Short Second Fiddle Poems

 She was playing second fiddle
 Caught in a three way love affair
 Sometime love becomes a riddle
 She was playing second fiddle
 She found herself in the middle
 In this game of hearts all is fair
 She was playing second fiddle
 Caught in a three way love affair
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Orange streaks across the horizon
and supple reds sloppily dot
like stars in a naked sky.

Browns are all engulfing now.
A hungry wolf, 
steadily eating up the page.

Yellow splashes play second fiddle
to the darkening and
The greens melt like blocks of fresh ice
on an Indian summer’s day....

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Tippy Canoe and Tyler too
Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue
Red rhino steadies him as he leans
Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans

Rocket ship is kind of in the middle
played by a panda who is never second fiddle
they are all riding across the lake on a tan canoe
decorated by the busy gnomes from Timbuktu...

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I love to eat al fresco
When the weather is just right.
An ice-cold beer, good company – 
An absolute delight!

The meal is second fiddle
To the atmosphere and mood.
With gentle breeze and glowing sun,
Who cares about the food?

The northeast has a limit
On that perfect circumstance
So I try to take advantage
When presented with the chance....

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ottava rima

A rambling riddle; hope you'll play along...
Fingers when I have played too much cello. 
Head, neck and shoulders baked in sun too long; 
Zingers by Hostess and cherry jello. 
Used with blue and white, patriotic song; 
singers’ roses but not Texas yellow. 
Hot pink is like my second fiddle;
strawberries are a key to this riddle.

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It made sense the sky fell on Chicken Little
But Chicken Big doesn’t play second fiddle
So not to be beatin’
He just kept on eatin’
Until he doubled the size of his middle

Chicken Big’s now ready for his new calling
And this time it won’t be, just Little bawling
Coz the sky’s now ok
But the floor’s giving way
In fact Big is so big, the floor is falling...

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Joy of living should pulsate in your veins like blood
Joyous time is when spring laughs, expectations fulfilled
Creation of self delusion is boundless
You discover insecurity and admits uncertainty
An orchestra I play second fiddle
The limits are indifferent, discover opportunities
Unfamiliar fruits keep your cool
We climb the mountain trying to create order and safety
In myths pond I glimpsed an image of a slimy frog
Kiss it ~ you can try








22.04.2016
Sun :)...

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