Short Frippery Poems
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Hugs for you
And hugs for me
Hugged is what
I want to be.
Hug a slug
All slippery
Sliming up
Your frippery.
Hug a bug
And hug a bee
Lucky in
The lottery.
Ah
Autumn
icy wisps
curling, twisting
seek gnarly branches
impatient winds flurry
brown, red, yellow leaves gusting
frippery off quivering trees
stark proud beauty, naked, unadorned
Entered: Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
Dated 23/08/2019
Placed 2nd with thanks
Who needs words of description?!
Those are mere fillers of space,
They are poets' addiction
When they have nothing else to say.
Adjectives just make me shiver -
Shudder me with creeps and chills,
Should be banned from poets’ quiver -
As font of frippery and frills!
July 2, 2021
That is a tongue in cheek for a non-adjective contest. Treat it lightly please!
Sponsor: Jack Webster
With two left feet
he's clod-hoppery
tho' her little white porkies
are quite whoppery
as he thinks aloud
she's merely frippery
meanwhile she knows
he's really foppery
but slinking around
slippery-sloppery
in sandals she found
flippery-floppery
she came a-croppery
a total eye-poppery
yet flummoxed
gob-stoppery
he refrained
from quippery-flippery
remained on toppery
and maintained
ever chippery
Nature Strives to be beautiful
Morphing myriad, earthly hues
from macrocosmic frippery.
Her perfumed zephyrean breaths
Intoxicate the atmosphere
Stirring those that breathe to wildness
That only her tempestuous
Violence ultimately tames;
Yet her yin can be most tranquil
As not to ruffle a fledglings
Feathers or ripple mountain tarns.
She favors none of her children
within her sphere of influence
sustaining only the strongest.
Push me in the door once more,
scrub me for the alter.
Return me to the sacraments,
the rituals,
the wafer and wine.
Place me, dazzled
among votive candles
that are such fat bones
for the weak flesh.
To each Holy Sister a token,
a little lingerie kept secretly -
a sign that love
with all its depths, frippery and frills,
will prevail.
On a Sunday,
we will lower Him
from the cross of our guilt,
chant:
enough, enough, enough!
Push me in the door once more.
Scrub me for the alter.
Return me to the sacraments,
the rituals,
the wafer and wine.
Place me, dazzled
among votive candles,
that are such fat bones
for the weak flesh.
To each Sister, a token,
a little lingerie kept secretly-
a sign, that love
with all its depths, frippery and frills,
will prevail.
On a Sunday,
we will lower Him
from the cross of our guilt.
Chant: enough, enough. enough.
Push me in the door once more.
Scrub me for the alter.
Return me to the sacraments,
the rituals,
the wafer and wine.
Place me, dazzled
among votive candles,
that are such fat bones
for the weak flesh.
To each Holy Sister, a token,
a little lingerie kept secretly-
a sign, that love
with all its depths, frippery and frills,
will prevail.
On a Sunday,
we will lower Him,
from the cross of our guilt.
Chant: enough, enough. enough.
Who says I am small
to lead and reach a Goal,
rain or shine, I walk tall
by my actions led by my Soul.
I carry no frippery
yet I shelter the tall,
even in paths slippery
I tread with no fear at all.
Life may seem to have its slant
miss not the higher Goals it shows,
be not lost in your own rant
Life is not all about one’s woes.
9/Sep/2023
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picture 2. You are the little girl.