Long Prancy Poems

[ Poem inspired by Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein : sponsored by Tom Woody ]


CREATURE FROM THE PAST ?

Elite scientists are the scariest humans
their minds think up stormy waters with acumen 
these they traverse with...

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You can return to earth for two days they said, 
but not in that worn out body.
I knew that; and I was glad; it was almost blind, 
and had a touch of dementia any way.
You...

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You may one day wish to sit & simply pluck a string~
For no other reason than that it seems a quite so reasonable thing~
To sit & strum & hum a tune which comes to mind...

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I am an amphibian
Living in and out of my own truth
With you one day,
Totally against you the next.
Personalities swirling inside
Staring into a mirror wondering
Will we like me today?

Will we be kind to this face?
Will we...

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It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
 
A smile turned into a flat out...

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What kind of prissy, prancy, fanciness is afoot?
I look down, afraid my wizened mouth might reveal something
I truly have nothing to divulge, but I act mysteriously coy.

She looks like a Cheshire Cat, someone whispers within...

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Color my day magical, paint my day lavender.
Throw in some glitter, some glitz and some fun.
A day with good friends, who laugh at the right times,
Who know when to hug, and know when you need...

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On Tuesday I was a prancy, dancy, pirate queen, 
On Wednesday I was a velvet-clad bohemian traveling fancy lady, 
Yesterday I as a native American who had been done wrong by cowboys.

I am on a...

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Fire sparks, dragon scales, Lucy's hair
If I were limited to seeing and wearing one color
it would be orange

Bright vivid neon orange in paisleys or polka dots
Not the orange of tabbies, but the glowing gleaming orange
of...

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Orange is my go-to color because I look smashing in it
Not anymore, but I used to when I was twelve
I had the most darling orange sweatshirt 
Probably disintegrated now after being sliced, washing cars.

I am...

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Scramble, ramble, damble, boo.
Amble, gamble, jamble, moo.
I like rhymes that are prancy and good.
The ones that remind me of my childhood.

Bibbity Bobbity Dibbity Doo.
I am in a child-like mind, how about you?
Dr. Seuss and Shel...

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