Best Frocks Poems

Socialites

those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma

runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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The aunites gossip back home
About how you've grown
Out of your white cotton frocks
And into red silk saris

They talk about how you're ripe for marriage
About how...

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When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
               ...

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Governed by our beastly needs
We don our frocks and mount our steeds...

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In the land of laundry, I search high and low,
for missing socks - wondering where do they go?
Each morning, I search for a matching pair,
but...

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How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular

I have come swinging open...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room...

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Rasp-rasp, rasp-rasp, the saw moves up and down;
because coffins are built better by hand.
My young daughter watches in her pink gown;
to make sure that it's...

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Sock it to me Baby

He strut like a proud peacock in his crocs 
Green they were, worn with lime shocking pink socks
He asked for a...

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SUMMERTIME
 
Summertimes are spent in the orchard of apples and pears
The old wooden rope swing; all frayed, from over the years

Hazy days in the summer...

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Azaleas putting on spring frocks,
Bluebells holding up their heads.
Columbine blooming 'neath the sun,
Daffodils springing from their beds.

Everlasting's new in spring,
Fig Marigolds gaily attired.
Goat's Rue coming...

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Is Jesus in a box, hmmm…, let’s see,
Jesus in a six sided container? That’s hard to visualize for me.

Who’d put him in? Better yet, who’d...

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Lovely
little ladies
in frocks of colors bright;
tulips swaying in gentle breeze,
delight

6/4/15
For Sara Kendrick's Cinquain contest...

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Come 
with 
a 
smile, 
come 
with 
a 
wink
Come 
to 
the 
land 
of 
pink 
pink 
pink

Imagine 
yourself 
as 
a 
pale 
pink 
fairy
wearing 
an 
earring 
that's 
a...

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