Happy Fantasy Poems

I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with...

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I am on a train above the clouds, a wondrous scene,
No panic stirred, just enchantment filled the air serene.
Faces, familiar yet strange, in clownish attire,
A...

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He loves me, he loves me not.
I can, but he cannot.
I'm the favorite, that much is clear,
I know he loves me, though he hides it,...

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Why Is it I take you anywhere you want to go , but you refuse to wash me
You leave me out in the cold all...

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A Buffed Male Body walks along the beach
A Female watch
Her eyes like a fishnet catch
Summer heat warmth in the urges
Sweat pouring down the male buffed...

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Dragon from the Emerald Isle loved to take notes said Snappy.
Research was something that made him wildly happy.
He studied constellations, dinosaurs, extinct animals and stars.
Taking...

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Dreams……
In your Dreams, what is it that you see when you close your eyes at night?
In your Dreams, are you alone? Is there a special...

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Asterism
that's how i can explain how we met
I'm no astronaut
but the stars aligned when i met you

Solace
is what i found in you
I've been happy all...

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I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm,...

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UTOPIA

It always was a pipedream
A state offering perfection
Maybe these days, a meme
Sent in the wrong direction

A world that appears ideal
All so happy, and at peace
But...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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If, into my future, I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive;
My mother left us at that ripe...

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Into my future, If I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive
My mother left us at that ripe...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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Something is missing…
Looks about
Wonders and thinks
Doesn’t think out loud

Start from the beginning 
Back it up, slow it down 
Think for a minute 
What is wrong...

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