Best Catherine Wheel Poems
He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
all that his mind and eyes perceived,
be they an ant or a mountain,
nothing was separate from him.
All was his mind.
Water drooled over mossy stones,
he smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of watery buds.
All was an energetic flow of synchronicity.
His body resonated to the mineral dance,
the vibrations within rocks and pebbles,
a living Word of light joining all things.
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
aural ligaments pulling white wingspans,
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
Senses flew together,
forming waterfalls of reality.
He understood that these imaginative insights,
expanded the creativity of the universal.
Sunlit raindrops bloomed like new-birthed planets.
The instinctive thoughts of voles and frogs,
revealed as a singular cosmos,
of co-terminus existences.
As he looked upon this seamless world
he knew he had the potential.
to leave footprints on the sky and sea!
This revelation
turned his consciousness upon a diamond-sharp laith,
creating the radiance of a holy grail,
one great enough
to hold all the innumerable Sons of God.
The cold night is awoken and warmed
A family of excitement ready to release their arsenal
Stored under the stairs until the big night
Let the show begin:
Traffic lights – whoosh colour changing
Rockets – whoosh bang screeching
Jack in the box – whoosh bang-jumping
Sparklers – whoosh fizzle-sparkling
Catherine Wheel – whoosh dizzy-spinning
The big one at the end
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nov 5th is close
Still need to finish the guy
Pa’s old clothes,
Pants, button up shirt,
Shoes and hat
Stuff and stuff
Make the guy firm
Plenty of leaves and hay
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
As we push the guy around the streets
People stop and stare
Drop a penny in our cup
One more penny for our fireworks
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Burn him
Roast him
Like he planned to burn
The House of Lords
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nighttime falls
A top the bonfire
With fireworks in his pocket
In the garden and burnt
Thanksgiving for the plot's failure.
Rockets, sparkler, crackerjack explode
A top of the bonfire Guy is seen
A lit curling and swaying
Sounds of spitting and crackling
As he burns the dry wood
Smoke tendrils and curls towards the sky
Children eating hot chestnuts
Cheering and dancing
At the sight of a Catherine wheel
Sparkles with coloured flame
Rotating quickly putting on a spectacle
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
11/30/2016
to late for the contest
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
30 December 2020
13 syllables per line
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
For Bonfire Night: Nov. 5 in England
Watch the rockets shoot into the sky.
Wave your sparklers till their sparkles die.
Watch the Catherine Wheel spin her delight -
whirls of red, yellow-gold, green and white.
Give the guy a penny, for he deserves no more.
Smoke him as you roast hot chestnuts giving him "what for"!
Lose yourself in the revelry of celebration’s hum.
As *cracker jacks are popping, recall where this all comes from!
11/28/16 for the Contest of Shadow Hamilton
*cracker jacks are a popcorn and peanut snack Americans eat at baseball games so I hope the definition I found for it is the one you mean, Shadow!! It was good to learn about this holiday. It's a bit like our 4th of July!
Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits,
Fili was annoyed. He wanted excitement.
He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves,
Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard,
He entered into his tree house in an angry mood.
Up in the attic he sat on a stool and pondered.
That night all fairyland would celebrate
The great feast of Midsummer. And everyone
Would parade his oft practiced skills.
Alas Fili had nothing spectacular to show.
In the dim light of the attic he spied a shine.
Fili had the best eyesight and somehow knew
There below the cupboard lay an alexandrite lode.
It shone and magic oozed out of it.
What could it be? He grabbed it and saw
A parchment with strange signs he could not understand.
Yet in the bottom was written so very clear:
Use me to fly, turn, swirl, but you must
Understand the signs or suffer you will.
A Catherine wheel opened the feast lightning the glen.
Immediately thousands upon thousands of fireflies
Flew around and illuminated the open grassy space.
Elves brought in the beer, sweetmeats, firewater.
The Firstborns danced around the Maypole,
Frog dances abounded as elves escorted the Fairy Queen
To her elaborated decorative throne. She smiled
And after a while she clapped her hers, and amid the clapping
She gave the sign that the much sought contest can start.
To be continued
GOOD OVER EVIL.
Corners are occupied with little folks,
Enough fund has been collected forfireworks night,
Guys sit with heap of fireworks aside,
Firecrackers wait to be lit or blown,
Cracker jack in shimmering colourful outfits look attractie,
Cyclonic Catherine Wheel just spins fantastic,
"Phush" sounding rocket flights to merge in the sky,
Vibrant sparklers go circling in little hands,,
No doubt its 5th November,serve hot chestnuts
Smoke fiesta it is,smoke fills the air,
Fireworks bring forth a majestic appeal,
Its victory of light over darkness.
Words used-Rocket,Sparkler,cracker jack,Catherine Wheel,smoke,guy and hot chestnuts.
