Long Fancy dress Poems

"go on" I dared myself
So I did
Booked an extra ticket for my Mum
"She'll love it" said my brain
"What if people break bones, you crash on the way, you forget the tickets, someone wears the wrong...

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True person .This was written for a friend about a lost friend. 
Last night I was provided with a list of everything that was 
to be used in the poem below, as a keepsake and...

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Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups

A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. And creases are...

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Soldiers marched, upright and ready
Bayonet's pointed, their hand at the steady
The town folk feared what was at hand
They were simple folks, working the land

The soldiers carted away those who could work
On trains they went, when...

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at first she did not want to attend the party

          was not in the bright mood for heavenly guise

       ...

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There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!

Pete and Sue are here, seems...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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[Contains - for effect - deliberate miss-spelling
and bad grammar]

That old pirate cave was a tourist attraction
The guide was in period dress
In old pirate garb and a well practiced script
This tale he would tell to impress…

...

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I’ve got a flat tyre.

Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.

Can you fix it?

Are you going to a fancy dress party?

I’m getting married, Sherlock.

Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.

Nigel, and I’m in a...

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All Stand

Here comes the President, of Our land, Our Nation. 
He is tall and smart, and speaks from the heart. 
Not always nicely. 
Not everyone hears him, some wish he would be quiet. 
Not everyone...

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A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whirlpools. How very stylish Madame de...

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It was the night before Christmas
Not a sound was heard
Except for the sound of Mods
Discussing the Foxestalk message board.

The subject was a Christmas party
Which happened every year
There was always panic among them
As the dreaded day...

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 (Kafkaesque) This is a Franz Kafka style poem 

All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt,
A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt,
Trumpeting flames reading Classics,...

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We're grouped together ready to party 
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two,...

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Some things you don’t know ... 
and you don’t really wanna

Certain information overload
can get tricky
Make you not trust your own eyes
Sometimes custom pants
might be a fancy dress in disguise

Better stay sober;
even still, it might be...

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I glanced up the road and was taken aback with what I saw.
I looked again and to my surprise, 
There was a troop of army guys coming down the road, all decked out in rainbow...

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Some things you don’t know ... 
and you don’t really wanna
Certain information overload
can get tricky
Make you not trust your own eyes
Sometimes custom pants
might be a fancy dress in disguise
Better stay sober;
even still, it might be...

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> My parents gave me advice. Of the dead only speak nice. Now if I heard right someone is being critical of Sir Terry Wogan, and that is not right. So as The Mad Author...

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Wispy, delicate tendrils of pink and purple shades
Float in orchestrated transformation across God's morning stage
A new day is awakening as the sun arouses from its sleep
Leaving behind the night slumbering in His Universe so deep
Waiting...

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Since I was, but a child, I loved frosting on everything. Frosting on cupcakes, cookies, and cakes. I would put my fingers in the frosting bowl or cakes, and lick  them off when mother...

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[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins...

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From a metre of cellotape one can actually fashion a spear. To fashion is neither fashionable nor cosmopolite it is merely to work an object into a work. And to work is to toil so...

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A funny thing happened on the way to my house.
Another balmy spring evening whiled away in the park,
Swinging through examination blues and unrequited crushes.
Those rocky teenage years!

Homeward-bound, my best friend and I,
Via avenues bowered by...

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You Just Can't Tell My Story-
(Glosa)


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
………….Maya Angelo

People look at me and
Feel they know...

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Above: Wystan in fancy dress
as a beetle -1912


Photographs of Wystan

One of the world's
greatest poets
in a pose, similar
to an Anne Gedde's baby
 
Balancing beetle antennae
his head at an angle
a satin suit padded to
emulate the chest
of ...

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