.

I saw the waves in this frame
It's frenzy, won the dancing game
Beautiful blue waters invading brown earth.
The water is like a child; free
Always...

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Today... 
       Let me swirl, let me sway,
             I want to whirl my cares away.

Stand by...
           Let...

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Should you carry me, sweet fancy,
Only to descend flat into the ground?
Ashamed, I bear you now
Upon my weary shoulder - the shell of your frame
Ashamed of my name
Ashamed to the grave


March 21, 2015...

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.....a miner's tale


Entré vous
Was the cry oft-heard
A smile, a nod a welcoming embrace

Now circling high above it's prey
Grand masters seek their earthly throne
From hence to issue writs of folly

Perhaps these humans can be trained
As caution, cast like dandelion fluff
Takes pyre in hearts were once born...

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In
the early
morning sun-
a painted lady
lazes 'ere her day has begun...

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Picture frame
Two Lillies are on the corner of the frame
It was a present to my husband and me
I never really liked it but it is there
For all that visit, to see.
A little boy in a garden so grand
He’s holding a baby and kissing her hand
The...

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I lost me somewhere in the map of my life,
yes, I still have the same ivory skin;
lips of cherry pink stained,
but there is more pain in my eyes reflected.

I feel that I could reach out and touch,
the girl in the frame;
brush my finger on her...

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I see her picture at the end of my hall
And steady myself by touching the wall
The frame is gaudy as if it has meaning
And it calls to me with each day’s leaning

With purpose I travel to make it straight
As if that picture and I have...

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golden moments kept in frames ... turn seconds into lifetimes...

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he watches me and whispers, come-   then ... I am within the frame with him
...

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tall among rich loosen soil
      scent slight quaver throughout spoiled
         sunshine fields, warm smiles it yields

   milk pearls trickle drip on silk
      nature whispers season...

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   "in a tipsy frame of mind"



my pen point was swirling and twirling to be
on a romantic adventure so fun and fancy free
with a tipsy turn here and with savoir faire' there
escaping to the Poetry Palace swimming for a "pen-mate" mare.

lo! and behold!...

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MY PICTURE FRAME

In my picture frame, I count nine
Standing neatly in a row
Two are hers and two are mine
And that accounts for four

Two others are a lady and me
Two pastors make it eight
And that is all that there should be
I count nine – but wait

The...

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