Foppish Poems | Examples

Southee serenade

Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..

Flitter finessing leathery fruits..

Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..

Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…

Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..

Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..

Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..

Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..

Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..

Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity.. 

Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..

Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..

Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…

Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…

As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'

Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..

Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…

Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..

With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend

Critterature: A Zebraic Conundrum

...or Yipes! Stripes!

The zebra lives in Africa
On the plains of the Serengeti.
Though often foppish and vain,
He doesn't complain
'bout his place in the alphabet.
He leads a fairly innocuous life
With few, very minor, distractions,
And when tourists come to "ooh" and "aah",
He's one of the major attractions.
There is one vexing question, though,
That keeps him up at night:
Those stripes of his, are they white on black,
Or are they black on white?

The Fs Have It

fondue's folksy fiendish foolish fiery Phoebe
fondly followed foppish fish foraging fibster Fee
ferocious foggy falls focus folklore fancy-free
fifty-fifty finnish fish foisted fiddle faddle fantasy
foolhardy footprint festered foofaraw foxy
feuding French fowls feverishly fighting fibster fee
fortunate footstools fostered finished folksy Phoebe
folly of finding feverishly fertile f-words is forever up to me.

We Have Had Enough Fires

A summer’s morn, dark skies, forlorn.
Burning, smoking, California cities, this August morn,

Our state with illegal, infected people overrun.
We think the virus is just plain fun?

Mad as a hatter, Governor Newsom calls now
for Afghan refugees?
And what.......to live in beauteous tent cities. where 
crime lurks.....what a pity!

Hope Californians recall this madman and foppish 
immoral jerk!
With greaseball hair and his insidious,eternal 
brainless, eternal  smirk!


                        8/18/2021
                        10am PST

Oh, I Forgot

I forgot I belonged to God.
He is my only Master, not worldly
foppish clowns.
My allegiance, to no human is owed.
Just to Him, who gave me life and an
eternal soul.

Can people harm me, oh yes, indeed.
But I can overcome anything with heed.
Do not kiss feet of humanity, they are
not gods.
Yet you continue to adore, cynical, vicious clods.

The human body by him was made.
Not by humans, lying in the shade.
He chose you to beautify this earth.
With His words,not being avoided in
your verse.

The human body deserves respect!
On Hollywood's list or Netflix, of this,
They reject?
Times can be sane again!
If you do not support them..I ask each 
of you, when?

Vindictiveness, in blogs here do fly.
Arrogance, darkening poetic skies.
We can be better than this.
Uplifting others, instead of killing them
with words by our poetic wrists. 

                 1/14/2021
                  ~6-

Beau Ideal

Nectared graces overwhelming must 
Underline your pulse-halting charms;
Utopian opal spelt by honeyed terms,
Resistless pearl cased in mortal dust. 

Fair-miened nymphs kings did melt;
But such sly vixens, like old Phoenix
Acing artful Death's ambrosial tricks,
Would find your rig a conundrum yet. 

Dead fancy's fairy in gowns of wool,
Would vote this trim flawless figure
Finer than fiction's gildings meager;
Nature’s art unsullied by apish tool. 

Nor would pageant-lauded beauties,
Though posh their foppish styles be;
With roses laureled in limitless glee,
Dim this time's own queen of cuties. 

Where lurks this sure paragon high,
Beauty-capped acme of poets' tales;
Yet glamorous and unbeaten in vales
Of breath and death where jewels lie?

Feasting On Poetry Ultimate Delicacy

Today’s poem is a juicy pork chop
The next one that skates by is a foppish cod fish
Each delicacy and dessert separate in their own way
Living their own truths.

Yesterday’s poems were chocked with
Faeries and dainty crisp white daisies
I have less control of this than of myself
They prance to their own harps

All I know is if I do not capture it
When it flits by in its gliding pretty pattern
it has no motivation to return.
I have yet to retrieve a wild missive
Which I neglected to pay attention to yesterday

Frantically Fruitful Freshly Free

Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
	
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled fathomably frosted filly fibs flitting,
Fashionable forcefully fanatical farmhand fuzzily fretting.

Fun-loving, flippant foolhardy fivefold finger’s foghorn.
Fooled fellow’s fervent fleecy foppish fire fuzzily forlorn.
Fantastical fanged frolicking fishy fuzzy fickle frills.
Fixes froggy’s fanciful fanned fox figs from freezing Frankfort.

