Long Frippery Poems

drought reigns supreme across much of the United States...,

where sorely needed precipitation
necessitates affected population
to perform a collective rain dance
(decked out in electronically smart frippery)
24/7 and 7/52 weeks a year
defies even the most adept meteorologists
(equipped with...

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drought reigns supreme across much of the United States...,

where sorely needed precipitation
necessitates affected population
to perform a collective rain dance
(decked out in electronically smart frippery)
24/7 and 7/52 weeks a year
defies even the most adept meteorologists
(equipped with...

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Many of us celebrate the time when Jesus lay in his feeding trough

Own a place in our home do not have to knock on so many doors


Put up Nordic fir cut from woods or plastic...

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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.

From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on...

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To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow..

You know it...

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thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:

if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)

there is endless repetitious strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is...

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P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink...

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It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...


Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes...

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This time of trouble so torn by terror,
time of deep darkness and all-devouring death,
this time of woe, high wages and much wenching
is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises.
I wander weary this winding way and...

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He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.

He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his...

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Surrounded by the glitz and frippery
the ribbons, bells and stars all meant to warm you,
on the mantelpiece, parading with the cards
the one that silently ' regrets to inform you'.
Muffled merriment, jaded joy 
from those who...

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Upon my museum walls, pastiche you are,
Pseudo piece of art dredging old memories;
Where I hang now, a fine authentic painting—
Love of my sweet dreams.

You claim I once bloomed your ardent reveries
Yet, I recall your dreamworld...

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A really wrong place for who must hide,
All the roads leading to center wide…

Where the sociable prays to be dumped,
As he would never be skipped nor jumped…

The opposite of periphery
Of many things their territory:
The consistent...

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Another anthology appears
Boldly boasting ballads.
Can't construct cinquain,
Ditto deconstructing didactic.

Easy efforts elevate essentially.
Fabulous frippery, fun, fauxmance.
Giving gifts ,gaiety, glory.
Hiding hyperbole ,hailing honesty.

I ignore idiosincricy.
Jubilant jeweled jots.
Krielle knowledge,
Luminates lovers learning.

Masters manage monoku.
No one notices nonsense.
Only ones own...

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Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be

It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest...

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At first glance I thought
It was a toy, a ragged thing,
perhaps dropped by a small boy.
Lost or abandoned?
Either way
it was being trampled on today

The pavement pushers,
marching through the high street
with shopping on their minds,
they didn’t...

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