Short Crinoline Poems

a crinoline dress crumpled by the bed;
the prom queens on her back -
a cupcake stripped of its frilled paper....

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Whilst once staying in an inn
One place he had never been
Daring dance with Bonnie Lynne
Begins by waltzing with him
She spun in her crinoline
Bold beaus would vie for a spin
Hoping a chance glance to win
Her heart now though won within...

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Victorian ring, 
upon whose finger 
have you been?
The stories you could tell, 
with just a cameo shell, 
a natural wonder, 
your spell I am under…
Portrait of Psyche,
or are you Aphrodite? 
Carved cornelian… 
time a chameleon, 
in a crinoline bonnet,
but in whose tie pocket
have you been?
Now on my finger, 
Victorian ring.
...

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My organdy dancer
Aquarian child
   Is always in fashion
   Lights sweet flames of passion
When she dances for me

My crinoline princess
Has sensuous moves
   That nothing conceals
  And yet only reveals
What she wants me to see

My velveteen beauty
Seductress of dreams
   Dances through my delusions
   To the perfect illussions
That I want her to be...

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As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show...

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i wanted to be  a slender dancer
a ballerina in the field of war
pink leotard and crinoline
to hide the tracks and scars
i wanted to be twirled around
i needed to be spun
to feel the warmth, the control of arms
because i didn't feel it in my own
i wanted to be tied with strings
with ribbons or masking tape
so when i grew weak
grew false
grew sad
i wouldn't fall apart
i wanted to be a dancer
to put a play on in your room
but now that i am crippled
i can never dance for you...

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A TV commercial wants me to buy gold,
another one offers me a full pound of Morgan Silver Dollars
if I hand over a pile of cash.

Poets are rarely rich nowadays.
Back when, poets were moody and secretly gay
people wore smoking jackets
or puffy clouds of crinoline.
You could tell they were hoy polloi,
and regular folks assumed that only
those that did not need to work wrote stuff.

Poetry nowadays might get you some gold,
but probably not enough for a tooth filling or two -
maybe....

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