Frippery Poems - Poems about Frippery

... To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned.. That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingl......

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...drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically s......

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...drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically s......

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...Everything I buy to touch or taste is made in China, made in China leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste is made in China, made in China. From my pencils to my stencils to the golden lo......

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...Push me in the door once more. Scrub me for the alter. Return me to the sacraments, the rituals, the wafer and wine. Place me, dazzled among votive candles, that are such fat bones for the ......

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...Who says I am small to lead and reach a Goal, rain or shine, I walk tall by my actions led by my Soul. I carry no frippery yet I shelter the tall, even in paths slippery I tread w......

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...A really wrong place for who must hide, All the roads leading to center wide… Where the sociable prays to be dumped, As he would never be skipped nor jumped… The opposite of periphery Of man......

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...He avoided florists, those over-cultivated blooms in their overheated shops seemed to be a perversion of nature. He shunned all those floral gangsters; the vainglorious gladioli, eugenically ......

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...thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness. strength constructs no homes (antithesis: if your house leaks then on swollen days in sullen seasons there is no home for you) there is endless r......

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... Who needs words of description?! Those are mere fillers of space, They are poets' addiction When they have nothing else to say. Adjectives just make me shiver - Shudder me with c......

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...P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art, H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart. A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,” N-ay to hear......

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...Push me in the door once more, scrub me for the alter. Return me to the sacraments, the rituals, the wafer and wine. Place me, dazzled among votive candles that are such fat bones for the w......

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...Upon my museum walls, pastiche you are, Pseudo piece of art dredging old memories; Where I hang now, a fine authentic painting— Love of my sweet dreams. You claim I once bloomed your ar......

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...Push me in the door once more. Scrub me for the alter. Return me to the sacraments, the rituals, the wafer and wine. Place me, dazzled among votive candles, that are such fat bones for th......

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...Ah Autumn icy wisps curling, twisting seek gnarly branches impatient winds flurry brown, red, yellow leaves gusting frippery off quivering trees stark proud beauty, naked, unadorned En......

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