Best Fringed Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring 
pinot-noir peignoir baring—
full of themselves  and solar ignition
preen like...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with finely made up women in fancy smocks 
just waiting to...

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He lay outside    on the cellar door    one day
Lazy    gazing at the sky
A child    a dutiful child
Before he knew clouds move    or why
Those scattered billows    grey fringed...

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In silent hours till nightfall
When shadows grow long before fading
Heart thumps, a deep longing,
a soft knocking on a door still closed
Shy and introverted
As if saying: if I knock too hard
will I knock you over
and send you away forever?

I listen quietly as moon light
creates lonely silhouettes
on...

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IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent.

I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. 
The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches...

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Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and the file drawer maze.
Fly me away from 
the chain of the clock
and the sink of necessities.
Bring me in spirit
to magical...

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"Syzygy"

Behind the wet dunes
fringed with seagrass
a blood crescent 
kisses the forehead 
of dreamer traversed
twin aeon syzygy 
barefeet the velvet 
sophia imprints
softly speak 
like words seen
dancing across
the place between 
heaven and earth
mapping deviations
non-standard
calibrating alignment
played forward through 
unchartered jaded
emerald forests
where the satin skin 
becomes sparkling
crystalline it shatters...

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sparkling  dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky   above
oh  endless the huge expanses of pristine shoreline
and the jagged seaward cliffs where cormants and auks nest
wild   deep   and cold...

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Not just the sky itself—they are every ocean and stream—
filled with reflections of rainbows, waterfalls and rain.
Windows of beauty fringed in verdant shades of green.

Not a trace of sadness shows for things that cause her pain. 
Her eyes, serenely soft, are sacred, mystic jewels.
Forever and...

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If you go downtown early morning
You can see the shopkeepers setting
Old treasures on the sidewalk,
Writing their welcomes with chalk
On little standing blackboards,
Inviting you inside their stores.

Honeysuckle Antiques has its window
Filled with newfound things to show,
Local crafts and the latest junk,
A fringed lampshade and leather trunks.
Its...

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A short pleasant drive through the pathway
Between the impenetrable woodlands lying untamed -
Cradled by soft wind, the scenic lush foliage I gaped at
During my recent visit to my homeland
Enriched and cheered my dreary mind;
Fresh breeze, so pure, gently tousled my hair
Giving me a feel that...

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Fringed by colored trees,
The passage up the mountain;
Calico Autumn....

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Picture Postcard

The air sighed heavily
as Winter rested its head
on soft somber clouds
lightened earlier by a sifting
of rain, snow and ice.

It smiled softly at the moon
which, once more, made
a welcomed appearance
in the mantle of night’s sky
sprinkled lightly with stars.

It shivered considerably
near the trees in the cities
wearing...

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze

In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in a porcelain jar stoppered
by a coffinwood shard

Her bare feet stepped...

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