Of all the phases,the best phase of life
Although you try,can not out wipe.
The little toes,the little fingers
Some are dancers,some are singers.
The innocent creature, with ego and fear
Knows no sins,enjoys,plays,ready to cheer.
Dearest to mother, yet open to all
Eager to explore, after every fall.
Enjoys the company of dear ones
Jumps into adventures,missing no chance.
Childhood days and childhood years
The fancy characters of child,every parent bears.
The snapshots of childhood memories stay forever
The years lived then...return never.
For truth you reminds me of the world I once forgot
You dances with my thought and it wearies me a lot
I wish you were real and feel your closeness
Yet I chose you because you dont fake your loveliness
I abandoned the world of reality to dance with you
In drizzle of a rain or storm untill the skies turn blue
I feel untrivial of your fairness like a blossoms of cherry
And by the twilight I'd love to part our glass of sherry
I forgot- you are all fancy and waits you by the shore
Yet I feel your presence and glass of sherry; we part nevermore
Nancy the fancy witch was featured on international TV
everything matched; she was ultra- talented with a capital Tee
Tonight she was featured with pumpkins she had painted up
In apricot and pink stripes, they were unbelievably pretty said Hup
Hup is my cousin who has a crush on Nancy, thinks she is fine
To me her quintessential painted pumpkins crossed a dangerous line
Now everyone would want to paint pumpkins, no one would carve.
That irritates me also, said my uncle Big Marve.
Topped with terra cotta- tiled roof
the house stood on a hill with pine trees,
partly covering it from view,
with its turrets opening like watchful eyes.
Rumor runs, at night from there,
people hear strange wailings.
Scoffing it as the weird fancy of crazy minds,
eager to prove the irrationality of it,
one night I ascended the hill,
leading to that cozy mansion.
As I paced faster and came closer,
the house looked so imposing
with a wide yard and a porch
surrounded by ornamental railings
with a winding driveway
lain with marble squares
and leading to the entrance
Close to the house but safely distant,
I noticed a narrow pit hidden among shrubs
Nothing was unusual about it.
I walked round and round.
Couldn’t see anything to rouse suspicion.
When I was about to leave,
as a proud victor after a thorough search,
I saw a skeletal figure emerging
from the pit and rising into air wailing.
In horror, as I looked on,
like a bird, on the pine branch, it did perch
and soon shape shifted into a man.
Fancy or Fact, never looking back
I took to my heels as fast as I could.
FILIGREES OF FANCY-:-
provocative
myriad
exquisite
contemporary
elegance
in ROOTS OF YESTERDAY
unforgotten
flourishing
aesthetics
visually
reiterated
with EXPRESSED ENTHUSIASM
overwhelming
matrix
strands
finding
reappraisal
we had never seen such a fancy, schmancy, gorgeous witch.
She is a siren, look at how her hat has a magical pitch.
This was told to us by a jealous crone with ugly teeth.
Her brain was full of worms, said my cousin Keith.
They were terrified of the gorgeous witch named Belle.
She was a siren witch, born six states away in a pumpkin dell.
Because she was a foreigner, they said mean things about her.
She was nice to me, so she became my friend for life, said Burr.
Burr made up her own mind about people and witches you see.
Others’ ideas and prejudices had no influences on her choices.
She liked siren witch, and talked her praises to Bree, Catty and me.
The only ones not convinced were two cousins, both Joyces.
They never gave anyone new a way to get into their clique.
Judging people upside, downside, their thinking distorted and thick.
She’ll always be a newcomer; we’ll never let her in they said.
These two were as welcoming as a corpse that had been overfed.
Nothing is better than having friends drop in unexpectedly.
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Being so much alone
While a pretty figure appears
Thought you had find a crown
Hunt to cement partial fears
Between together
Or gone forever
And to never give a thought to be as we are
Choose to be in love
Fears to cease the shame of rejection
Better being told and turn a mere laugh
Than get burnt a cookie via affection
Useless is a vow
To which you do not bow
And meet up no matter how
Reality of the heaven
The confusion of the earth
Tugs the dream to share in even
Renting the reason to kiss noble breath
Jug the love
Move hastily in wave
And tie no reason counts gold to enslave
Dictation of being
Designation of mind's views
Do not guarantee foreseeing
Yet free off visiting the blues
When love is true
All your partners' faults enough a clue
For both to become anew
Fancy flights erupt
from candlelight encounters
in the cozy nooks
where books await curious
seekers of new adventures.
Quilted woman’s dwarf man showed off his duds
Some of his co-workers sounded like Elmer Fudds.
They were jealous of his outfit, make no doubt.
Some went home angry, others gave a little pout.
I am a fancy talker
I could talk and make you feel good
Mind you I am not a motivational speaker
But can galvanize you into action
In both negative and positive ways
I could talk you into a world
That only exist in the imagination
I could talk and you feel your Situation change instantaneously
I could talk you into a decision
That you will regret all your life
I could also talk you smoothly into your breakthrough
Therefore eat with me armed with a long spoon
And be weary of me when I talk to you
And choose wisely so that you can live
I mean live life in abundance!
oiled walnut desk
ornate fancy vintage
gift from a great aunt
a hundred years old
too small to be utilized
homes gorgeous landmark
Fancy gowns and jeweled baubles
The age of dancing shoes and glamour
Grand ballrooms at full capacity
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
fancy schmancy corgi Nancy
Dressed all up, and acted prancy
with floral tattoos on her pretty hips
she paraded around in bleeps and blips
Who does she think she is? Asked Bean.
She is the queen, she is the queen.
Nancy nodded, her fur all bright with gleam.
Her parents smiled, she was their sunbeam.
Hello Indiana,
You beautiful like Ariana
Do you smoke Marijuana
It feels nice like you in Havana
Could we be like Dolce and Gabbana
Imma turn you into a star like Tatiana
Take you for a trip in the Savannah
I go make your dreams come true like Hallelujah
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