Long Priss Poems

Before my fallen wings I plead
Let me carry out this deed
Find a love in desperate need
Of a white knight on a steed

I already have a girl in mind
Are souls have met forever bind
Lost in chaos,...

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Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me,...

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Neither encumbered with
     material trappings, nor money,
(neither of which I miss)
mine existence approxi-
     moxy mates (to me),
     the state of psychic,
  ...

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Am I doing this just to create drama
Or am I doing doing this to face the trauma
of years deep in the trenches of fears

not quite in space to deal with crazy
and my avoidance manifests as...

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ALLERGIES

I’m tired of these rains of salty tears
Caused by allergens in my atmosphere.
Since allergies last the entire year,
Why they’re called “seasonal” isn’t clear.

The stinging spores are always near,
Welling and swelling and telling, 
I fear, of...

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Song by my friend F.O.

There’s some days
You need a break
Don’t let those people get you down
No time to think
No time to breathe
The past is gone
The present is now

Oh why are you being like this
I don’t...

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This guy i know is a jerk,
He thinks its cute to look and flirt,
Wish he would realize he just looks lame,
I'm glad all men aren't the same,
He's always acting like an ass,
I mean what man...

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National Cleavage Day

For those of you who missed it
I’ve only this to say
Mark it on your calendar
National Cleavage Day
It’s been going on for ten years
That’s ten years down the drain
For I, too, somehow missed it
(May...

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I wish sometimes that I was a Swan,
Unfortunately, I am not one.
They are so graceful...elegant with elan,
Drifting slowly in God's earthly plan.

The joy of watching them is such fun,
Silently moving 'neath the sun.
And when their...

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A pink whistle, a shrill siren, a spilled bottle of ink,
Vibrant India, the blue stuff, silver spilled in the sink,
I never know what kinds of amazing things will come through.
What will my assertive muse in...

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(Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s little sister, was off-tha-hook earlier this summer)

thirteen
peach flesh
fabuk buster
nu-metal priss
sexless breasts
bitten fingernails
dirty babyskin feet
mirror mesmerized
straight-eyed honesty
grouchapottamus
without analysis
corollary sister
wide eyed
hot mess
skinny
pacer
bella
doe
.
.
Webster: Corollary: something that naturally follows another (like sisters)

slang…
off tha hook =...

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I have a sassy little Chihuahua,
  she can be a nut
  and sometimes she misbehaves
  and I spank her little butt.


  Sometimes she's such a "Diva"
  and thinks she is...

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She used to think she was too thin. 
Probably because everyone referred 
to her as skinny. Her older brother 
called her bony butt, to her chagrin.
If.......if only the curves would come.
At sixteen they surreptitiously arrived.
Curves...

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Little Miss Princess.
Little Miss Me.
Little Miss Oreo.
Little Miss Believe.

Little Miss Hopeful.
Little Miss Naive.
Little Miss Trustworthy.
Little Miss Decieved.

Little Miss Too Caring.
Little Miss Watch Out.
Little Miss Can't Let Go.
Little Miss Remember Every Thought.

Little Miss I Love You.
Little...

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The voice of a moth was all to come out
when I meant to to say I hate this life.  
I meant to scream it with all the genetic coding 
that allows such well developed...

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Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
  Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
    and if at me you keep pointing your finger
  ...

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My Haylee; My Waylee
I still remember when you used to cry all day nearly daily
My Little Boog-Ann
You also smell like a crayon
My Prettiest Girl
You're like the prettiest pearl
My Cutie Patootie
Always kind and never snooty
My Haylee-Anner...

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Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle.
There are others here who want to unwind their noodle.
Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed?
German shepherd’s temper was...

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Whoa Horse Whoa

Before I do expire
Hope you will read entire
Pile of all my poems.

When we say whoa horse whoa
Down we expect him to slow
On us Trump does grow.

What we had agreed
Is Trump came here to...

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Was she gray or pink? The toms could not really say.
But they watched her swish, and fully sashay.
She had an attitude that said I’m a fine cat.
They fought over her attention at her welcome mat.

The...

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Missy is a priss
Living in bliss
Who does things her way
Laying in bed all day

Her smile is so sweet
Always wanting a treat
Husky eyes all lined in black
Intelligence she does not lack

When she barks no sound she...

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Dreamscape
A Two-Verse Triolet
A Two-Verse Triolet, An Ekphrastic poem, on viewing the Mona Lisa


Da Vinci set the scene,
depicted background first.
She longed to priss and preen,
Da Vinci set the scene.
She felt somewhat unclean
yet fed a burning thirst.
Da...

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While on tree became a grower;
Seemed to be slower and slower,
And a big pain;
Constant strain;
In middle found a whistle blower.

Do remember when on me dawned,
Trump appeared to be far beyond,
We believe;
Pity receive;
All our thoughts he...

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hey, mind, think back and dwell on this …
our decades-old, warm reminisce
of heady nights when dating Kris,
sweet buxom, avid, bob-haired miss
who learned with us to bill and kiss,
and lift young hearts to cusps of bliss--
but...

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