Best Cotton Poems

Down south of a dirty delta town
after double-winged dusters sweep low
White hats, bent backs and bloody hands
sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields
Backed by a choir of ten thousand crickets
reaching up to touch heaven with a song...

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Daddy picked his cotton
Six scorched days a week
Sundays were sunny gleeful
Cotton candy I held in hand
He took me to the county fair
Pink and pretty as could be
Balloons hid my child's tears
for the days he toiled away

My daddy loved to toss me
high up in the air
he'd yell, I love you
My pink beautiful butterfly
Ferris wheels and chocolate...

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Cotton candy castles

When you look closely at an idea,
it has no weight.
The holes seem to weigh
more than the thought itself
The idea can never happen.
It can never be real.
It is too preposterous,
too stupid.
The light is shined into
the cavity of a brain, and
the ideas melt away like
bits of spun sugar melting
in your mouth. Small, Insignificant
Fluff never to...

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                                           Pampas Grass' tassles
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Summer's surf rising from ivory tides be her light...
Reflecting from an hourglass these prisms she sways
Breaking waves their eyes conversations ladies they gaze....

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Charming patterns surround us,
          whispering in
          shadows of our lives.
Born as thoughts, painting our dreams
          with landscapes
          of greens,...

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softer then cotton
warm as a hot cup of tea
cat purrs beside me...

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Attached to the trees,
...of his mind’s fascination.
Caressing virgin pages 
With a borrowed pen.
Trapped in a time...
...of being owned by someone.
Where freedom was only, 
for the birds in the wind.

He’s heard of New York,
He’s heard of LA...
These are the thoughts,
He shares with the moon...
The humid day...
...blows dust on his face.
His father runs over,
 “Get ta pickin’...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor crop
windmill slow to run
water still and dun
well drop
worn clothes overdone
unbleached and homespun
no fop

dry, dingy sweatshop
broken fence post prop
damn sun
blind heat nonstop
a silent eavesdrop
poor crop
bleeding fingers mop
hellish spinning top
Grandma...

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Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather live
happily
with my blue tongue
than die
with the past’s
bitter taste
on my lips.

8-8-09...

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I'm denuded from the extravagant
When the breeze, gliding icy scent
The season of valentine, birds chirping in their nest
Whence I'm stepping on paradise, on the cold cotton road
Now my costume is rustic, I'm listening music-folk

The bird of passage is starring, the sky so blue
The tall primeval wearing white coat greets "I welcome you"
And All around the...

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Cotton And White Clouds

Cotton squeezes spongy soft in sanguine undertows
Flows calmly through the gentle fingers slow
Babies feel them caress their tender skin and sigh
Thin fibers rise to weave a dream of pure new white                     ...

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With cotton candy 
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat

A Ferris wheel 
To make you squeal,
The carousel 
Sure looks swell 

Toss a ring
To win something, 
Pop a balloon 
You'll get it soon

Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you wish
Take home a goldfish 

Stay there all night
For every sound...

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Chunks like white cotton that
Can float in sky. Clumps of
Condensed water vapor
Cause rain on earth, bringing
Cheer in summers. Canvas
Countryside they adorn.
Could sometimes mean gloom too!...

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He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the sidewalks
 Before he the doors

Sounds like a lot of work
But he enjoys it everyday
It’s the cotton club
With great jazz music every day

In this boarded up building
On 142nd street and Lenox...

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