Best Funnels Poems

Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with...

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CHRYSALIS


Sitting in silent reverence 
I gaze upward towards your galaxy...
The endless canopy stretched out
Before all eyes...
An infinite splendor of 
Light, energy, portals, stars
Mysterious unknown spaces

Silent notes fill my soul
Playing my heartstrings
Reminding me of ancient memories 
Memories of...
Our journey together

Inside the chrysalis
I embrace you...
Growing together 
Intertwined...

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two boys racing
dash, dart, tear
airburst in a clearing punched open
arms of piston pumping disperse white funnels
                             ...

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She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
 
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
 
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
 
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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OBSESSION OF SOAPS

obsessed with the daylight hours
specifically the graven-image afternoon
like high place dungeon towers

calgon’s commercial didn’t “take me away”
but a clever string of soaps did the trick
yes ~ for three “wholesome” hours every day

like following a clever treasure map
i lived for “all my children”
Such lovely...

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Deep funnels gurgling
                                  From abysmal drums rumbling
     ...

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I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun 
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just...

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DIMINISHING HEX-ON-VERSE


A hex on this verse
how could it be worse
tongue in cheek or terse
potion to reverse
a poetic curse

quivered arrows
wingless sparrows
Sphinx and Pharaohs
distant gallows

funnels bend
wordless blend
poems end

contend
pretend

words


John G. Lawless
1/2/2015

N/S NOT SUBMITTED...

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This is meant to be a manual, a set of sober instruction
that you can use, once you get past this lengthy introduction,
as a “how to” for learning to feel what it feels like when you fly,
and to free your earthbound body so you can scamper...

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The elegant thoughts of a precious mind the computational formula of a wicked demise. 
Conceptual seires of theories a conspiracy to seduce persuasive succulent poetry.  
Wicked mistress of promiscuous thoughts succulent dreams aromas of fresh gratuities a blurring of mixtures to blended abstracts.

 Funnels...

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This is for Andrea D. who asked for my Cow Gas poems.  I have at least one more to 
post.  Look for California Cows.    Mike

Cow Gas

I’m putting my cows all on Beano
With the veggies they eat – oh the gas
Eight...

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Moon Spoons

We dive into each other with love from highest peaks of the mountain
               quench our thirst with no parachute needed as we drink from the fountain
in free fall we enter...

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CHRISTMAS GIFTS


Churches – fill with cameo believers,
He sits outside shivering in the cold,
Returning to the fold - self deceivers
Immune to fate - no battered cup to hold.
Snow swirls in mystic funnels lacking faith
Tantalizing visions adrift in space
Manic angels praying with homeless wraith
Acknowledging the cold and...

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The grass, just about dry, 
 is canary, clothed in evening sun, 
now sinking beyond the colorful portrait,
canvassed on nature’s abundant spread;
a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers. 

The cool breeze funnels through valleys 
carved into towering crags, 
and gently commands the trees to...

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