Short Brassy Poems

Ornery orange,
Range of shades,
Antagonistic character,
Naughty,
Greedy and garish,
Ever so bright, flashy and in some cases brassy....

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Some girls are brassy, some are flashy
Some girls are even a wee bit trashy
They give you a tweak
A tug on your cheek
Prefer girls that show some ass-ies...

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Some girls are brassy, some girls are flashy
Some girls are even a wee bit trashy
They give you a tweak
A tug on your cheek
Really prefer girls that show a bit of their ass-ies...

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Some girls are brassy, some girls are flashy
Some girls are even a wee bit trashy
They give you a tweak
A tug on your cheek
Really prefer girls that show a bit of their ass-ies...

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They’re loud and proud, brassy and flashy
Wigs that make Dolly Parton proud
Glitzy dresses that sparkle
Pounds of heavy make up
They’re buxom beauties
Feathered boas
Flamboyant
Drag queen
Men...

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Some girls are brassy, some girls are flashy
Some girls are even a wee bit trashy
They give you a tweak
A tug on your cheek
Actually prefer girls that show a bit of their ass-y


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Beautiful reds and yellows
Staggering flights of leaves
The whistling dry cold draught
Rattles song...brassy sways.
Naked trees
Leafy grounds...
Fallow time for trees
Falls fruits and fruits
At the autumn's breath....

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don't spit on my tail please
said rat with a summer cold
never saw children like these
brassy and so bold.

don't spit on my tail please
said oldster rat, scurrying away
never saw people like these,
never having even one good day....

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TRUMPETER
Sandpaper comments,
Intolerant, indignant,
White House jihadist.

UN denier,
Mega-tweeter, Putin’s pal,
Friend of common man?

Hair like swan feathers, 
Lips pursed in a brassy kiss,
No friend of Dizzy.

What Reveille wakes
Billionaire soldiers of change.
Your new president....

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Do you want hamburger in your eye?
Or would you rather dig and die?
I stared at the three-year-old.
He was brassy, eager, bright and bold.

My only choices? I expertly guessed.
He nodded his head, not at all dressed.
Nothing like a naked three who has come to play.
To remind you that it’ll be a great day....

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The Lesson

She’d sought the love that was fool’s gold,
a brassy thing, shiny and bold.

Thinking her home was in his arms,
she found that his hugs, did not warm.

She parted swiftly with a grin.
and said, "I won't be fooled again."

11/17/16
Iambic tetrameter 4 beats per 8 syllable line
Contest 244
Brian Strand...

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The spiders know before we do,
Cozy
Expanding black clouds
On the edge of a meal
In the corner of my bedroom

The last of the flies circulate
Wall, wall, window, wall
It is just a matter of time

Meanwhile the girls and I
Find benches in the last scrap of brassy sunlight
Furiously rub the upright hairs from our arms
And fight the gails
Blowing our skirts like sails....

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I put hot pink pajamas on my cat Scat.
She twists her tail, for she knows where she’s at
A sassy, brassy, classy, ritzy, ditzy, diamond cat.
worth all the trouble, said my cousin Pat.

For she is smug and self-assured, a joyful cat.
I hear her coming now, with her pitter pat.
Dressed in her fancy pajamas, my cat, Scat.
Uh-oh, I think what she is carrying is a live rat!...

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Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-

Gooder, bursting across

The local track.  Kids bored silly

Outside the school, sneer as

She slips past.  The brassy broad clings

In the wind to her hat,

As shoulder straps preclude her sack

From sinking, she is an-

chored by her leather bag, the last

Treasure she can hold fast.

Since the rain washed away the mirth

Of the carnival day....

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She lay upon the chill drying sand 
disheveled
lay the brassy gold of her hair 
adorned with seaweed
upon her blue gray cheeks
small pink crabs crawl 
the ruched red skirt she wore washed
back and forth waist high showing white cotton
chill winds blew drying sand across her open blouse
drying like bits of stardust on her lashes
sand sleepers nest in her open eyes....

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I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum

I love Prayer Claire
And Lazy Daisy
Gaudy Maudie
And Crazy Maisy

I love Blue Sue
And Classy Darcy
Timid Ingrid
And Brassy Marcie

I love Shy Di
And Sullen Ellen
Beige Paige
And Barren Karen

I love Chipper Pippa
And Hairy Mary
All of them from homely
To a little bit scary...

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WEAK SECRETS

a secret?
how inferior
can one get
secrets stamped
all over you… true
potatoes that hiss
I stand alone 
clutching
my bottle of white
happiness

papyrus edged feeling
world attacks brassy
biased big showing
us the way home

so… sweet your
blood mouthfuls
in gulps of foam

I
would 
let you
steal the
bottom
of my 
eyes


©Kim van Breda—18 November 2015...

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She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled.
Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday,
unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair.
Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged,
unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes.
Only the sea and sand cradled her now.






First Published in Of Sun and Sand 2013
part Of a hurricane Press...

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The brassy sassy cocktail napkin winked at Jim.
He looked around quickly, wondering who saw.
The other patrons at the bar did not seem to notice.
Have another drink! She said. I’ll go home with you.
He had two more before stuffing her into his pocket.
She had been giving him sexy promises all night long.
“Do you want an extra napkin?” the bartender asked Jim.
He could feel his face getting hot.
Shook his head “no” and ran out of there.
Now they could be alone....

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