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
surviving_pawn
.
there'z nuhth'n hot'r
there'z
there'z
okay okay
(mind ya)
i just received my
new prescription for
my progressive
len'ziz (sooo timely)
so
anywho
i step'd outside uv
my favorite water'n hole
and there were her'z (across thuh road)
her
pure white
soft star stud'd
lump'd up (where lips go)
panty's puff
REMORSING OF DEVIL
False promises and fancy talks,
You are narcissist and not God.
Fools try to make other fools,
Believing that they seem cool.
Dawn to dusk mind has a fight,
Perplex life and has no light.
Empty hands and filled eyes.
Dead man moving here and there,
Justice of cosmos is very rare.
Hurting heart and breaking belief,
yeah!!! you were right that you are cheap...
googly eyes
big silly grin
hello hello
let's have a giggle
let's you and me
get together and
have a laugh or two
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A delicate design, gently painted are white ink spots on each wispy wing
polka dots align her spine, O what a sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say, an insect with a marbled brown fringe ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array, iridescent cerulean and teal tinge
A thousand miles she will fly, against Fall's tender cool azure sky
golden rays her solar compass, to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end, up the coast where time she’ll spend
Vanessa flutters by, a painted lady, a butterfly
The spiritual world is not real
But psychological defence
I know it brings relief and heal
To a certain kind of extence
But I stand by formal reality
Forms make the content real
Otherwise no personality
Can appear and appeal
I don’t argue the fantasy
Its great to have some mysteries
But it’s a play of fancy
A comprehensive bliss
We quite enjoy and treasure
Still that desire burns
I need the formal measure
Another life of forms
That once have turned to dust
The same genes combination
Can it revive my past
Break through the circulation?
I’m tired of rituals to repeat
I want to make it clear
The only thing I need
Is time, when you were here
I’m dreaming of release
Its natural to think and say
Come down to me, please
And take me straight away.
Ruffly and pretty
in the colors of warm bliss
Windblown and silly.
Young, and with life, so giddy
Walled garden in the city.
To tickle my fancy,
I like places plain.
From fancy environments,
I must abstain.
The same goes for clothing
And housewares and food.
For anything showy,
I’m not in the mood.
I sometimes like funky
And whimsy is cool,
But gaudy or flashy
I would overrule.
I don’t want things boring
Or sterile or bland,
Yet there’s lots of room
Between tepid and grand.
I thrive in the middle,
For deep in my gut,
I’m far from a pedigree,
More like a mutt.
A kingdom that’s ruled by flights of fancy,
suddenly whimsical has been turned sour;
Peasants facing collective tragedy
being brought to life is leaving them dour;
Afraid to truly close their eyes and see
they all fight the same nightmarish power;
Squeezing into all that they have outgrown
will bravely boost up that childhood backbone.
A broom is a flight of fancy
at the witching hour
A machine gun uncased
in peril, it’s power
Waltzing Matilda
on the ballroom floor
Sweeps me away
~ with so much more
crystal chandelier
with multi-faceted prisms
glittering delight
too fancy for the likes of me
or the dislikes of me
too fancy for me but beautifully accepted
Pink fancy soap often left an unused scent sensation,
More or less aesthetic used only as a pink decoration
Upon the left back corner of the vanity mirror and sink.
experience expressed in a recent self portrait
Note: Spectacle free ( first time since 22 ) so a new SP of me for PS & thee
prancing unicorn with a fancy hairdo
your horn is pretty, and you are too
I feel you are a male, about twenty-two
a princess is looking for the likes of you
oh maiden, fair, I fear what you say is true
But I am excited by the look of you
I want to be friends with you Little Lu.
You have a smile that warms me true.
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
they put their earrings on one at a time
like the drag queen peacocks
and the flabbergasted flamingos
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
you can carry off glitz and glamor as well as they
even if you cannot fly up to the top of an oak tree
you can walk along the porch railing and crow
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