Fancy Free Poems - Poems about Fancy Free

George asked for a date, supposing I’d wait all day. That morning at eight I stood by my gate; oy vey! He called and said, “Mate. I’ll be really late. OK?” His mate? I said, “Hey, your style’s not the way for me. I’ll go to the bay and find my friend Ray. Then we on jet skis will play.” (Ray’s gay I’d not say. Hee hee.) Ray’s such a sweet pea. We laughed...

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Footloose and fancy-free ...

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words hover through the air like music the good the bad and the ugly selected meticulously to strike a chord a mood send a message deep from the heart meant to drive home a point reach out to express to share a longing in a whim committed thoughts to paper lined in images shared in a poem rhyme or be it fancy free playful muse of the...

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Down here you will see The remains of Fergus McKenzie Who wanted to live fancy free Mrs. McKenzie didn't agree A funny epitaph poetry contest Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe 9/12/18...

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FANCY-FREE ...

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On the theme of fancy-free I’ve no rules attached to me Can write of nonsense if I choose Or use a hippo as my muse Can write all day or not at all Or script about a bar room brawl It’s fun to sometimes play the...

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I can’t get close to people, I’m fancy-free. I hide in the shadow of the steeple, for eternity. I see the world from my peep hole, as my own VIP. My brain is as sharp as a needle, Yet my soul has abandoned me....

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Footloose as a child I played games dancing barefoot in the rain shoes were only restrictive pain; too soon I grew baring everything I was taught and knew life and friends were a parting few remembered true. Today I'm older wiser given to memories lost advisers with responsibility rising like a...

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It's so good to be fancy-free, To just be me. I sit beneath this big oak tree Drinking wine, writing poetry. No one to tell me, "Hurry up!" I drink my wine in a coffee cup. No one to tell me, "Shut up!" I say what I please, I stand up. It's good to be footloose Without my neck in a noose. Maybe I'm chunky...

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When I was fourteen I was bored with me. The older boys had an eye for the girls, The younger ones still played marbles, you see, And I was stuck 'tween the games and the curls. My grandpa is a wise old man, thought I. So I asked him what a young boy should do. "Hear the wind,my boy, could that...

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footloose fancy-free wish to be so carefree not in the cards for me to my dismay never was one so free its not in my DNA i fear to be such a one...

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FANCY-FREE INNOCENCE fancy-free with poetic slippers, zoetic zephyr on tippy-toes. a ballerina schemes in untouched colors. words pop, revive, ...

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Forever I had dreamed of my “Happily Ever After” scene. As a child, I became Snow White or Cinderella in my dreams. Never had I imagined living all alone and fancy free! Childhood fantasies included lots of children and tire swings. Yesterdays dreams were replaced; my future was yet to be. Friends married and drifted away; education reshaped life. Reality kept...

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Oh! My lovely fancy of my costly drink I can’t stay without you at evening ...

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My fancy isn’t costly though sometimes it can be. I fancy this; fancy that, or at the drop of a hat, I’ll fancy things TOO fancy. Since I’ve not got lots of money, if too costly is my fancy, I’ll just make do, because it seems some things I want remain as dreams while I keep living fancy-free!! May 14, 2017 "For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest"...

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