Best Trixie Poems

So many possibilities parade up and down the perimeter of the page.
Some wiggle their petootsies at me; one sticks out her tongue.
Being super confident, adorable, and quietly intrusive is the rage.
The word LUCKY gives me an Eskimo kiss, making me feel young.

Lucky what? My muse...

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Trixie, my poetic muse,  shakes me awake.
The clock says 2:59 or 3:01, 
A.M.,  the witching hour.
The ending of a poem filters through the air.

Did I hear the last two lines or only the last line?
Inspired to capture what my mind has worked on
during...

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Dank club
Beasts' hub

Sleazy
Queasy

False smiles
Damp tiles

Lights dimmed
Eight-limbed

Client?
Pliant.

Tawdry
Bawdry

Creased notes
Fiend gloats

Cash gripped
Head dipped

Lewd song
Will strong

Gyrates
Primates!

All stare
Rent bare

Whistles
Bristles

Tunes cease
No peace

Rump pawed
Applaud

Defile
Fight bile

Soul stabbed
Clothes grabbed

Backstage
Does rage

Crushed dream
Tears stream

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* "Peppermint Panda" is a riff on a London-based 'Gentlemen's club'.


3 November 2017...

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Many years ago, I was in a down-heartened funk, after deciding to get a little bit drunk. 

Beer guzzling queens won’t tell you, but liquor tastes bad going down and coming back up is truly no joy.

Some will tell you how great drinking liquor makes...

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Nutter Butter. Almond Joy, Mounds Bars, and Cherry Mash.
Those candy manufacturers know how to name to get their cash.
We contenders scoff; we snicker and sneer.
The toymaker crazy idea brigade has just arrived here.

Someone throws out, Betsy Wetsy, Tiny Tears,  Shrinky Dinks!
The contest is on,...

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Curious cats and plebian pirates do not mix well.
When white skull and crossbones are flying lopsided.
Derelict dogs and wily witches try casting a spell.
My imagination is being ridiculously overexcited. 

My muse is throwing in damsels, dragons and robins gray
Along with Christmas tree ants and squirrels...

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Winged horses could not get me to do that 
She says to me with her nose stuck up.
She can be prissy when she wants to be.

Trixie is in obstinate mode
I try to reason with her 
But I am no match
For this particular strand of my...

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His muse was a dragon, and he told me Leroy was pushy.
I could not imagine he was any more challenging that Trixie.
Leroy will take me down and spit in my eye, he told me.
This was a bit more aggressive than Trixie, actually.

I brought Trixie over...

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One is on her way. 
I watch her glide by, as if she is a professional skater.
She does not glance my way.
You missed her! Trixie hisses.

Trixie is my muse.
Her hazel eyes are flashing. 
I sense she is angry with me.
I will get the next one,...

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It is three a.m.
The witching hour.
Trixie, my muse wants to play, do I want to sleep?
It does not matter.
My muse has me by the shortest nerves.
She is not letting me go either.
She loves to look up new words.
To sit with a Thesaurus in my lap.
To...

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Framp town graces ring a wrong
Rooh Dah Roo Dah
Gramp down laces sling a thong
Oh Roo Rah Ray!

My eyes pop open
I am disoriented
I stumble 
My knee hits a chair

It twirls
Finally reach the door
Hear Trixie my muse laugh
She loves waking me up...

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Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
 was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, 
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie dust called Big Pix.
She had come by the Pixie Dust...

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I had heard that the professor from Xanadu was a bit eccentric.
Try eclectic, pink kangaroo corrected me. I screamed for my muse.
Trixie did not arrive right away. She has a distorted sense of humor.
She teases me with weird creatures which do not belong in my...

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What kind of crazy whimsicality is this?
I mouth to Trixie, my muse.
She is wearing a red tutu, and has on gray striped headphones.
Dancing to some kind of bee bop music I dare not listen to myself.
It will be way too sexy for my ears.
Trixie’s hair...

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the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.

my muse laugh as she comes up with these lines.
Loving the colorfulness of the things that she finds.
The holy care rance.
The mole-y dare lance…..

She is lying on her back flat out, kicking her legs...

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