Best Gyrations Poems

So many falling stars!
A meteor shower bursting
like a miniature firework,
Silvery sparkles diving down the sky,
There behind the northern star
Down to the hazy horizon
Far from the...

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I walked in and found a chair,
And sat down and saw you there;
The light was shining, the light was low,
The candle flickered soft and slow.

The...

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OBSERVATION – 2017

Far from Monet’s garden
    with ruptured thought of plain air
the futurist philosophers have tasted
    the poison mushroom
...

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When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus.  Then one day I realized the circus was life!  Are we...

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Now let me be the first to hasten to say,

And all your smirks and snide remarks allay,

That I've never darkened the door of a cabaret,

Where...

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People in my school have names for someone like me.
    Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
   ...

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I'm lost in the sound,

lost in the music,

trapped in the decibel,

caged by the keys,

hidden in the rhythm.

The maze of harmony 

complicates my gyrations

controls my movements.

Encore,...

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When blackness turns into light

Society could not deny
what we saw
with our own two eyes.

We saw blackness
turn into light
soulful stars
illuminating
white nights.

Jackie was a pioneer
his love lifted...

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O'er the undulating prairie where grows soy beans and corn,
Generations of premier basketball players have been born.
The Hoosier State of Indiana, where budding talent is...

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With clothes casually worn;
she sashays with ease of skill.
And in a dress, stained and torn,
stops for a drink or a pill.

She enters bars like a...

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Google Maps told me today
that my Phoenix to Tucson drive
would last an hour and fifty-seven minutes.
At excactly two-nineteen I would arrive.

But surely it is folly...

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LUST IS AS ILL-CONSIDERED A WEED
  AS EVER STOLE SCENT


Rejected in the main as superstition -
A gadfly, I’m alone upon the weed:
A hot cinquefoil...

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"Our horses are well-trained and subdued!", blared the stable sign!
That made a lot of horse-sense to me and suited me just fine.
I'm not an equestrian...

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They conquered land before habitations --
Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Until arthropods assumed their stations
(Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans).  
They conquered land before...

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The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's...

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