Best Cone Poems
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh, my.
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh why?
Lions and Tigers and Bears are not really all that scary to me,
When we read the facts about other animals in tropical forests, and under the sea.
We should change the song to this little tune:
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh my.
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh why?
These little creatures are as scary as the cone snail which is no cartoon.
The cone snail has a hypodermic-like needle with venom, shaped like a harpoon.
So if you see a cone shell, on a beautiful beach,
Remind yourself it may be alive, before you reach.
If you are in a rain forest, and you see the cutest little golden frog hopping through,
Know before you pocket it that it weighs less than an ounce, but has enough poison to kill you.
The golden poison dart frog could take you out, and nine of your favorite fellow travelers too.
The toxin, which comes out of her sweet little skin,
could show you all what a mood she is in.
The puffer fish is clumsy, and slow, and cannot readily hide.
But his toxins are more deadly than twelve hundred spoons of cyanide.
Lions, tigers, and bear, oh my.
Better them than the puffer fish, golden dart frog, cone snail, and the tsetse fly.
The red umbrella was the sign
An icy treat would soon be mine
A memory when I was young
When snow cone magic cooled my tongue
A block of ice perched on a cart
A masterpiece, a work of art
The line was long but soon I’d be
Filled with joy and summer glee
I watched the vendor scrape the ice
Fixed upon the strange device
Particles that sprayed about
Cooled my face from summer’s drought
Then he shaped the precious chips
I dreamed of how they’d cool my lips
Now the time to choose at last
My flavor choice the man would ask
Coconut would always win
And so he’d start to pour and spin
A bottle rich with sweet delight
Oh how I loved that icy sight
Done and paid now it was time
True happiness for just a dime
Then racing fast against the sun
As coco ice would melt and run
Oh noble cone, knight fluorescent.
Rooted, proud and irridescent
Soldier, friend, stalwart defender,
Stood firm betwixt chaos and fender.
Your pedestal, foursquare foundation. Beacon bold stood at your station.
The wizard's hat sent to protect. Calm, aloof and circumspect.
A cone, a clone, in columns prudent. The holy grail of drunken student.
So we salute you pointy friend, our angel to the journey's end.
Magnificent, little band of brothers. No thought for self, only others.
So much more than shimmering plastic, you are the one true light fantastic.
Sitting here alone
With just an ice cream cone
Sucking at the side
With nothing to hide
A kid at heart
And no impart
No one to adhere
Ice cream from ear to ear
Licking up and down
Without so much as a frown
Like a boy so boisterous
Oh that creamy goodness
M-any tourists the world over
A-re in Mayon's safety site;
Y-es, the amazing lava fountain
O-f the volcano is clear at
N-ight.
V-iew the Philippine perfect cone,
O-nce you travel to Albay;
L-ove the beauty of nature,
C-herish the ashes that pass by.
A-ll things are nicely created
N-o one else but by God alone;
O-pen your eyes and heart to the Philippine perfect cone.
Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they will collect more pine seeds & stock up ahead of time
Atop a decorative table a basket of pinecones sit festive and clean
No resin to speak of no brittle edge left, from the forest of dreams
A little girl with a tub full of glue stickied and sparkled until two
Til' a pinecone flew out of the pile and yelled, "Tell me, what is new! "
They talked for a while then, she hopped into bed;
Santa arrives with a jolly old bounce, leaving a doll with a flounce
Down in the valley the lumberjacks cut, but up in the Country their sought
Thank God for the pinecones that talk and for those that do not
Its gonna be a long cold winter so "wear your winter mitts"
says the pinecone to a Jolly Santa, who jiggles and jangles
then laughs with a tickling fit...
Atop a decoartive table the pinecones arranged all with shine,
ready for a Christmas of love, that arrives just on time.
*A Single Pine Cone*
A single pine cone
Lying on a bed of snow
Its shadow seen against the morning’s curtain
Lying there cold and all alone
A pine needles throw from the old blue spruce
Sleep little pine cone
Sleep so tenderly
For soon the sun will nudge you more intently
Announcing the approaching signs of spring
Sleep while you can for the squirrels and the chipmunks
Are also welcoming in the entrance to spring
Gwendolen Rix
9-7-14
(this is a little form I cooked up last year and called it 7/5 trochee. I like to use it for fun little tales. Saw this dog the other day!)
Little dog nearby my house,
cone around his neck.
Guess if he could talk, he’d bark:
What the bleeping heck?
What’s the mutt supposed to do
if he wants a bone,
with his head so tiny stuck
deep inside that cone?
Do his doggy buddies laugh,
seeing him like that?
He can’t even catch a break.
Sure won’t catch a cat!
