Long Flouncing Poems

Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest
3 poems alliteration, acrostic, and ABC poem together on one page.


Sunshine
Under blue skies
Naked flesh revived
Sensually stimulating
Hours become minutes
Intimate revelation of self
Nap included to ponder the view
Earth to sky

Fake falsies flash and...

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Never to Succeed

I wanted to be taken seriously,
And to be me,
I wore three-tiered skirts, flouncing
Blouses and I dreamed of being a dancer,
With a Spanish partner,
Tempted by music and art,
Winking at the moon,
With my outstretched arms,
Before...

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Who Runs This Home
      by Amy Swanson



You stare at me
warm topaz eyes
           so serene
      ...

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Flouncing flamenco style or doubling up for a pass a doublet is neither a right or a wrong in a semi colon in nightgowns. But trespassing on a land? Really? Who said? Hum. Huh. Disgusting....

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the deepest part of my heart has a key,
gulping and squeezed, with precious tears,
fears frozen with sweet memories, loving
cup that overflows — a blue-blue fountain
strumming in a garden with singing trees.
§
the secret garden of my...

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Men travel off the shore,
With one dress they can afford.
Ahooy is the song they sing,
With a rum they drink.
Accompanied only with a lunnete shaped,
Flouncing on Poseidon's crib.
In a chest a heart is buried.
Shreaded with a...

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“Curly girl: It's more than just hair, it's an attitude.”- Lorraine Massey.

With pretty ringlets in her hair,
a princess she appears to be.
Cute bows she wears give her such flair
with pretty ringlets in her hair.
With cheeks...

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Fall season is a favored time of year
when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer.

Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine
while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen.

A couturière flouncing haute couture,
adorning the hillside with striped hachure.

Rich gemstones...

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Maggie and me. Slamming down our
Photographed bug lunch pails
Reactions are fast. OOOH! OOOH!
We smile. Glad to see the other girls' reactions.

Those are boy lunch pails snotty Cathy says
She is prissy; we stick out our tongues.
Grin.
High...

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