Petunia is the plain little sister
who gets overlooked and passed over.
She’s not the pretty one,
always quiet and reserved,
not classy, fancy or graceful.
She takes backstage at every turn.
No games, no false pretenses.
She’s frumpy, floppy and flimsy.
Her scent is unrefined,
not confused with real perfumes.
She’s somewhat of an ugly duckling
but when the going gets tough,
we can’t help but admire
her tenacity when facing adversity.
Slow and steady wins the race.
She’s low maintenance, demure and bashful.
So reliable is her performance,
she’s been known to outshine competition.
Unpretentious and free from vanity
Yet, fact not known… surprise ~
petunia blooms are edible !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
frumpy, appreciation, flower, sister, strength,
Form: Free verse
My little sister loved to fraternize
So her newfound curves she just had to hide
Sis wore frumpy clothes
Nothing was exposed
Now, why were those naughty boys’ grins so wide
Categories:
frumpy, boyfriend, giggle, sexy, sister,
Form: Limerick
Inspiration yields to desperation
with each tick of the clock
underarms damp as the back of your knees
soiling even your frumpy frock...
Time is finite, you know it’s true
though it seems it’s out to choke just you
a thought races past, is it your last
~ an alarm goes off, the die is cast
Categories:
frumpy, anxiety, time, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Doris was dowdy, drab, and draggle-tailed too
Forever frumpy, frightened, a failure, at age thirty-two
Jaundiced, juicy-gossipy, jealous, and July jailed
Slovenly, slithery, shipwrecked, her moment had sailed.
Categories:
frumpy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
nanny goats eat grass and leaves of trees
wild mountain goats stand on rocks with ease
tiny pygmy goats know how to climb up trees
frumpy milking goats give product away with ease
long-eared goats look as weird as bumblebees
wonder if army goats do pushups from their knees?
Categories:
frumpy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
I used to be able to run full steam all day with little sleep
Now I can barely walk unless I have a little cat nap
because I still am a fitful sleeper at night, up and down
I once ran around my yard with my dogs
Now arthritis in my ankles has me ambling, slowly
I dream of walking fast, which I also did once upon a time
My vision used to be better than twenty-twenty
Now I cannot read books or magazines unless they are big print
or I keep a magnifying glass close by my easy chair
Sitting around watching TV was the last thing I would do
until ten years ago when I tore my meniscus
Now I spend a lot of time eating potato chips in front of the boob tube
I used to be clever and funny and fun
I do not feel that way anymore
I feel dumpy and frumpy
Do what you can while you are young
Fifty five is a lot younger than seventy-three.
You might as well know it now.
Categories:
frumpy, age,
Form: Free verse
I saw the picture and it definitely is not the same
Is it someone new?
It’s not what I saw in the mirror as I got ready for public view.
The reflection tells me, “Ok, not too bad.”
I’m old, yes, frumpy, but no reason to be sad.
I see a youthful spirit, fluffy, but not too fat.
I think of my age and remind myself that
People change, no one stays exactly the same.
My outfit is not trendy, but not out of style.
Sorta classic, as I see it, in style for a while.
Later, I see event pics posted online.
Who is seated in my place
And why is she so wide?
Her face is in profile;
It’s sagging and old.
It’s odd to think she’d be so bold
As to come out like that,
Wearing a top that doesn’t hide fat.
Her ponytail isn’t smooth,
And look at those chunky old lady shoes!
What was she thinking?
Did she even try?
And suddenly I realize and let out a cry.
She’s sitting with my husband.
Who could she be?
And then I notice sadly, the she
That is me.
~ Judy Bausch
Categories:
frumpy, age, angst, beauty, change,
Form: Rhyme
When she was young she was her own critic, bad.
She had a stormy face and tried to always be mad.
She thought her world was awful, and was determined to be sad
Now she is older, frumpy and grumpy, and in no way happy or glad.
