Best Arcing Poems

Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our daily business, 
as if all our tomorrows are far away...

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MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing canopy
Each arm like a single tree of temperate terre
Forming structure a living city in the air

Great parasol once shaded tiger...

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Walking in sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
the brambles cut deep savage the mind. Yet the bowl to be filled
the jam to be boiled the bread of hope to be flavourful,
the innocence of it all enhanced by the beauty of this place.

an arcing rainbow
blazon...

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In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere,
Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air,
Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light,
Arcing jet-streams counterpoint with sunspots blinding bright.
And in the dreams I have of her beneath blown skies of tangerine,
Angelic, incandescent, paints the sweetest...

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Still brook reflects the morning silver light
damselflies play chase between the reeds
dun cygnets now awash in virgin white
as through the mist a new dawn slowly bleeds.

Bare branches splay, verdant in gloves of green
pink blossom proudly flaunts the shawl it wears
the willow, many months stood shy,...

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I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told. 
About a mighty being eastward 
With arcing wings of gold.  
Its breath alone brewed fierce storms
A shaken feather made thunder roar. 
And God have mercy on the soul
Caught in her rage's downpour. 
I...

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The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys have come to life!

They are engaged in no mere game:
A toyland battle to the death!
The superheroes are to blame;
The men...

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Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben

Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight

Forested slopes
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide

I look to the skies
As they turn...

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I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.

Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept...

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it moved on its own like electricity 

shimmering 
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or 
like air in my tires
...you rolled 

drove me
roved me with sleight of hand 
melt of my belts 

turn of the wheelhouse
you slid me to left
rocked me hard to right
dressed me 
cloaked me
in...

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MY TREE - IT SHALL SURVIVE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
Residing native of the fecund land
It’s limbs supporting graceful arcing canopy
A wondrous teeming aerial village live
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He’s a guy, he’s just a guy
He will not look away
He will look you in the eye
He will fart
It will stink
Blow his nose
Spit in the sink
Cuz he’s a guy, just a guy

He will help ya change a flat
Tell ya when you’re gettin’ fat
He will take...

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A little ways north of Mill Creek
the beach runs round
to a single wide arcing swath

Where the tide stems landward in shattered segments
fast against the open mouth
of sea and sand and barnacle

There is also a cliff near the free stone rising
above the under-base of a million...

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Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm. Another 
arcing motion, arm casting pole. Bobber spins 
a helicopter course through sun-nipped air.
Loons call a soulful greeting, the moans...

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Of cold and clear December skies,
and wisplike clouds with deep, blue eyes.
Full moon adrift with stars in tow,
bright sheen and twinkle, night in flow.

We savor this night's arcing sweep
while strolling near our earthly keep,
surveying vast, celestial spheres
to learn your secrets, so austere.

We stand and ponder...

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