Best Frippery Poems

Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be

It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the...

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Another anthology appears
Boldly boasting ballads.
Can't construct cinquain,
Ditto deconstructing didactic.

Easy efforts elevate essentially.
Fabulous frippery, fun, fauxmance.
Giving gifts ,gaiety, glory.
Hiding hyperbole ,hailing honesty.

I ignore idiosincricy.
Jubilant jeweled jots.
Krielle knowledge,
Luminates lovers learning.

Masters manage monoku.
No one notices nonsense.
Only ones own oratory,
Presents problems personally.

Quatern quixotically quizzes,
Rhymers,readers, royalaires.
State simple statements  softly.
They...

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Nature Strives to be beautiful
Morphing myriad, earthly hues
from macrocosmic frippery.
Her perfumed zephyrean breaths
Intoxicate the atmosphere
Stirring those that breathe to wildness
That only her tempestuous
Violence ultimately tames;
Yet her yin can be most tranquil
As not to ruffle a fledglings
Feathers or ripple mountain tarns.
She favors none of her children
within...

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At first glance I thought
It was a toy, a ragged thing,
perhaps dropped by a small boy.
Lost or abandoned?
Either way
it was being trampled on today

The pavement pushers,
marching through the high street
with shopping on their minds,
they didn’t see it,
Flat and grey,
matching this abysmal rainy day

Against the grain...

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Surrounded by the glitz and frippery
the ribbons, bells and stars all meant to warm you,
on the mantelpiece, parading with the cards
the one that silently ' regrets to inform you'.
Muffled merriment, jaded joy 
from those who gently tiptoe round your loss,
they turn their heads to gaze...

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This time of trouble so torn by terror,
time of deep darkness and all-devouring death,
this time of woe, high wages and much wenching
is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises.
I wander weary this winding way and wonder
what future ills befall our faltering folk.
Lady Favour fools high...

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It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...


Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush,
not to comprehend its depth
too concise not to...

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P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink gentilities and regal, I revere
A-  lovely poet, full of...

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Many of us celebrate the time when Jesus lay in his feeding trough

Own a place in our home do not have to knock on so many doors


Put up Nordic fir cut from woods or plastic with fake snow and tinsel

Decorate it with ornaments and try...

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Hugs for you
And hugs for me
Hugged is what
I want to be.

Hug a slug
All slippery
Sliming up
Your frippery.

Hug a bug
And hug a bee
Lucky in
The lottery....

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Upon my museum walls, pastiche you are,
Pseudo piece of art dredging old memories;
Where I hang now, a fine authentic painting—
Love of my sweet dreams.

You claim I once bloomed your ardent reveries
Yet, I recall your dreamworld quite illusive
When you pulsed my heart in your glory within
Phantasm...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or...

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thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:

if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)

there is endless repetitious strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is the void endured and consequently

synthesis: enter everybody’s anti-hero cross-eyed,
sees crossed...

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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.

From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on my stylish lockers
all bore labels of 'made in China' in...

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Ah
Autumn
icy wisps
curling, twisting
seek gnarly branches 
impatient winds flurry
brown, red, yellow leaves gusting
frippery off quivering trees
stark proud beauty, naked, unadorned 


Entered: Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
Dated 23/08/2019
Placed 2nd with thanks...

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