Best Marbles Poems
polishing pieces
fragments of a broken brain
spinning poetry
MagiCicada17
Celestial chandeliers, strung aloft the Milky Way
Aligning as constellations, invisible by light of day
Torches burning, that the sun prevents us to behold
Earth's luminaries ignite as dusk begins to unfold
Yielding glitter more lustrous than flecks of feldspar
Evoking optimistic wishes from those near or far
Magnificently they sparkle on a black background
Alight are these orbs, as jewels they are crowned
Revealing to all that life holds abundant treasure
Beyond any value, their worth far beyond measure
Lending us such clear vision, as through a cat's eye
Exquisite marbles are the stars in the midnight sky
Sparkling in the heavens, fulgid light for you and I
I got a lot of thoughts
rolling around in my head
Idea marbles,
colored black, blue, white and red
That’s very Afro-American of me
to be thinking this way
This ol’ noggin’ got a pocketful of idea marbles,
do you wanna play?
Let’s build something, what do ya say?
It gets pretty noisy upstairs sometimes,
adults sure love to fuss and argue a lot
So lets go to the playhouse
of our dreams
and tinker around
Gonna piece together a lightning quick social go-cart,
fastest dispensing of charity you ever did see
I love seeing compassion take the last lap of victory
What else can we build swiftly before dinnertime,
how ‘bout a love kite that flies higher than cloud nine
Let it get caught in the tail wind of a mighty breeze,
watch all the hatred disappear beyond the trees
I’m so glad you wanted to play
with my idea marbles today
Colorful thoughts that every adventurous child
should have, I pray,
as their 24th century learning toy
Curiosity that’s never put away
by any daring girl or boy
Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do
Bro and I slid them on the floor as the door went smack clickety clack
we just laughed and rolled some more...
The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle
we rolled them in the heel of our hand turning them to the light
we would play for hours and never fight;
Then one day we grew old and the marbles were put away
I moved down South and Tony stayed in my childhood quarter
Today I pray each day that as the years go by, I won't begin to cry
over a lost marble or two when the cells won't multiply
We had life in the palm of our hand but we were too young to know
that sooner or later we had to change, and grow...
I heard a song about a pretty bird.
As he flies, he clearly warbles,
the prettiest sound you ever heard.
Below, a boy has lost in marbles,
but he never said a word.
As he sits, the words he garbles,
Stranger things, you've never heard,
ever since he lost his marbles.
OH you marbles in a jar!
Teacher wants us to guess how many of you there are
I try to count the ones showing, but I lose track
This silly circular jar, has neither a front nor back
The child with the closest guess, will undoubtedly score
The dangling allure of candy galore
After several examinations of size, girth, and magnitude
I devised a plan, I had to act rude!
I looked at the clock, five minutes left in class
It was time to act, I had to act fast
I jumped on my desk, pooting with my arm pit
Not stopping a bit, when the teacher asked quit
It worked! I won! A detention date!
Alone with a certain marble jar, was my fate
Ten minutes into detention
The teacher stood up, and said I’ll be back in five
Then up from my chair, I came alive
My tipped towed creep walk, had to look funny
But my marble guesstimate had to be on the money
The teacher walked back into the room
And set a manila folder down
I was safe, number known, fake snoring, seat bound
Detention had just started
I was shocked when she said I could go
But I was gone
Quicker than an arrow released from a bow!
After tossing and turning all night with no rest
I walked in the next morning, and turned in my guess
It seemed to me, to be, the longest day of the year
But it came
When the teacher announcing the winner
Announced my name
Clenching my fists
I shook them to the left And right of my head
Laughing to myself
“ I can’t believe it”, I said
As she walked to her Closet to award my Amazing feat
I noticed the manila folder On her desk
Had my out-poking
Allergy sheet
Highlighted Was the word NUTS…
How could this be
A years supply of Goobers
Was awarded to me!
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Moral of the story is... don't cheat! You are never as sly as you think you are.
"Marbles"
losing oneself
in the dance
is like a game
of marbles
snookered
you shoot
the pot
corner hole
unlit
never never
give up
it soon
becomes
the win
when you
lose
your marbles
you're leagues
way ahead
when they drop
you take the fall
there's only
one way to go, and
that is up
twister
is not a game
it’s not all
that you’ve read
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
marbles,
shooting shots
like long legged
legends
you take your shot
you're delerious
still laughing
like there's
no tomorrow
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
like legends
marbles,
loose
and lost
leagues ahead
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Pearl in sand of marble
by
Weston Gregory
Its her eyes, its her smile,
she's a wonderful girl all
the while.
There's no doubt where ever
she goes every man wants a bly;
One set waits on the corner and
whistle when she's passing by
one's bold and step up to her
to tell her hi.
She smiles, glints her eyes
and tell them bye bye,
good nature'ly telling them
please don't try.
Where ever she goes she
stands out,
walking,
talking,
standing, she's a classy lady
that's why
She's a pearl in sand of marbles
she's the season, modestly showing
she's stable'
An essence of fragrant petal,
her charm is no fable.
L unar influences on my mind
O ften make my senses all go blind
S anity takes a vacation break
T ranquility inside is now at stake
M y balanced nature is thrown askew
A nd I no longer know the truths I knew
R ambling is my spoken tongue
B elievable reality all comes undone
L ook inside my head and see
E mptiness where marbles used to be
S ans of all my sanity
Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage
why the Queen has it?
Multicolored multitudes
Awaiting their first game.
Rolling stones which
Bump contenders out of place
Landing just right
Enticing the shooters to
Strike them all out.
TLH © 06-10-2012
“These could make for a fortune”
I thought as I happened upon two
Perfectly shaped blue spheres on the ground.
They twinkled like the surface of a lake
Giving off an ethereal essence.
As I picked them up I could feel that
The sun had warmed them well.
“Yes, I will sell these,”
“If they are truly made of what I think they are,”
Then I shall definitely get paid handsomely.
Off I went to a Pawn Shop, to see how much they were worth.
“Not much,” The man said behind the desk.
“Maybe at least a quarter or so,”
I was infuriated. How could that be so?
They’re so wonderful!
I argued with him for a bit, but he kept to his word.
“They’re useless, that have no value,”
He left me to think.
But surely they had to have some.
You don’t just find two gems laying in the grass every day.
When I go home, I put them on my desk,
Along with the many other gifts from earth
That have been rejected for lacking value.
I lay own on my bed and think to myself
“Maybe, I’ll find something valuable tomorrow.”
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
I remember shooting marbles during recess time.
There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness.
Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines,
Hematite cores of some new known planets.
And cats' eyes with color-filled center swirls.
I horded them in a sweat darkened leather pouch.
A drawstring puckered shut this purse's mouth.
Sanctioned by an adult playground guard:
Risking all for a marble that you want,
You might lose the marble you liked best.
Until marbles everything was
A sideshow midway carnival arcade
With plastic ducks you paid to overturn
And received a prize of a number underneath.
Everybody won.
Years count fewer and fewer ducks
And more and more the marbles grow. (8/3/22)
Days of marbles
where recess
would find us
in the old school yard
gathering around
the circle we had made,
hoping we would fill our
bag full, before the bell rang.
Written 5-30-11