She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children
who dont' wash their hands and primp their toes
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten
you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose
Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself
she owns spidery fingers and her teeth are razor sharp
Sponge em' down, disinfect, scour them clean or else
she will cleave your little pinkie and stitch it to her harp
Darkelina Pixie-Meana thats what they call her Heh !
better wash it or hide it before she finds you child
Gloomy and morose with a dark disposition, its her way
better tuck them under the covers, for she is crazy wild
Beyond the twitch of night she can give you such a fright
shes got teeth with jagged edges, boy how she loves to bite !
Categories:
primp, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
These high waters are worse than choppy
Scary roller coasters they copy
Our vessel tossed like a sailboat
We can barely stay above or afloat
This storm is the worst I’ve ever seen
It makes my stomach feel green
I am too ill to primp or preen
Tossed and turned like a kidney bean
Categories:
primp, 10th grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
Categories:
primp, bird,
Form: Burlesque
Suitors lined up, hoping to court me
Promising plethoras of pleasure
Tantalizing, teasing hints of treasure
To move my reticent, reluctant lips to say ‘Oui’
To obsequious bow to my innumerable charms,
While in a mirror of pomp, I primp and pose
When spot a man – mustachioed, mysterious – undisposed
To flatter my golden hair, narrow waist or delicate arms
An unlikely king or composer of Psalms
Ill-at-ease with strongmen and heroes
Counselor to hobos, weirdos and zeroes
And I, drawn to his visage with increasing alarm
Entry in "When You are Old" contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Categories:
primp, beauty, fear, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Snowy white seagulls primp and preen on my front lawn… pests with pretty wings noisy, annoying, raucous irritating trespassers
Categories:
primp, bird,
Form: Tanka
The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who'll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They'll do a pretty good job of makin’
you think they're spot on what you're lookin’ for
But they'll hem and haw and skirt the edges
never quite proving what they claim to be
They’ll never give you any straight answers
when you tell ‘em just what it is you need
The words will roll cross their tongues so easy
they'll try to hide behind a white toothed lie
Watch ‘em primp and prune their fancy feathers
while promising you the moon in the sky
Just keep on looking for the kind of man
who’s only promise is a life of love
And asks for nothing but to share that life
under a wide Montana sky above
You'll know for sure my dear when you've found him
the right cowboy will treat you like he should
Never take a single breath without you
and no one will care for you like he would
So I’ll toss my hat into the circle
though I can never promise you the world
I can make darn sure to never hurt you
if you’ll only be this cowboy's cowgirl
Categories:
primp, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Waking At Dawn You There In Our Silk Bed
Baby fawn, fur so beautiful, new life
A reminder Nature's beauty so true
We wade through this world of hellacious strife
But my darling, I live because of you!
Your bright smile, your beauty truly divine
Waking at dawn you there in our silk bed
Alarm blares out at a quarter to nine
Sweet kiss given, wake up you sleepyhead.
Dawn brings forth a day of pure joy with you
We stroll the beach waves breaking at our feet
You say my lover, I say yes-you too
Life delicious, your lips cannot be beat
Sunny beach gives its gives its pretty scene
We speak of love, life being together
I watch you dressing as you primp and preen
As we live it up in this fair weather.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet, 16 verses
APRIL 12TH, 1984, EDITED Nov. 1987
NOTE{ Sweet Memory)
Categories:
primp, beautiful, life, love, memory,
Form: Sonnet
Sacred Cat Society
Known for notoriety
Princess, the Head
She's royal bred
Follows cat propriety
Princess loves to primp and preen
She keeps herself very clean
She gets her wish
Fish in her dish
Otherwise she will turn mean
Princess prances like a queen
She behaves like a spoiled teen
Catwalks around
Regally crowned
If crossed, she will make a scene
Princess plays with her fur ball
Has us at her beck and call
At her meow
To her we bow
She acts like a Miss Know-all
22nd February 2023
For Mystic Rose Rose's contest
Categories:
primp, cat, princess,
Form: Limerick
I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.
Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps,
Soft melting snow vacuums up my tumescent clumps.
Eastward, where the eagle's feathers spread for flight,
Glow magnifies, bidding farewell to the fading twilight.
Once the days lengthen, they grow rosier and warmer,
Wintry endless dullness for my darling little charmer.
Paving the way for brighter days and lifting the spirit,
Vivid illumination, glowing embers, ruby, and pure merit.
