Best Fronted Poems

Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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Going on a tram to Lattes*,
the tram rails winding this and that,
but first, Montpellier was seen.
Tall buildings, cream and white,
and the sight of seagulls
near bright...

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Zebras are stripy I’m sure you can see,
Yaks chewing cud as slow as can be, 
X-ray tetra in the aquarium are seen,
Warthogs with curly, white...

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Ho, ho, ho! 

There is this well written article, the link which I gladly give down below,
It is a most beautifully written anecdote of a...

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In the sitting room by the wall stands
Great Grandfather's pride and joy
The glass fronted mahogany bookcase
Scratched and worn, but still majestic
Housing beautiful old books
The choices...

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In Texas, we measure time with a cow’s height
the calf, the heifer, the yearling, the cow, 
the calf, the bull, the steer, the steak. 

In...

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We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By...

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A tiny little surgery garden so charming and attractive
with its shrubs rooted by garments, gold, timber and fish.
Lush tropical Islands, stretched by
lengthy, sweeping fluffy white...

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LOSS

A tree came down in our front yard,
I’d never noticed it ‘til now,
Its rugged trunk, its ragged bough
Had kept the sun from shining hard.
It was...

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Tall terrace housebow-fronted windows
Opulescent green lined walls silk paper
18th century  French  marquetry  pattern
Glowing dressing  table  walnut  veneer
Smoked salmon kisses...

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Kobey is a Diamond, who despite his verbal trials
Got taken to a courthouse, for he baulked at dingos wiles
He lost his rag, he'd grabbed his...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding...

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detangling figurative philosophical,
     (i.e. ineffable) thread tightly bound
most likely requires a greater capacity
     (than mine) to expound,
considerably...

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As we headed with the shadows
Along the primrose path
You were bemused, you were afraid
You were alone
You let to live along with those
humanoids from the deep
Cursing...

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Persona

She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover
all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara
made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate...

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