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Premium Member Spying On Neighbors

fanciest binoculars I have ever seen
spying on neighbors, so far unseen
love seeing that Daddy kick out his screen
hiding now, not as keen
Form: Monorhyme


Clad In Gold, Ugliness Is Still An Eyesore To Behold

The cowl or other churchly attire
The priest’s habit soiled with desire
The fanciest should Lucifer hire
His noxious nature will not expire
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Bull Riding Cowboy

bull riding cowboy
the fanciest belt buckle
not easily won

bull wrangling cowboy
the rodeo is in awe
his prowess legend

bull roping cowboy
the happy trophy winner
if he does not die
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Do Not Wake the Sleeping Sun

the fanciest sleeping sun I have ever seen
is sitting on a fence outside, in my meadow green.
I love everything about her, she has an acrylic sheen.
Shh! Be quiet or you’ll wake her said my friend the queen.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Most Gorgeous Seahorse

He is the most gorgeous seahorse in south side bay.
His colors are enriched and lively, his ambiance is gay.
He wears his designs in the freshest, fanciest new way.
We follow him with our camera, not knowing what to say.
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member Beach Feels Honored

Swirly dress of turquoise waves flipped up water edges
Showing off ocean’s prettiest, frothiest, fanciest lacy petticoat
Appreciated by beach, who felt honored and appreciated
Loving that he was the lone recipient of such beauty this morning

Premium Member If I had a Guitar

If I had a guitar and I knew how to play
I’d be on tour, playing music all loud and gay
I would have a fan base that would be yelling my name
None of my fine renditions would be the same
I would seriously pluck those strings in the fanciest way
if I had a guitar and I knew how to play
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Plaid Is Confident

plaid announces self
variety of colors
speaks rather clearly

in children’s jumpers
or fanciest Scottish kilt
keen stability


plaid fosters feelings
upon arrival
saying blue collar

working mans fodder
powerful in every way
plaid picks up a rake

plaid is confident
marching in pleats and jackets
generational
Form: Senryu

Enchanted

Bluest blue skies Sunniest sunshine Sweetest of breeze Cheeks, teases Sparkliest spark No longer blue, the heart. And a red balloon Suddenly flies up In the fanciest of dance As if enchanted by a trance My spirit's in a waltz Not bumping against any walls. My heart opened, and I rise With sparkling stars in my eyes. © 06.08.12
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member How Much Longer Does a Woman Wait

how much longer does a woman wait?
she feels humiliated and gawked at
she got all dressed up to be jilted?
in public? In the fanciest restaurant in town?

She was thinking it was wedding proposal time.
Wearing her prettiest silk dress, it has been an hour.
Her phone dings. She looks down. I’m running late.
She leaves an hour later, finally getting it.

Premium Member fanciest finest pumpkin man from Timbuktu

fanciest finest pumpkin man from Timbuktu
Just danced past us wearing the snazziest shoe
adorned in striped pantaloons and matching vest
he is by far much more gallant than the rest

Lace on his sleeves, gold trim on his brocade vest
He truly is the produce patch's snazziest
pink satin ribbon adorning his tall top hat
shows us this pumpkin man is “truly all that”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member he fell in love with dancing feet

She had feet that danced the fanciest dances
He stared as they created magic up and down the floor
He had never seen such feet.
He was entranced, enthralled, excited
She enthused, inspired and empowered him.
He began to dance.
“I must have had too much to drink,” the old lady said.
She was the only one still sitting at the table.
“That damned salt shaker is dancing”

Premium Member Dish Up the Grub

In the fanciest restaurant in our little town
Where ladies are expected in evening gown,
I think the food is no better for fancy dressing
All said and done, I’m simply confessing,
Give me the hole-in-the-wall, plain food place
Where nobody’s wearing any satin and lace,
Dish up the grub like Grandma used to make
And give me plenty of leftovers home to take!

written March 4, 2022

I wanna go home

I wanna go home
I wanna stay at the fanciest spots in Islamabad, 
go to the mountain tops of Kashmir,
drive in the dusk of the busy roads in Karachi,
drink from the rivers of Hunza valley,
shop in the bustling markets of Multan,
cross the silk road and visit the grape fields of Jalalabad,
walk up and down the green hills of Jhelum,
run through the rice fields of Sindh.

I wanna go home.
© naima shah  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member fancy snail travels to Japan

Snail travels to Japan in the fanciest way
We see him traveling, he’s cutesy today
He is wearing a camera around his neck.
He stops to give the emperor a genuflect.

His hat is from Australia, his eyeglasses from the wild.
He scoots around old men, he picks up a lady bug child.
We flowers surround him, admiring his ensemble of beauty.
It is our Japanese privilege, not our tradition or duty.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member kitty has no idea

Snail travels to Japan in the fanciest way
We see him traveling, he’s cutesy today
He is wearing a camera around his neck.
He stops to give the emperor a genuflect.

His hat is from Australia, his eyeglasses from the wild.
He scoots around old men, he picks up a lady bug child.
We flowers surround him, admiring his ensemble of beauty.
It is our Japanese privilege, not our tradition or duty.
cat
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Turquoise Mama Queen Fisher Bird

Turquoise was demure and fancy.
A light blue beauty, with pretty birdsong.
Our famous Mama Queen Fisher bird.

Smart too, with a flair for fishing.
She lured the fish out of the lake with her melodies.
Her traps were always full of smitten catfish or bass.

Fishermen paid her to bring them a catch.
She collected the fanciest gourmet birdseed from them.
We should have called her Copper, Silver or Gold.

Premium Member Bragging Charlotte

Charlotte the fancy hippo put on airs all the time
her clock was better than most, it had a lovely chime
She had the fanciest laces on her pantaloons, for sure.
Charlotte confided that she had sweet smelling manure

Some believed her but others knew much better.
We had smelled her gas through her jeans and sweater.
Today she is on a swing bragging it is the best around.
Some of us are hoping it breaks and she ends up on the ground.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mr Winter

Mr. Winter bundled up in his fanciest robes of winds 
Decorated in snowflakes that tickled fancy of Finns.
He arrived amid cold breezes that whirled and twirled.
Many hats and scarves were tossed, uplifted and swirled.

He’s coming! The animals said, some trying to hide. 
The air got colder than autumn, frozen land to abide.
Mr. Winter maneuvered his wand with a promise and flick.
The snow began piling in six-foot drifts, incredibly thick.
Form: Rhyme

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