Vibe shone in dual heat, a starry sky coated in sublime,
As stirring winds sate the slight cold, of ululating time.
Awe-inspiring bliss at the first arrival of spring thrill,
The morphology of the blooms on the saffron daffodil
Ritzily jasmine, eerie whispers ripple across the woods,
Spring, my lover, spills my soul in its pacific moods.
Fields of color bloom with bright joy, in ribald delight.
Narcissus competes with tulips for greater height.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 19, 2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
primp, appreciation, beauty, spring,
Form: Personification
Don’t wake him up yet! Shansi said with a snicker.
Orinoco needs his sleep, for his soft-hearted ticker!
So Great Uncle Bulgaria gave Orinoco fifteen minutes more.
But then you have to leave for school, he said. Right out the door!
Miss Adelaide will be waiting, and you know she is fine.
This school mistress wanted the Wombles there in good time.
Tobermory had to fix Bungo’s bike before they could leave.
Bungo had a fine idea to put on a weird new blowing sleeve.
Tomsk was raring to go, he loves to drive through the woods.
Yazz told them to wait up, she had to primp up her girly goods.
Wellington lagged a bit, for he has such a scientific mind.
He stops along the way to gather everything that he can find.
Categories:
primp, technology,
Form: Rhyme
No more duck and cover or hiding in plain sight.
No more hiding your heart in a cave
No more running from your Canadian goose self.
It’s time to come out and face the dandelions
The rest of us are showing our heart
And gladly, especially me. Mine is out there for the world
To pluck, to primp, to stomp, to slap and to pinch.
Your feelings should be on the clothesline.
Ready for anyone to see if they wander into the yard.
Your heart should be sitting on top of the roof, smiling.
No more duck and cover; no more running from your emotions.
I will help you if you like.
Categories:
primp, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.
A bee’s life, rather short and hard
unless it happens you’re the Queen.
Twenty-five hundred eggs a day
leaves little time to primp and preen.
The gals do all the work, of course;
the morning route is fifty flowers.
Two hundred beats produce that buzz.
They travel fifteen miles per hour.
Collectively, when added up,
a hive will travel pretty far:
A spin or two around the world
to make a single honey jar.
They’re really not the violent sort;
a gal who stings thereafter dies.
A different type of stinger’s found
among the drone sex worker guys.
Their honey is the only food
you’d need to keep yourself alive.
So cut back on the chemicals
and make a world where they can thrive.
Blessed is this honey bee;
her labor gives us all our fruit.
No other living thing their prey;
oh, that we’d learn to follow suit!
—————
for the Bee Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 05/28/2022
Categories:
primp, appreciation, graduation, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Live a little laugh sometimes
Fall into the summertime
Brush it off laugh away
Tears and fears and smears of blood
Dreaming hoping waiting wishing
Make it stretch a little more
Make it through another day
Pinch and poke and primp and stretch
Separate not and enough
Listen but don't speak your mind
Smile always smile girl
Don’t look so sad all the time
They don’t understand
You aren’t the sum of your parts
The geometric anomaly of life
Categories:
primp, anxiety, society, teen,
Form: Free verse
Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered.
He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered.
The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not?
Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought.
Peter turned away and gave her a flash of his prettiest face.
I have to find my shadow, he told her, to show to my grace.
I am your grace, aren’t I? Miss Piggy asked with her prettiest pout.
Just then they were interrupted by Captain Hook’s loudest shout!
Crocodile! Hook screamed with the voice of a shrill girl on speed.
Pan looked out and said “Of course he also brought Sneed.”
She took advantage and began to throw her boa around in the mirror.
“Tell those idiots they are not allowed to barge right in here!”
Peter took her in his arms and gave her a loud smacking friendly kiss.
You will be the death of my adventures, you gorgeous pink miss.
She was pleased, placated, joyful for about six seconds or less.
But then he took over the mirror, ruining her short lived happiness.
Categories:
primp, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
She gushed and groveled and thanked me time and again.
For a small gesture, taking a speck of dust off her chin.
He on the other hand never said a word.
Although I gave him a million dollar gift.
Both instances a tiny bit absurd.
Some people bend over backwards in all kinds of ways
To preen and primp and provide way too much praise.
Others take advantage, and then act all tough
and angry because what you give them is never enough.
Categories:
primp, life,
Form: Rhyme
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