Best Coned Poems

sari of morn floats

draping temples with orchids,

as Angkor Wat blows its mist

to flame coned incense;

and in the still of homage

pilgrims wander with their gods.


Angkor Wat, Cambodia

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May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand...

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Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
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Just outside the window
    a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
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Oh Sweet Seasons,
          Return to me

 Bring back the summers
          of love in the sand
 of champagne moons
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                         Stateless

			…thatched houses catch fire
sparrow tires from romping in the coned-flower chestnut   
     tree
				alights on...

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Colours 
 
A passionate Red Man, in this cold, cruel, blue world, 
stands, – one eighth blood in his veins, that doth swirl – 
on his own, watching black prejudice all around, unfurl, 
permeating every fiber, every grain of his marrow
that lay within the heart...

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Form: Free-Verse

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Mr. Gecko,
You are not Geico
Mr. SoBe,your name is not Ghecki.
Mr. Wiesman, your heritage is not Gargoyle.
Lime illuminating, advertising
Chirping, adhering to the humidity covered pane.
Hemut Stump toed comrade,
Licking lidless membraned eyes,
Perfected coned vision.
Wafered padded setae,
Suctioning eight times his body,
straddling atop sleek blades of greenery.
Dwarf extinct.
New Zealand`s...

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Perilous addiction hell bent completion deluded cohesion.
Negative infusion feathered motion, spiraling down like a crispy weathered October leaf.
Faded grasp like the winter sun in vision the same but a difference so vast 
The echo of mankind never seldom to my ear, peace of mind never...

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What are you doing here? Are you where you're supposed to be? 
What are you doing here? It's not just a question of curiosity
We are not always where we need to be when it comes to God 
We are often times out of our place...

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Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty floral curve in the air. Especially when the expedition notes...

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As a little lad next door
always did I fancy her
The ring of Marie the big girl.

Her finger had this ring
I thought of it as diamond
precious,nice, always glittering
never thought she could be coned.

I wished I was big
to offer to it security
I would borrow that; the ring
always...

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Evil Shadow

The quiet before the storm, 
is more sinister...
than it has ever been. 
Because, 
there has never been a squall, 
like the one ahead.

Food, energy and resources, 
scattered about on the floor, 
stepped on, and made useless, 
changed and made harder to eat, 
and/or worse,...

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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed in gold, with their brassy red and blond manes, as...

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Prospect to rejection in a matter of minutes 
Always in a lifetime people rarely finish a sentence
We hop from line to line, relationship to relationship, family to family, job to job
Without adding the comma’s and periods
The problem in America is we don’t take our relationships...

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