Best Merry Go Round Poems

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.

Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves...

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You seduced, you stole, you exalted, you annihilated, 
You elevated, you decimated, you connected, you sucked me dry,
You opened me up, you closed me down, 
You delivered me to ecstasy, you devalued and discarded me, 
You were sensual, you were sardonic,
You made my heart smile,...

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When the fall came we knew everything had changed.  Whispers through the Aspens became a shrill voice of winters warning.  He was changing like the seasons.  They didn’t understand it at first but it became more apparent as time went on. ...

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Kittens spinning ‘round-and-‘round on a record player’s turn table;

Fuzzy balls of velvet hair, enjoying the ride.

Oh the elation of a, feline merry-go-round!
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God what is the purpose of giving me things
only to have it start all over again?
I don't want to have it 
Then start it again
I rather You don't give anything
then have it then do it again
It's not worth it to me
Actually it's worth s
I don't...

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The room you find yourself in isn’t lonely,
Neither is the world outside the window.
It’s the mind inside the head.
That’s the machine that drives the madness
And burns the shadows on the walls into dust.

There is nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run.
Only death can bring peace
That is so...

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Feel rotations spin;
Can’t see where I’ve been,
Years approach and joy flies by.
When did it begin?
Much to my chagrin,
Goals elusive drift to sky.

Time is no man’s friend.
Final days I spend;
With anxiety I cope.
Begging God to end,
Yet I just suspend,
Hung by threads from fraying rope.



*Written September 4,...

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Spring is finally here; it's warm outside,
meaning the fair will be arriving soon.
In my youth, I'd watch them set up the rides 
while the popcorn popper whistled a tune.

I loved to ride on the merry-go-round,
it was like riding a galloping horse.
Nothing else ever felt as...

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As summer grieves and bids it must go,
Fall burst forth in magnificent show,
Dressing the trees in crimson hued gowns,
‘Til breezes thieve and take their leaves down,
Lacing tapestries over the ground,
While fainter becomes the robin’s sound,
Waiting for winter to come around,
With a blanket of white, so...

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I hand you an apple, and you are off
on a delightful spin of possibilities.
The first thought is identification,
the next, perhaps, one of degree.
Do you wish to eat it now , or might it better
adorn the fruit bowl on your table
--but those are only two. ...

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such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors 
stripped of habiliments)...

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Hope it springs eternal
Though everything stays the same
Study ancient history
We're like moths to the flame....

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The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.

The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their...

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the good

The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships

A cul-de-sac, though a dead end,
has a circular finish, a merry-go-round
that accumulates happiness as it spins
into a cloud of beauty and nature,
compassion,...

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