Next I see him trying to
poke his scraggly head,
not with great success at all,
in a flower bed.
I should tell his owner that
cones look pretty lame.
Let the poor thing stay inside;
Save his hide from shame!
Anyway, the sight of him
made me come right home -
after a good chuckle - to
write this silly poem!
Mabel Vera Cone
1893-1911
No one knew I existed.
No one knew I died.
No one, not even my family,
Knew I lived in the back,
Out back, way behind the small white house
On shady Canobie Street.
No one cared one iota.
No one wondered where I was
Or where I was going.
If loneliness were a flower,
I would be the faded one,
Growing and struggling reluctantly
Amidst the devouring weeds,
Out back, way beyond and hidden there,
Amidst the consuming burdock
And the golden creeping jenny there.
When I died that day,
The last Saturday in moody June,
I was alone and afraid.
No one knew I existed.
No one, not even my family,
Knew I was dying.
Dying in the darkness,
Dying of inescapable isolation,
The disease of misery and melancholia,
Out back, way beyond and hidden there,
Behind the small white house,
On shady Canobie Street.
pine cone was the root
prayer was the foundation
newfound is new life
subtitle: The Wonder of Unspoiled Beauty
Deep in the cone, function unknown,
wee kernels stand by on their throne.
A life spent with me - lodge pole pine.
Blistering heat – preordained sign,
nudges my embryos who groan.
Resin melting, fire whistle blown!
My seeds now burst forth, as if thrown,
bidding goodbye to former shrine
deep in the cone.
Years passed before purpose was shown;
suddenly these kernels are sown.
Flames will consume me by design
but soil welcomes my seeds to shine.
They'll sprout soon, a dream of my own
deep in the cone.
written January 4, 2012
The pine cone,
The wooden pine cone,
The brown pine cone,
Had a long story to narrate,
Its parent tree grew along a hill slope,
Fruit was born on its node,
When tree was about twenty feet long,
It began as a green soft nodal presence,
Loads of nutrient soon came along,
Sun shone bright,
And air zoomed to and fro,
The parent sucked all the water it could,
Days went fast,
And fruit began catching with youth fast,
Soon it had acquired fleshy arms,
Spread in conical splendor,
It now hung down,
Sun now shone real bright,
Bathing it day and night,
Tanned and tanned,
With nutrients flowing to new and fledgling,
The fruit had turned mature,
Its tether to the parent was also not so sure,
Winds blew one day hard,
And the pine cone came hurtling down,
It lay there unattended by mountain folks,
And was scraped again and again by the nature,
Till the time I came along,
And picked it up for its pristine beauty,
All of this and more,
Was told to me by the cone,
As it hung in my living room to decorate.
Pine cone resting in tree top,
when a gentle little breeze,
gives him a little push,
falling so slowly to the
ground, kissing the needles
as it passes on by.
written 5-9-11
Standing on an open meadow, I had the celestial blues...
wanting to feel what was like to be somewhere else,
on a different planet where sunsets had luminous hues;
was there another universe more beautiful than ours?
Night came as silence became deeper, imagining of spotting a spaceship
landing where I was standing anticipating the invasion of funny-looking aliens...
the cone-shaped-head extraterrestrial as they began exiting without hurry or fret;
would they have resembled the sophisticated Egyptians with long skulls and faces?
How confident was I that they would have come as I had planned?
Perhaps using imagination as a mere fantasy would have helped me,
so roaming around with restless movements, I had to trust they would have landed
on the foggy, dark plain...it seemed a dreary scenery only seen in a fictional story.
Lots of folks have claimed to have seen them in their backyards, or in their home...
I wanted to believe that by feeling the same awe and unexpected surprise;
and would the cone-shaped-head extraterrestrial have harmed them?
They were as curious as we are, trying to reach us by traveling millions of miles.
In the middle of the meadow, there was an empty barn...I saw a steady gleam
flickering through the tall door as twelve pale yellow creatures appeared to me,
I was captivated by the awesome sighting....they walked gently and quietly;
they had pointy ears and skinny legs, red-flaring eyes to induce a terrifying scream.
They weren't cold-blooded, or conquerors...by their kind looks, they asserted trust,
and they carried no weapons of any kind: coming in peace was a friendly gesture;
the tall one said, " Don't be afraid...we are a peaceful race coming from Alcrut,
the furthest planet never discovered by humans...it has the brightest sunset ever! "
" Come with us, we'll show you its magnificence...it is gold-gilded as our shields,
as an orange rainbow stretches for miles overseeing our glorious cities,
and to assure you, we fight no neighbor, our main intention is peace. "
I shouted, " Say no more, it's time you whisked me away to admire your sunsets!"
Purple cone flower
Cone shaped center attracts
All hungry insects