Long Flounces Poems

If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When...

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Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the...

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Now I’m Yorkshire peasant stock
I sup ale instead of drinking wine
And I tend to nosh my scranny
Not sit down proper and dine

There’s a restaurant down our street
Not really for the likes of me
Attendants to park...

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I listen to the screaming, squabbling, slapping and the slamming
I am perched on the edge of their couch as a non-honored guest,
Refusing to buy into their circus. 
A child rolls on my feet but I...

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Marriage – our commitment for LIFE as husband and wife

It wasn’t a leap year when I proposed to you
But I'd got down on one knee,  as it’s traditional to do!

We organised and paid for...

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April first drives up in a new Lamborghini,
Everyone knows it is one of her foolish tricks
She will be driving a beat-up pickup farm truck
In thirty days, when time comes to start the planting.
April, she flounces...

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Fancy

Fancy rushes by in silk dancing shoes,
Stars within her steps,
All plumes and feather boas 
Leaving clouds of spangles, bits of sparkle,
Floating in the air -
Trails of rainbow ribbons,
Sequins grinning as she passes,
Ignoring glares of mauve...

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Persephone’s Finger
By Sy Roth


It wormed its way to the surface.
Pointy finger tested the air, 
Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance 
Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above,
Shaming the heavens for what lies below,
Marking its inky darkness
While the...

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The Stately Iris Flower

Bearded irises are tall and stately in form
They grow from rhizome sculptured leaves through a storm
Standing stiffly upright or curving at the tips
A swollen stem where nutrients are stored at the hips
Spring...

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Joyful red, yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, silver and blue.
I am looking at the drops and dollops of beautiful paint, pretty too.
On my hands, lots of places, especially at the tip.
I am a messy painter,...

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Winds
raged as 
fires glowed in
small frowzy shacks
that strange Georgia eve an angel was born.

The sky proclaimed that lives would re-arrange;
with Joy’s first cry,
the tempest
changed to
calm.

Warm 
Zephyr -
spring magic -
arrived with Joy.
Her laughter was kindling for...

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That little girl in the picture was never me.
I was always this body
but you hid me.
under pink flounces and
was hidden by the universe’s cruel joke
puberty.
I was always this brain
locked with a red satin bow. To...

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I wonder what I’d find if I could decorate my mind 
a tiny peach plaster to heal the hurt of acts unkind 

There’d be lots of sunshine yellow swirls to brighten up the day
and numerous...

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Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes...

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N ow as I am gazing through the tunnel I see light
E ach day getting brighter before the darkness of the night
W ith spring around the corner she is bursting to ignite

B lossoms dressed in...

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Who is under that hat we wondered as she disembarked.
I had never seen such a contraption that was so not easily parked.
It was feathered and fluffed, with flounces that said United Nation. 
Had a mind...

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Peasants of the Playbook

You’re peasants of the playbook
Yet you think you know the reason
For the failure of the team
That does the best it can this season

And, massing in the mews
You’ve raised the mewl to a...

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Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress.
It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress.
She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest.
Her collie, Labrador and Scotty...

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Nyla has a style all her own, she flings and flounces.
She whirls a truth others do not understand or know.
I am gob-smacked by her confidence and her determination

I know you do not get your flair...

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(after a drawing by Ghirlandaio)

We see that it was dashed off in a trice,
without a trace of reticence or nerve.
The contrapposto thigh, the shoulder’s curve,
are perfect. Nothing wasted.  All precise.
And yet it has the...

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They mourn wisdom not yet learned
It flounces from their grasp, withers
Away in the solar wind it burns
Itself in the remnants of

What once was a beautiful mind,
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
In this instanced reality
Parallel our...

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Have you seen cards gone wild?
What is it?
An art show
No. Is it good? 
Is it ever!

I take my friend and she is enthralled.
Entranced, enthusiastic, excited.
I try to drag her out of there
But she has fallen...

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Scraps of lumber, a touch of paint,
with love, became a home.
To the smallest of the birds,
that to our yard would roam.

In his basement workshop,
Grandpa would spend hours.
With his hand saw, brace and bit,
no use of...

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Her assorted sprinkled ethnicity
Delighted the maid named Felicity.
Romanian or Mexican? They’d guess.
She truly did not know, I must confess.

Abject beauty kept so many intrigued.
She could get us all the free food we’d need.
Eyes flashing with...

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