A man called Guy Fawkes made a plot to blow up parliament on the %th November there is large bonfire and the guy is placed on the top and lit.Fireworks are also set off and hot chestnuts roasted to keep cold hands warm.
Contest;Penny for the guy.
Sponsor:Shadow Hamilton.
16/11/2016
The sparklers crackle as they sparkle
and rockets light up the the sky
but, as the Catherine wheel is spinning,
who thinks of the guy
who took his politics to Parliament,
along with barrels of dynamite,
was then caught then executed
when the fuses failed to ignite.
No cracker jacks for Mr Fawkes,
a subversive type of bloke,
who when his plans were tested,
watched them go up in smoke.
so as you munch on hot chestnuts,
please recall his fate
and light the touch paper
of your own views before it's too late.
11/05/16
Oh, where to plant my magic beans,
And bring to life my darkest dreams?
Is it in you, half measured glass,
On the bar that I might pass?
Will she notice you are laced,
And on her tongue that bitter taste?
Will she panic when her mind goes black,
Her vision blurs, her muscles slack?
Will she know when I creep in?
I doubt she will know anything.
The crowd moves too fast to focus
That face distorts into a haze
A lingering sensation
The fear I feel at his embrace
My body is too heavy
My skin, it feels too thick
My head spins like a Catherine wheel
And makes me very sick
Oh, how to thank my magic beans
For permitting me these dirty things.
What will I do when I get home?
For the first time I am not alone.
Dads old trousers and his disco shirt
packed tight with yesterdays news.
A mask for a face and a pram for his car.
He is sat outside the local shops
penny for the guy Mr. is our shout.
treacle toffee smashed with a hammer.
A toffee apple and a trip to the dentist's chair.
A hot dog with all the extras.
A trip to the bonfire on the backfield.
Me and my dad lighting a Catherine wheel .
Rockets light up the heavens
and the faces of those who watch.
The only bad thing about bonfire night.
Is that Guy Fawkes failed to blow them Politian's up.
comp entry 02/11
Riding on a rocket
Towards the stars
One is the brightest of them all
Let's call it the sparkler
The masterchief of the partyhosts
The crackerjack banging the wall
It's making the catherine wheel turning
Through the fage clouds and their smoke
I gave you a penny for your thoughts
And sold it to the guy and hot chestnuts
Fireworks Inside Me
That day
you stepped
into my life.
A sparkler ignited
with a dash of delight.
A match
was lit
as sparks flew.
Sprinkling stardust
with chasms just for you.
The moment
I heard
your voice.
Bangers popped
literally blowing my mind.
You smiled
a Catherine wheel
spun inside.
My heart lit up
as you were etched inside.
A countdown
had begun
five, four, three.
Two quick to one
my heart to you had succumb.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
Kate.
Catherine Wheel.
Left only char-mark traces on
this dirty laundry line post;
unrequited love so brightly shone
scarred by a pyrotechnical ghost.
Spun.
Vibrant fire.
White hot with turquoise spangled eyes,
burnt, exploded, rattled death;
as tails of auburn fireflies
blew kisses of fleeting gossamer breath.
Flash.
Sudden dark.
Spectral afterburn, protoplasmic and cold
then nothing save a vacant space;
dreams and youth fell numb and old
in the vacuum of a lost embrace.
Kate.
Catherine Wheel.
Spent firework, beckons yet she warns
burnt offerings are the end of it;
a heart may ache and forever mourn,
some things should never be re-lit.
Warbling otters never fly in pans. So be mindful when taking oneself on an extended journey to the never ever. Bats can be great fortesses. Fodder for god. Wow. Swoosh. How quite ridiculous an arrow in a pointed hat. How nonsensical. And whimsical. Wimpy orifices then in a geranium moon beam. Pointless picking a platted plant in a midnight caress. Oh how tangible the lucid aura of a booming bass bin. Tripping out a tide. Tangible elephant tusks. Well,they're out to take a bead. A bead of thought. Of progress. Oh how and wow the spinning Catherine wheel takes in the flame. X diaphragm of a candle. Spin spin spin then spun. Ah good now have a rest on a plastic tyre. No restriction. No laws in a layered outfit of leaves fur and fauna. Radiating. Radios. Radical. Radioactive radiant radishes. Xx Xeon xi. *** City centre clapping *** orbited ornately xx hahahaha xx xx I like the aroma of bean sprouts in a morning pan *** panoramic *** z
Rocket launch in the air above the tree
Catherine Wheel conceive on the 5th July
but feels weary
The sparkler smoke is in the sky like a distance memory
Celebrations of fireworks could be heard from a far
Catherine looks at the world of guys in the crowd
wonders if theirs better days
Cracker jack heart is pleased with hers
Their love is troubled like a broken plate
Guy in the distance with the hot chestnuts
wonder if Catherine will love again