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,...

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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...

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My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb, 
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a...

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There are goldfish swimming in the recesses of my dendrite pool.
They are flashing their tails and being ever so cool.
I am trying to ignore them,...

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Illustrious? Too sophisticated.
Advanced? Sounds too modern.
Awkward? Not in the mood yet.
Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring.
Will consider it for later though. Jotting...

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In my child’s mind a gumshoe sleuth detective 
that would be me.
Nancy Drew or Ms. Marple, invented by Agatha Christie.
Trixie Belden and Honey too, 
there...

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The heart of a lion 
The soul of a flea
The energy of a gnat
Please do not let this be me

Reaching into my junk drawer
I pick...

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If I could control my muse, things would be delightful
I could pretend that I care about the possibility of normality.
Trixie is a wild woman, a...

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I throw down poems onto a page, and look at them fondly.
Some glare at me, others take a swift bite out of my neck.
Trying for...

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Let us go chase some tail I say
So we all run into the yard
Screeching our truth 
Squirrels scatter

Now what? Trixie, my prissy muse asks.
Unamused by...

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We are dishwashers and bill payers, we have day jobs and night jobs.
Some of us are retired, I am not, because I know too many...

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I am sitting in hovel writing nothing 
For the hovel has taken every last drop of energy.
Hey, wait. Is that an ant?
An ant in the...

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I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting,...

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Beautiful Siren from a distant sea
Doctor Donovan wrote of their Mastery 
Aquatic, seduction enchants me…

Merman disguised the Light in his eyes
Sang the songs that a...

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Karma comes' quick
A friend I know,
Is a so n so,
Got married in the sixties,
Had a wife called Trixie,
And the venom started to flow.
He often said...

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