Long Trixie Poems

Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
 was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, 
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie...

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Nutter Butter. Almond Joy, Mounds Bars, and Cherry Mash.
Those candy manufacturers know how to name to get their cash.
We contenders scoff; we snicker and sneer.
The toymaker crazy idea brigade has just arrived here.

Someone throws out,...

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The Moon Beam riders had traveled to Earth
 To bless each childe' at it’s moment of birth
 The Lourde’and his Ladee’ rode swiftly down the road
 To join leprechauns and pixies in the Forest of...

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Trixie and Blixie were identical twins.
Darling little girls.
Hazel eyes. 
Big puffy shoulders.
Magical pearl-laden dresses, made by their mother, who was a wonderful seamstress.
People on the street would stop her.
“They are so cute!” they would say.
“Do...

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Many years ago, I was in a down-heartened funk, after deciding to get a little bit drunk. 

Beer guzzling queens won’t tell you, but liquor tastes bad going down and coming back up is truly...

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Today as in every day I battle with whats carried within.This accumulation,this compilation of aberations of spirit and mind.Why do I continue this struggle,to be the invisible woman wishing to be seen.Who is willing to...

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I was taught to be shy, demure, sweet, God-fearing, quiet.
It was not my real self, but it is what was drummed into me.
I was too wild, too loud, too uncontrollable, too rebellious, too me.
So I...

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I landed in  slammer with Trixie, a red-headed prostitute with hilarious stories.
Pretty soon her friend Lulu was tossed in. They sat in the corner giggling.
I sat on the opposite side of the cell, laughing...

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The most marvelous poem danced across my ending dream today.
I popped open my eyes, and my earth mind kicked in,
She had totally and absolutely cleanly got away.

Fabulous, she was the best one yet. She had...

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Illustrious? Too sophisticated.
Advanced? Sounds too modern.
Awkward? Not in the mood yet.
Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring.
Will consider it for later though. Jotting it down now.

I could cut up some onions. I got...

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Poetry prances into my dendrite field, taking charge,
Taking over, taking me hostage
Perhaps I want to paint today, I tell her.

She scoffs. Smacks me lightly on my brain stem.
Makes fun of me.
Calls me names.

I am not...

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Boogie Woman comes in between my cell layers at night
She punches me up and charges me up into my fierce fighting mode
I yell and scream my truth and she laughs, gulping my rage and my...

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She's a Cyndi Lauper look-alike.
had a ‘one hit wonder’ back in the day;
a tune about some balloons and a bike.

She's not new anymore
but still a ‘hip’ artifact for sure.
Glittered eyebrows, bangles, and beads,
she’s what any...

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When I was your age I walked sixty two miles to school and back
Because our horse was dead, or given only to my brothers.
We did not get to wear pants, even if our legs were...

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Orange paisley ideas tinged with turquoise and silver resonate in my head.
I wake up thinking seventeen thoughts, diving in sixteen directions.
Trixie, my muse has thrown the last line of the best poem my way.
I run...

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I start out with no ideas at all. Then I begin to free type.
I type words that rhyme – bubble, double, trouble, he, me, knee.
The trick is to keep adding words even if they make...

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What kind of crazy whimsicality is this?
I mouth to Trixie, my muse.
She is wearing a red tutu, and has on gray striped headphones.
Dancing to some kind of bee bop music I dare not listen to...

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Poe’s raven came to me in my sleep, at the most unexpected time.
At first I thought it was just a raven, but it gave me a look and I knew.
Recognizing Poe’s sadness shining out of...

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Dim Dim Dimney 
Dim Dim Dimney 
Dim Dim Deree 
I’m deep and I’m plucky 
As plucky can be

Dim Dim Dimney 
Dim Dim Dimney 
Dim Dim Deroo
As to a bad sin 
I haven’t a clue 
Let...

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Trixie shakes me awake impatiently following me to the bathroom
Yelling ideas as hard and as fast as she can.
I know better than to ignore her; for she will pull my hair
I sometimes hear her teeth...

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My poems propagate themselves
               stirring ingredients like adjectives and adverbs
           ...

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I went from shy to outspoken
I have Trixie to thank for it.
Trixie was everything I wanted to be but was not.
She was loud, proud; self-confidence oozed out of her in every direction.
When we were in...

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My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny,...

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I’ve been a pirate since I was seven 
And read Pippi Longstockings.
I’ve been a pirate since Swiss
Family Robinson came onto the
Screen, and I was allowed to see it.

I’ve been a pirate since 
Realized that pirates...

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Endless possibilities expand my dendrites, kicking up hopes.
Lasagna boat floats, Play Dough Dragon, Speedy envelopes
Wherever I turn I see another idea, which might be grand.
A pink penguin army shying away from a Mariachi band.

Orange stuffed...

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