Categories:
frumpy, emotions, feelings,
Form: Monorhyme
I crawled and stayed low as I could,
Wanted to be punished for being anything but good. No boundaries in place before I took a walk around the world complete in a block,
Never knew that being human meant being entitled to make mistakes and being a Christian meant worthy of asking forgiveness and sneaking a peak at the people you pass when you are walking isn't too much pride. I deserved everything I got that made me feel like , being a pathetic introvert just gave me the excuse to allow for my eccentricities. Flawed in more ways then one yet unable to pin point the most debilitating one, I chose being trapped in the body of some fat, frumpy whiter then white ill proportioned gal with an akward pigeon toed walk, unsure stare and a damaged heart left to stew in misery. I truly love harder then anyone I've seen...but I never say a w ok rd about it...just hope that someone feels it.
Rb
Categories:
frumpy, 12th grade, anger, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Freddy Farkle, fumbling forecaster for Forestville,
friggin' fudged Friday forecast....fair?!
first florid felicitous, falling flurries followed,
froze flowers, foiled!
faraway farmhouse, furrowing farmland,
frigid fanny, furious, frustrated,
frumpy, frazzled!
furry forest friends furnished flannel frock,
finding Freddy's fails funny, frivolity,
fortunately frequent fallible forecasts
found Freddy flying faraway,
fallaciously forecasting for fermented folks!
Categories:
frumpy, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Alliteration
forever fragrant flowers
freshly frozen French fries
frosty frigid French pie
frightfully frumpy frogs
F is frolicking, having fun
frilly frisky Frankenstein
freezing frivolous frazzled fried flies
fruitful frustrated frankfurter finches
fragrant frizzled frocks
Frisking friendly fruity F
flirty fleeting fishes
flaky, flashing, flaming flashes
flawlessly flagging flip-flops
floundering in fleshy, flaxen, fluff
Flamboyant F, flavored fruitfully
Categories:
frumpy, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Heroines fought battles, overcame
hardships to proclaim victory
Lena's sedentary reel, same same
Pristine paged humdrum story
Secure foundation led steadily wed
Chores' blur bolstered home
Wholesale whore for husband's bed
Battle liberated life bemoan
Pencil skirt vixens strut on television
Bold shoulder pads deception
Kids' Father ensured ample provision
Fed a fortress family protection
Frumpy comfort hot oven soap opera
Glazed gaps, glassed gorgeous
Razzmatazz Rochelle dating a doctor
Lena's latent longing engorges
27th June
Heaven for Heathens
Categories:
frumpy, anniversary,
Form: Rhyme
Blue bliss above shady shadows,
grand graceful tree where the leaves flutter fly;
crisp creeping and fragile frail,
precious prancing stuck to bramble branch !
Cling climb then gleeful glide,
frayed frumpy and soon decayed dead;
crushed crumpled then nascent nature !
____________________
May 15, 2023
Poetry/Verse/Allliterson/Nature's Way
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1547-568-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliterson
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 05/29/2023
Third Place
Categories:
frumpy, nature,
Form: Verse
The snail overseer is sluggish today said the ant.
Mouse and rabbit laughed at the worker’s rant.
He’s the first person you’ve complained about today.
Three unhappy snails ran the other way.
See what I mean? The ant groused, all grumpy.
Our new snail overseer is sluggish, lazy and frumpy.
That’s what he can’t stand, the mouse said.
I know, rabbit agreed. Ants work until they are dead.
Categories:
frumpy, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
We want all Democrats to behave
As though they truly and genuinely believe
In a True Democracy
Stop at once the nasty hypocrisy.
Oh! Let the republicans behave
Like they belong in frumpy old cans
Of lies, insurrections, nightmares, hooligans
And right-wing fans who crave and rave.
We want good and credible elections
Not biased and absurd selections
We want Real Democracy.
We want Justice, Freedom and Liberty
For all conscientious and legal voters
In power, we want truth tellers, not liars.
Copyright © October 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
frumpy, america, bullying, character, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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