Best Pastiche Poems

ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE

I will pluck  Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so...

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Cloudy
Ominous display
Lowering, twisting, threatening.
Bleak, severe?            Gentle showers?
Refreshing, newness, refreshing 
Blue             sky
Sunshine...

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A maze of tall ascending fingers pierce the sky
Prominent and conceived as seeds
In someone's fertile mind
Crowded together packed in vertical line
That overshadow the pavement below.

Temples of finance and commerce
Amassed in concrete and reflective glass
As tiny moving dots like ants scurry and hurry below
Metal boxes of...

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She feels like chicken tonight
With Marmite toast
A welcome break
From green roast

A pound on the hip
You need to lose

 

Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra

Trigonometry 
Is her heart's desire 
And Shakespeare's prose

 

Squeeze your achnes 
And purchase a bra
Echoes in her ears
Your suitor 
In the parlour

The...

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Illusions,symbols of childhood,
coloured filled swathes of painterly
hues.A  private fantasy in slow
motion suspended in space.An
abstracted blur in flashbacks of
yesteryear,caught in a daydream....

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He
took his
day job home-
on a billboard 
scale

Ekphrasis after The Margin Between by Rosenquist...

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buttercup daisy 
   &
 cowslip

swaying pelts 
   of grasses 
bask in Spring 

purple vetch
      ribwort plaintain
lush clover
       in English rain
scalious burnets 
        ...

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PASTICHE
occasional
  startling
vivacity
  &verve
an
existence
  random
switching
  shuttling
about

immensely
 enthusiastic
&
gesticulating
 nsinuous
  nsuperficial
&melancholic

  contemplating
 a suave
astonishing
pastiche
  before
&
despite
either
austere
 feeling
or
modishness...

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It was the last order rush  
All full of fun and chat.
As the door swung wide
All turned to look at what.
He wore his hat pulled low
He wore his dark hair long
And his spurs jingle jangled
Like the rhythm to a song.
His leather chaps dragged
And scraped...

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It was the last order rush  
All full of fun and chat.
As the door swung wide
All turned to look at what.
He wore his hat pulled low
He wore his dark hair long
And his spurs jingle jangled
Like the rhythm to a song.
His leather chaps dragged
And scraped...

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The Lay of Sir Donald

(Or: Le Chanson de Donald)

An orange man – of red and trailing tie,
Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I!
Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he,
Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers be.
Brightly he barteth, and knows how, full well,
In sev’n-score characters...

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Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy

Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game

Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much

Chris plans the evening well,
standing under...

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