George asked for a date,
supposing I’d wait
all day.
That morning at eight
I stood by my gate;
oy vey!
He called and said, “Mate.
I’ll be really late.
OK?”
His mate? I said, “Hey,
your style’s not the way
for me.
I’ll go to the bay
and find my friend Ray.
Then we
on jet skis will play.”
(Ray’s gay I’d not say.
Hee hee.)
Ray’s such a sweet pea.
We laughed with such glee,
then ate
buffet near the sea.
I sure wish that he
were straight!
But some things can’t be;
I stay fancy-free.
That’s fate!
(sure hope I did it right this time. My Virelai "Blue" was not done right)
March 28, 2023
For the Write Me A Virelai Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
fancy free, fate,
Form: Rhyme
Footloose and fancy-free
All eight feet and not so sweet
That sneaky spider's bitten me
What a wild web to weave-
I never saw him... but believe!
I should've worn gloves,
ole' silly goose
I didn't know that IT was loose
I got a bite from a brown recluse!
Today I'm feeling a little bit better
And writing my poetry friends this letter
If you go through boxes in your shed
Heed my warning of spider dread!
I've stopped my task I can't get done
Now dealing with this spider fun
Tho', I'd rather have fun in Disneyland
Than fight infection in my hand!!
Categories:
fancy free, insect,
Form: Rhyme
words hover through the air like music
the good the bad and the ugly
selected meticulously
to strike a chord
a mood
send a message
deep from the heart
meant to drive home a point
reach out to express to share a longing
in a whim committed thoughts
to paper lined in images
shared in a poem
rhyme
or be it fancy free
playful muse of the day
experimenting crafting words
game of wit or pageantry of emotion
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on November 29, 2019
Categories:
fancy free, freedom, muse, music, poetry,
Form: Shape
Down here you will see
The remains of Fergus McKenzie
Who wanted to live fancy free
Mrs. McKenzie didn't agree
A funny epitaph poetry contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
9/12/18
Categories:
fancy free, death, grave,
Form: Epitaph
FANCY-FREE Etheree
Me
in glee
like bird, bee,
sky-gazing tree,
restless waves on sea,
flowers with beauty.
Breeze blows, rain falls, makes merry.
Always running being fancy free.
Marriage arranged by friends and kin, naughty.
Never attending my wedding party.
05/25/17
Categories:
fancy free, appreciation, nature, nice,
Form: Etheree
On the theme of fancy-free
I’ve no rules attached to me
Can write of nonsense if I choose
Or use a hippo as my muse
Can write all day or not at all
Or script about a bar room brawl
It’s fun to sometimes play the clown
With no constraints to weight me down
Categories:
fancy free, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I can’t get close to people,
I’m fancy-free.
I hide in the shadow of the steeple,
for eternity.
I see the world from my peep hole,
as my own VIP.
My brain is as sharp as a needle,
Yet my soul has abandoned me.
Categories:
fancy free, destiny,
Form: Lyric
Footloose as a child I played games
dancing barefoot in the rain
shoes were only restrictive pain;
too soon I grew
baring everything I was taught and knew
life and friends were a parting few remembered true.
Today I'm older wiser
given to memories lost advisers
with responsibility rising like a geyser;
taking hold of life
in face of reality's spite
surpassing the journey's strife.
In time I suppose
I'll slip into more easy repose
and breathe in all taken and chose;
letting fancy free
be the surviving part of me
missed in youth drifting on the open sea.
For the time being
I'll love and laugh at all I'm seeing.
Categories:
fancy free, life,
Form: Rhyme
It's so good to be fancy-free,
To just be me.
I sit beneath this big oak tree
Drinking wine, writing poetry.
No one to tell me, "Hurry up!"
I drink my wine in a coffee cup.
No one to tell me, "Shut up!"
I say what I please, I stand up.
It's good to be footloose
Without my neck in a noose.
Maybe I'm chunky in the caboose
But I know how to turn on the juice.
So take it from me,
Get yourself free.
Lose the noose.
Go naked and footloose!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: May 24, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
fancy free, freedom,
Form: Monorhyme
When I was fourteen I was bored with me.
The older boys had an eye for the girls,
The younger ones still played marbles, you see,
And I was stuck 'tween the games and the curls.
My grandpa is a wise old man, thought I.
So I asked him what a young boy should do.
"Hear the wind,my boy, could that be a sigh?
Follow the hawk, see the world from his view."
"Let your senses lead you to anywhere -
You will not be young and carefree again.
It is called 'fancy-free' and you should share
This time with body and soul like all men"
I heard his words and let my spirit roam.
"Fancy free" took me away - brought me home.
5/24/2017
For Fancy Free Poetry Contest for Julia Ward
Categories:
fancy free, childhood,
Form: Sonnet
footloose
fancy-free
wish to be
so carefree
not in the cards
for me to my dismay
never was one so free
its not in my DNA i fear
to be such a one
Categories:
fancy free, age,
Form: Lyric
FANCY-FREE INNOCENCE
fancy-free with poetic slippers,
zoetic zephyr on tippy-toes.
a ballerina schemes in untouched colors.
words pop, revive,
undaunted,
untainted.
streamers of ink with charismatic truths,
crown of free spirit, unfeignedly pulsating.
a poet whose heart glows in the dark -
an enigmatic spark, she’s a blue flame.
she’s like the teasing wind that rustles the wheat.
the virgin flame dances through black and white.
her full skirt flaunts a dynamic rainbow halo -
this enchanting paradigm, gypsy of paradise.
her hem never touches the ground,
hypnagogic hues transcend the soul.
Does the poet surrender her fancy-free innocence
to authority’s chains that long to claim her prize?
the autumn leaves, blow beautiful, o’er ground
she floats on zero gravity never landing.
5/22/2017
For Fancy Free Contest
Categories:
fancy free, courage, freedom, innocence, poetess,
Form: Free verse
Forever I had dreamed of my “Happily Ever After” scene.
As a child, I became Snow White or Cinderella in my dreams.
Never had I imagined living all alone and fancy free!
Childhood fantasies included lots of children and tire swings.
Yesterdays dreams were replaced; my future was yet to be.
Friends married and drifted away; education reshaped life.
Reality kept me busy without an inclination to party although I was fancy free.
Eventually, biological clock ticked fast; then, came marriage, children, and more children!
Each day, as a senior, rare free moments dream of being fancy free.
5/20/2017
Written for Julia Ward’s Fancy Free Poetry Contest
Categories:
fancy free, family, freedom, growing up,
Form: Acrostic
Oh! My lovely fancy of my costly drink
I can’t stay without you at evening
when my thirst stands at the thresholds of my desire
my footloose steps are uncontrolled to buy
though sometimes I have no penny I owe from my friends
they love me much I too them no doubt
I fly dream to fly to my exquisite regions of manifestations
pass my time of night as a king of the king
my fancy free style of living up to regular midnight
May 18, 2017
"For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest"
Categories:
fancy free, dream, funny, life,
Form: Verse
My fancy isn’t costly
though sometimes it can be.
I fancy this; fancy that,
or at the drop of a hat,
I’ll fancy things TOO fancy.
Since I’ve not got lots of money,
if too costly is my fancy,
I’ll just make do, because it seems
some things I want remain as dreams
while I keep living fancy-free!!
May 14, 2017
"For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest"
Categories:
fancy free, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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