Pastiche Poems - Poems about Pastiche

Chris prompts his friend, Cyra to help him win the heart of his true love, Roxy Chris is easy on the eyes a dreamy kinda guy but as far as conversation goes he’s got no game Cyra articulates like no other, a maven of expression But visible impression? Not so much Chris plans the evening well, standing under the spell of Roxy’s second-story window (taming butterflies) Cyra too on the scene is...

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It was the last order rush All full of fun and chat. As the door swung wide All turned to look at what. He wore his hat pulled low He wore his dark hair long And his spurs jingle jangled Like the rhythm to a song. His leather chaps dragged And scraped along the floor And you could cut the tension As he stood...

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PASTICHE occasional   startling vivacity &verve an existence random switching   shuttling about immensely  enthusiastic & gesticulating nsinuous nsuperficial &melancholic   contemplating  a suave astonishing pastiche   before & despite either austere  feeling or modishness...

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It was the last order rush All full of fun and chat. As the door swung wide All turned to look at what. He wore his hat pulled low He wore his dark hair long And his spurs jingle jangled Like the rhythm to a song. His leather chaps dragged And scraped along the floor And you could cut the tension As he stood...

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buttercup daisy & cowslip swaying pelts of grasses bask in Spring purple vetch ribwort plaintain lush clover in English rain scalious burnets protude hawthorn ...

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ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE I will pluck Parmenter from your orchard bower And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour Lest passing time should look on us to glower And curse us so no more we may have power To circumvent the fates and...

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The Lay of Sir Donald (Or: Le Chanson de Donald) An orange man – of red and trailing tie, Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I! Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he, Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers be. Brightly he barteth, and knows how, full well, In sev’n-score characters his truth to tell. Courtly he is to nymphs – yea,...

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She feels like chicken tonight With Marmite toast A welcome break From green roast A pound on the hip You need to lose Squeeze your achnes And purchase a bra Trigonometry Is her heart's desire And Shakespeare's prose Squeeze your achnes And purchase a bra Echoes in her ears Your suitor In the parlour The only gal To know her alphabet A kindly neighbour Taught her...

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Illusions,symbols of childhood, coloured filled swathes of painterly hues.A private fantasy in slow motion suspended in space.An abstracted blur in flashbacks of yesteryear,caught in a daydream....

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A maze of tall ascending fingers pierce the sky Prominent and conceived as seeds In someone's fertile mind Crowded together packed in vertical line That overshadow the pavement below. Temples of finance and commerce Amassed in concrete and reflective glass As tiny moving dots like ants scurry and hurry below Metal boxes of all shapes and colours In the city like a river stop...

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Cloudy Ominous display Lowering, twisting, threatening. Bleak, severe? Gentle showers? Refreshing, newness, refreshing Blue sky Sunshine...

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He took his day job home- on a billboard scale Ekphrasis after The Margin Between by Rosenquist...

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