In Me I'M

in love
the foamy wave kisses
the wide breast of beach

for the wave of extreme youth,
ravenous crow is a beauty

for the rainy season
rivers walk showing her virginity

a lie is a truthful message
if the liar has sovereign power

ignorant is a wise man
if he has money and power of govt.

foppish writer I'm the wonderful
in the scarcity of wisdom

in me
hardship begets the ease
true hate begets the love
love is the name of change the self
true love is the knowledge of self



-December 01,2019 Chattogram

You

Me for you, your foppish dandy,
  And me to listen, as you talk.
But I do doubt, I’ll be handy,
  Even to take you, for a walk.

Why love for me, you say you’ll give,
   But mine for you, is still wary.
And I’ve learned, that love is to live,
   Yet live I won’t, for ‘tis scary.

Even now you don’t understand.
How I could leave with an empty hand.

Aware of Ripe Palm

Thirst for shadow in the scorching summer 
Ripe palm fruit calling new foppish eater 
Crows flying and sitting, 
Making nest in twig's bin 
Passing by this tree, bald man in full fear!


-May 15, 2019 Chattogram




////palm = Asian Palmyra palm fruit////

Affability and Amiability In Your Agility

Wear no long face
When storms rage in your space
Flying and crying you out of place 

If you do
Like a cow you’ll moo
Shooting and hooting at the crew

You claim to train
With foibles you can’t restrain
With lower standards you strain

In muscles, corpuscles and bustles
Indulging in hustles
Egging you to tussles

You hardly believe worthwhile
Embracing a foppish lifestyle
As you claim to care for the poor for a while

Sneaking a surprise or a dose of gloom
When for the sake of the lake of doom
You elevate and fete misfortune in the room

That denies you peace of mind
When pride drives you blind
To become and grow unkind

Until an invisible hand
Teaches you to take an accommodating stand
In circumstances denying your pride the grandstand

That sinks the last nail
To administer a master class manicure the fingernail
Shining and gliding far better than the snail

You’d rather blessed and caressed humility
Stretching and fetching from your life adaptability
As you strive to promote amiability and its agility.

We Feel Real When We Steal Our Last Breath

Drown not in yummy yesterdays, seize the breeze of today
While intuitive initiatives aplenty beg to be taken
Into your stride if only ears and eyes should every Saturday

Strive to debunk myths of dependency on mistaken
Opinions on dominions of double tongues that drag
A train of ambiguity in an ambience meant to weaken

The resolution wrapped in rapid reflections to brag
Flagging fortunes, sagging sagacity and overt
Vanity and inanity driven beyond conjecture to mug

Denial of pain, create a drought from a flood to assert
Infatuation in a situation where habituation lives
In cycles of woes and wonders interwoven to insert

A full stop at the commencement of a move that gives
Death to joy, fill moments with frowns that down
The motive to live, elevate the motive that forgives

Risible reasons why we play the corny clown
Defend duplicity, caress cash and crash a crown
On limbs of love, cut off our noses, bruise faith
Feel foppish and seal deals that steal our last breath.

For Get Me Knots

Surrounded now by wreathes and satin sheets
awash in tears like crystal coursing down
your ivory visage stirs thoughts of Keats,
the onyx black of ringlets 'bout your brow
amen, but that was then, and this is now.
Tonight in forget-me-nots, you'll be crowned
with all the foppish roses thrown to ground.

Forget me now, adorned in widow's weeds
an angry form forlorn for you have gone;
recall me when your touch filled me with need 
amongst blue flowers in a summer's field
as first love bloomed and passion was its yield.
Small tokens, these, the blue forget-me-not
to anchor you to me upon that spot.

And, when I close my eyes in daily prayer
an image comes of life and loving days;
smiling, but blue, I'll dream and you'll be there;
touching my cheeks, kissing my eyes ablaze,
and death's cold hand will vanish in the haze.
In ecstasy not angst will we sojourn 
as from the gates of heaven you look on.

The Circus

Come the foppish, come the fine.
Come the fancy drinking wine.
Come the lowly, come the poor.
Come the beggars beg for more.
Come the crooks, come the thieves.
Come the lurkers under eves.
Come the kings, come the queens.
Come the royal finer beings.
Come them one, come them all.
Come the masses held in thrall.

Come to the circus, the young and old.
Come to enjoy since time untold.

Come the dogs, come the cats.
Come the high flying acrobats.
Come the jokers, come the clowns.
Come the painted smiles and frowns.
Come the strange, come the freaks.
Come the things which no one speaks.
Come the daring, come the brave.
Come the feats the people crave.
Come them large, come them small.
Come the performers one and all.

Come to the circus, the women and men.
Come to amaze time and again.

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