Short Fronting Poems

I am standing, fronting a tree
The Tree said to me, "How are you today?"
I said, "Thank you for asking. I'm okay."
The Tree smiled and gave me some fruits for free....

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Crumbling colonnades, ivy laced,
fronting fractured windows, ghost faced,
where once a family was housed.
Warped in time like a web,
forgotten picture of the dead
who here used to love, laugh, and live.

March 5, 2022...

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gold
fronds of
sunflowers
frame large center-
dance around a stage
of velvet-like, plush brown

rising as queens and kings
in fields- fronting sun 
sway side by side 
showcasing
nature's
gift

August 18, 2021
...

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Long day,
towards glorious dawn!

What is it to know...

Brusque night,
fronting twilight!

What is it to know...

Measurment of time,
what fickle line,
trespasses among the mind-
that decieve the heart!

What is it know...

Oh-

That's to know-...

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love is a drug
its a down and a high is lust
love is to chill out
lust has styles
if love is to savour
lust is to pizazz the flavor
ya'll fronting like you know better








wRAP the flow like so : its a down and a high. and a high is lust...

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Tulips fronting daffodils
  Azaleas in pots on windowsills

Rows of rainbow chrysanthemums
  Mingle with orange geraniums

Bright pink peonies ready to pop
  A bird of paradise sits on top

Still ~ Red roses always make my day
  Arrange them in a sweet bouquet...

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I wish to be out on the streets
tearing up the pavement
My speed
too fast and furious for your soul
My moves
you gotta step up to keep up
I'll take you down
I'm not fronting boys
I got my NY homies watching my back
Tiny and compact
with a powerful step
Watch me go by
you'll taste the heat...

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When we stand up we are alone
With your thoughts feeling like stone
Fronting up for the first attacks
Thinking through and pacing back

There are those you love to help you through
But in the end it’s up to you
To weather the storm until the end
And make your mark to defend.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Cute clever clown
Face fronting frown


Stream stealing smiles
Prompt plunder piles


Sad story stays
Live limpid lay


Preach petty poise
Niche naughty noise


Loud laughter lives
Gaudy ground gives


Rich rivers run
Pick pretty pun




Leon Enriquez
24 May 2081
Hamlet Place, ACT...

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Here's to being ordinary 
And making the world go around
They won't have their name
On a statue in the centre of town
But they look after their family
And fronting day to day is their homily
And they always clock in on time
In the end what they leave behind
Will be for family and friends alone
And there is nothing wrong with that! 

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase 
on the mantel
stems ascending 
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama...

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Childhood cavalcade upends
Serial stage pestilence
The kind of poisonous air barricade
That shunts the stitches when they twitch open

Human mind, they said
Stock in storerooms with mascara
Legitimate front to foot the system
With a pedal to the heart attack machine

When fanciful rage chops green
Evenly cut to make the barrage simple
As stacks of fallacy float out the door
All the clown scenery comes tumbling down...

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we once rode together
sipping sherry sweet angel skin
fabled silken locks staving off 
dream’s killing wind

no idea of our value
as we lay treachery’s faint skidmark
on the ice fronting
dreamboat market

gyrating dark stars
stunned stone sapphires strewn across howling
midnight meadows
petulant organ grinder was I
churning melodies sublime

all the while counting orgasms like shooting stars
knowing we donned

tresures from afar...

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A sly Sunday smile
Shadows hide between 
Words so soupy
Some starving sister surely sips
Yet this brother’s lips
Serves spanks
That can’t plant peace
Jerks that don’t move deep
Inside where soul resides
Pretending to care with flare
So fabulous to view 
It’s like a silent movie
As he talks to you
He pretends to be
A big man with cheese
We all know and love him
This mama boy thief
Who could be king
If he’d only be
And stop fronting...

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A lobby's meant to represent
The building it is fronting,
To welcome all who enter
From the elements it's blunting.

It may be fancy, to impress
Or functional and boring
But either way, it greets us
From its ceilings to its flooring.

And whether an apartment, office,
Inn or a hotel, 
The lobby sends a message
Not too easy to dispel.

It lets us know if we fit in
Or if we don't belong
And nothing can convince us
That our feelings might be wrong....

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JOURNAL II – The
Last Few  

The old, empty house
     just next door.
They say it’s
gutted, pipes and
all.
It’s boarded-up now
     sad     
ghostly,
The metamorphosis
over a long period

Walking by one day I
wonder at the wealth
of 
Roses by the front
sidewalk
Life goes on
And I catch at the
realization

Such a wealth of
flowers,
Such beauty fronting
the ugly old place
I smooth a petal
with one finger,
deep in thought
Oh yes, the last few
will be searching...

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