Long Curtsey Poems

It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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Typing teddies talk. Their furry hands have great speeds over keys. Perfectly adjusted to any form of typewriter, word processor, laptop and keyboards, or the modern computer touch screens. They work so well that Mr...

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Note: This is a long one. Just a warning before you start reading. : ) 


Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut...

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver...

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T0 Spencer Snyder, age 80

		Curtain Call    
He signed you for a starring role, with no time to rehearse,
None had played the part before, so no-one better or worse,
Been a long run and...

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Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.

ha! ha!

Tell me again about your big,...

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In Africa another day is born
At dawn
The optimist awakes
To a world that’s bright with receding night
Hope and promise of things new
A world where dreams come true

In Africa another day is done
At dusk with setting sun
The...

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so two deviant demented souls decided to fill a van with fertilizer and magically and tragically turn that mini-van into a mighty bomb, park it near a a building housing human beings and suddenly a...

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     Roads of gold and gates of pearl are thoughts solidified, finding resting place here, 
having been purified, first, in a trial by fire- 
in the bulwarked organ 
of love's pineal...

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Sitting striving seeping seeking salted sugary sweets. And when is a ham a melon? Never! Never! Cried the apples in the basket. Don't squash that cabbage it is actually abuse. Abusive acts from the ladle...

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Here I am
a feeble wisp of stale 
warm breath 
just about to kiss 
the crisp air at dawn…

I am a lonesome fickle thought 
drifting alongside a fluffy cloud 
thankful that I too 
get to be...

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A vivarium is neither a plant or an epic entry. Instead of entry-level why not try a bulbous flow? Why? Why is a  savvy question asked by a curved arched triangle whose speech is...

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A tablespoon is merely a tablespoon but not when placed on a table. It is merely an impediment of judgement to attempt to eradicate constitutional rights and beans jump very high when put in a...

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Turtle spawn can be placed very deep and vertical in glowing colourful beds. But Atlantic highways stuff their coffers with gold and thus adorn the paths created with magnitude of sparkly stench. Extra moving ignorance...

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Love is a pink fluffy blanket. Swimming in depths of hue then. Dramatically shimmering in a radiating shuffle dust. Light reflective beams gathers heat. From no bard nor board can this sensation ever be fully...

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An elephant can slide quite easily into an egg box but a piccolo finds it very difficult to get in and out of bed. Missionary meals making marvellous moonbeams. And the little turtle sunbathes near...

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WHAT YOU DOING ON THAT BARSTOOL FOOL?

Is that what it takes for you to feel brave?
And why can’t you simply behave?
Don’t you realize it’s transience you crave?
And why do you secret youthful beauty within a...

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The wagons are circled. The horses are tethered.  
Shadows lay stretched the full length of the day. 
Amid the aroma of canvas and leather, 
Stew pots tempt children who’ve come out to play.

A violin...

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Rose petals floated in the dusty air.
A few landed at my feet as I sat weeping,
remembering the playful way she teased me
on the day she painted the old picket fence.

"It needs to be painted," she...

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Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark...

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NOSECANDY SNOW

crack white
mojoblow
night flight
nosecandy
 snow

photographic 
eye chambers
capture it all
seizure lights
rainbow walls
nerves and veins
plumbed too raw
doubledecho voices
stealing authenticity 
shredding shades of sanity

Ferris wheels and Carousals
motion sick candy stick
black bile rises thick
ground navigates a
tidal slosh of
rise and...

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CUDDA     WUDDA    SHUDDA

I'M NOT CERTAIN WE EVER KNEW HOW
BUT I REALLY BELIEVED WE'D HAVE CHANGED THINGS BY NOW
WE'D SCRAPE AND RE-PAINT THE WHITE HOUSE TOWER
YEAH MAN, WE'D WIELD...

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New Rules for the Royals

By Elton Camp

Though Kate may become queen some day
To some she is required to curtsey anyway

For it is a mere commoner she used to be
She must defer to those born royal,...

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A rabbit and a currant had a race once up a very vertical hill. Upon arrival it was said to be the place of much dignified worship in many a tunnel. But thus was neither...

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**Please note, when reading this poem, 
it is meant to be an interactive poem.
So join in while you read it.***


Put your hands together and clap.
Can you bow or curtsey, like that?
Can you blink your eyes,
wave...

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