Fiction Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#fiction
What’s Real?
Listen
I know you want to save me
But you can’t save me
When you’re the problem
I know you want to save me
But you can’t save me
When you’re the problem
#fiction
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Fiefdom of Evergreen-with Adagio
In nature's fiefdom of evergreen
dancing in shadows embraced
with the pulse and heartbeats
through woven verse
of patchwork butterflies
as twilight's bohemians
from flower to petal
Bohemian sky in sepia
collections of flowers on hair
dreams of the walk to San Francisco
where there’ll be lots of loving there
warm rays dance upon the water
graffiti of flowers on yellow vans
mountains majestic peaks reaching high
dancing in shadows embraced
with the pulse and heartbeats
through woven verse
of patchwork butterflies
as twilight's bohemians
from flower to petal
Bohemian sky in sepia
collections of flowers on hair
dreams of the walk to San Francisco
where there’ll be lots of loving there
warm rays dance upon the water
graffiti of flowers on yellow vans
mountains majestic peaks reaching high
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
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For the Love of Rye
The lady that ate too much rye,
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
oh my, oh my,
how she did love her rye.
Zero grams of fat
and zero cholesterol too.
No butter just plain bread,
oh my, oh my,
if she only knew.
She did so love her rye,
that's all she ever ate.
Oh my, oh my, oh my,
it just might be too late!
But eating all that rye,
no vegetables and no fruits,
nothing else in her diet
just plain dark store-bought rye,
oh why?
I guess it never crossed her mind,
that eating just one thing,
did...
#food
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
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Some Shingles Fall on Turd
self-proclaimed clever aiming to impress
shouts about thinking outside the box
he thinks he is keen speaking sharpness
in every words he accentuates his boasts
he has academic degrees from universities
maybe he has garnered many PHDs
maybe he has them in prints
on his clean white BVDs
he sounds so intelligent such flair
maybe he can charm words of the air
every speech is made confidently
even though sometimes it shows his stupidity
he is wordy and floats on his own dunghill
trying to bend others to his will ...
shouts about thinking outside the box
he thinks he is keen speaking sharpness
in every words he accentuates his boasts
he has academic degrees from universities
maybe he has garnered many PHDs
maybe he has them in prints
on his clean white BVDs
he sounds so intelligent such flair
maybe he can charm words of the air
every speech is made confidently
even though sometimes it shows his stupidity
he is wordy and floats on his own dunghill
trying to bend others to his will ...
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
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Butterfly Dance
She walked into the nightclub
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
in a tantalizing tight black dress
accentuating every curve
strangely beautiful, I must confess.
Wearing orange Bakelite jewelry
she bought for just fifty cents
silver rings on every finger
her confidence sure to impress.
She stepped out on the dance floor
swaying those curving hips
showing off her Monarch wings
a mischievous smile upon dark red lips.
No one knew what to make of it
they’d never seen a creature like her before
with wings spread out and fluttering
as she...
#butterfly
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
#dance
#seductive
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The Dragon King of Yore
when legends were real
and tales lived in majestic worlds
the dragons of fire of ancient tales,
roamed this realm a wonder to behold
there was a Dragon King
a man but a wondrous fearsome sight
whose swords were as wings
that he weld with majestic might
he rode on his horse
leading his army in glorious conquest
throwing men to their knees by force
and pledge their allegiance
but stop he did on his stride
when he saw a maiden fair
that he wanted for his bride
though she wasn't a noble's daughter ...
and tales lived in majestic worlds
the dragons of fire of ancient tales,
roamed this realm a wonder to behold
there was a Dragon King
a man but a wondrous fearsome sight
whose swords were as wings
that he weld with majestic might
he rode on his horse
leading his army in glorious conquest
throwing men to their knees by force
and pledge their allegiance
but stop he did on his stride
when he saw a maiden fair
that he wanted for his bride
though she wasn't a noble's daughter ...
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
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The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
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(my) Nymphs Reply To The Shepherd
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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The Blankety Blank Song
I knew an engineer and before he died,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, ...
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, ...
#rhyming
#fiction
#lyrics
#funny
#historical
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Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
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DU Poetry : Fiction Seeking Friendly Advice Poems