Short Carry Off Poems

the notes carry off
passing in pace together
sounds twist in the air...

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Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city.

Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city.

Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city.
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marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will

and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness 
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must

and mete thy charm, ye witches grail




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Alas it is the curse of those who must
Write their dreams alone in passing dust
Never knowing when they came and went
Staid within a shadow’s breadth and length

Soft breezes carry off the whispered lies
A passion never lived so slowly dies
Its dreams written alone in passing dust
Deny the death of passion for they must
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do not be intimidated by fancy birds
they put their earrings on one at a time
like the drag queen peacocks
and the flabbergasted flamingos

do not be intimidated by fancy birds
you can carry off glitz and glamor as well as they
even if you cannot fly up to the top of an oak tree
you can walk along the porch railing and crow...

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The sock monster climbs up the waste pipe
And into your washing machine
He’ll hide up in a corner
To ensure he can’t be seen.
Then when you put you clothes in
And you’ve set the washers clock
He’ll dive into your washing
And select a single sock.
This special prize, he’ll carry off
To his secret monster lair
And share this tasty morsel
With his monster wife so fair.

© John W Fenn  03-12-2008...

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I’ve never learned to tie a scarf
Which makes me quite the fool
‘Cause scarves can make an outfit
Look both chic and really cool.

I stare at women sporting them
Tied in a jaunty knot
And wonder what it is they have
That I just haven’t got.

My mother never taught me
How to carry off, with flair,
A swath of silk around my neck,
So suave and debonair.

What isn’t in our wheelhouse,
Even if it could be taught,
Likely never would be something
We would seek if never sought....

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Satin streaks of sun filter her golden ray
and with a glimpse of beauty float away

Tiny floret
precious floret
carry off my dreams
to bountiful fields of white
where innocence plays
on a sun shiny day

Breeze
glorious breeze
carry her free
show her angelic heights
amid visions of white
pointing towards 
star cover nights

Tiny floret 
the daisy has called 
share your petals
with the world
let go my guiding hand 
surround yourself in splendor
and with the new dawn shine...

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