Best Prima Poems

I
love
walking
at midnight
as moonlight shadows
dance on the inky blue ocean
and watch as they sparkle and shimmer like tiny stars,
pirouetting gracefully like prima ballerinas with the ocean...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled...

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He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color...

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Cinnamon and apple fill the air 

Scent of Gram's famous pie

Warm fire roaring in the hall

Music turned up for all to hear

"Vivo per lei da...

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    "Pinball Wizard"



strange sounds hypnotize from an ARCADE
challenging me to a dual escapade
silver balls wait in line
for fingers to opine
female transforms to...

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“Nothingness” 

Words 
lines drawn 
unending

dusk 
to
dawn

characters recognised
transcribed
in the mind 

where voices unheard
plant meaning
wild ivy grows 

and snakelike
moves 
outside the lines

electric 
we become strange
symphonies sublime;

engraved in...

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He's got a big ego,
he keeps offending people,
he scoops the same scoop,
and round and round we loop,
until the bubble pops
and the world sees him flop,
reject...

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Adorable QuiQui

A green-feathered, yellow head beauty,
that’s my prized pet parakeet, QuiQui.
Even when she’s often crabby and snappy,
she succeeds in making me extremely happy. 

QuiQui loves...

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Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams
Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms
This is just me, and myself

There are people      ...

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blue jay in the yard
boisterous and beautiful
prima donna act



May 9, 2020...

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Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple, 
Give yourself over to Her night.

Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of...

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Those poetic,Prima Donna poets, who ignore 
you!
Oh, dear! They are here alright!
But you are insignificant, so they take their
arrogant flight.

How dare tthey not comment and...

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She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three
but I stand and applaud when she dances for me.
Eloise, my granddaughter is such a...

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Elizabeth Marie Tall Chief
bigotry gave her grief
failing health, unsteady,
she railed, “Get my swan costume ready!”...

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*prose was six lines when posted.

STOLE HER HEART TOO

A golden feather, shaped like a heart - the point like a prima donna’s ballet toes. Spoiled...

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