Best Cylindrical Poems

Please,
  Feel free ...
    Kick me down the street
      Like a dented can - label ripped, rusted edges

What else can you do with a damaged container of aluminum, right?
  Used, empty, bent and busted ...
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In the beginning was the word-
and the word was…

light darkness 
dawn promise  dusk despair.

I was a tempest
child a feral cat-
alone wild and
untamed eyes a
jigsaw of shattered chaos.

Mom sighs a rustle
Autumn leaves of
disappointment her gaze
a mirror reflecting every
misstep a stalag.

"Just Fix It!" her then
my mantra...

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Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . . 
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . . 
They live to serve, all they need is a...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting the present poésie 
Rimbaud’s Lettres du Voyant appear
of painful yesterday’s...

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Sunrise shimmering on your hair
Strands rise and wavy like mane of a mare
Soft and silky when stretched
Preened like feathers, not wretched

Hair cylindrical or long and blonde
Or tailed-black hair, straightened and tanned
Your scent till evening that sends affectionate waves
Pet I adore with perfectionate craves...

You are mine!...

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Mountain Of Mango Ice-Cream

It seems ages since we were young and untamed, enjoying rural pleasures
Summers were long and mango ice-cream sessions a ritual in the evenings
A thin custard was made of fresh buffalo milk and mango pulp was added
A thin mango custard mother made which...

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Electric shock. 
And so were those
Winter days. 

Hysterical, practical
And our supplements
To fight daily 
Loneliness. 

Mustard in her
Nails made shooting
in the Street far worse. 

A cylindrical whirlwind
of your suitcase
as you're weight lifting
And I'm drinking and 
So you are you and 
We're passing out now. 

I spilled...

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I told my brother he was amazed. It was starting to feel really
Spooky there. I felt fear and suggested to my brother to stay together.
He agreed. People were searching the skies. The stars were out and it
really was a beautiful starry night. The area had...

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I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners 
Tricksters of a memory

It was tender congruency at first sight
Delightful and captivating solid cubes
Even as they drooped into prisms 
As they vanished into hues of essence

They trembled at...

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A pile of dead branches lay on the ground,
Once proud, now forgotten and dead.
I drag them, with the tractor, off the side of the hill,
And dump them by the side of the shed.

Then the chainsaw comes out, all sharpened and shined,
Filled with black oil and...

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As the sky turns from blue to grayish black
Lightning and thunder begin to attack
The clouds send down a never ending rain
People begin to run, not looking back

But the ones that did became struck with fear
A cylindrical force spinning so near
Leaving a path of total destruction
And...

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I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She to cocoon beside you, Artemis?
Resplendent fallow flowers ecstasy coriander?
Do we sate the moons of Jupiter?
Funnel Now beyond we murks dilating...

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Signature

 Append the seal on the opening glee
 Of performance agog with clapping drums,
 The cylindrical bell calling to spirituous mundi
 Screaming flew about in the air;
 Perched on ears
 And pecked on fertile hearts,
 Consider not the frightened feet
 Aching at commencement,
 Wind to...

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Nothing was wrong with the leap;
It was made according to plan,
but the design was interrupted
by the abruptness of the plunge.
Maybe… there was a change of heart
somewhere in midair.
It is marked by a yelp of despair.
The sound of his pain bounces like a jax ball
from the...

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Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters...

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