Best Primly Poems

A scarlet tanager sits primly on the rail
Of the new fence erected near the meadow,
He eyes me stroll as I take in every detail
The path to the woodland is rather narrow,

Infrequently used, it is rapidly overgrowing
I am brushing against the yellow yarrow,
As hottest of summer...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I yawn. Bad move.

Could you demonstrate this on the board, Caren?
Out...

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Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere. 

“I visit my garden each morning 
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found 
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a...

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So polite. Wearing gloves. And hats. Hair in Easter colors.
Church ladies; prissy, smiling, crackling in their perfumes.
Flowered dresses, sitting primly on the hard wooden pews,
Singing in loud overtones songs they have known for decades.

Smiling at the Easter bonnets, and the tiny white lace gloves
Worn only...

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BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru 
Madre de dios -  que Madonna!  With eyes afire from the...

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for my mother

In a photo jaundiced with age, you kneel 
on a sidewalk somewhere in time and space, 
when I was in the time and space
in the place before we're born. Daddy's girl, 
doomed daughter, your distant look, 
chin in hand, a shawl around your...

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With Ma Lil Nude Dill

one bilabial fricative smacking
     tongue thrusting (lizard like)
     indefatigable prelapsarian
     Garden of Eden dwelling primate
     doth pine with two lipped treating zest

for Eve fun juiced...

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I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab 
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammers her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses 
primly perched upon her nose.

Accident-prone, she barreled
through the library like Grant 
attacking Richmond,...

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I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab 
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammers her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses 
primly perched upon her nose.

Accident-prone, she barreled
through the library like Grant 
attacking Richmond,...

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RAZZLE—DAZZLE ROSE

Cherubic piping of baker’s icing,
Rose petals: pink, yellow, orange, purple.
Satisfies iris of my inner soul.

Panache yellow, flickers, flashes mine eyes.
Tangerine tropical juice primly squeezed.
With romantic swoosh, kissed, by pink pursed lips.
Light stroke of purple blend from Kincaid’s brush.

This hypnotic beauty, a prized dayspring.
The sun...

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Grandmother and grandson,
their faces cast so profoundly 
from one mold,
or is it the struggles shared
that have left the same
clefts and furrows
on both?

Sunday visit in Tim Horton's;
She, primly sipping Iced cap
He, hungrily scratching Lottery tickets.

Never looking at 
the other's face,
each too busy
quietly, yet impatiently 
auditing the...

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Three women friends, riding in a golf cart, an arboretum journey.
The sky was overcast, the mood jubilant, we were ready for fun.
A reverence and sacred silence met us as we entered the park.
There were ten different gardens, named, with plaques.
Daises and bleeding heart, stood proudly...

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Daring the tigers to toss her aside
To flay her open, and eat her hide
She sat prissily and primly, happily too.
Planning to take these tigers out of the zoo.

The tigers got wind of it and threw her over the wall.
They liked not having to hunt dinner,...

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Two serious girls with long dark hair.
Enter the school office loudly and proudly. 
Their voices are shrill.
Their eyes are huge.

They are half carrying a classmate.
He is their charge, and they are taking this job seriously.
The girls do all the talking as they drag him 
Past...

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A pristine pink petticoat prissily pranced priggishly and primly.
A prideful prima donna prisoner of Peggy’s prideful preteen
promenade....

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