Best Spin Poems
I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
leaning tower of teenage angst,
Wrapped now in decades of neglect.
Why can't I dispose of you?
Clutter crime of nostalgia's pull
This craving for rock 'n roll renegades,
singers of weed-garden life
punishers of social rules
Ageless idols of grainy texture
in fraying fabrics, tie dyed
So many odes to love, longing, anger
Snippets of R n' R once bleeding from open windows,
like wanderers dancing in darkness
Charged rhythm once labelled
force of evil,
Musical clout like tattered boxing gloves
Limitless bliss to unstuck youth
Something to stagger to,
life's nimble recollection,
a secret world
of cherished entry
Implacable lyrics
that preserve themselves
in all that spins
(Poem revised July 2020 with 2 new stanzas added, along with a title change.)
When I see Matt Hancock spin his lie
I can’t stop sing at his pink tie
He stands there like a demon telling us all what to do
He thinks we are stupid and don’t have a clue.
Take your restrictions your graphs and your tiers
You can’t control us all with your COVID-19 fears
It’s over now we have had enough
Shows us statistics we are calling your bluff.
We can’t be free with these measures In place
We are sick and tired of this nonsense give us some space
We can’t see our family other than Christmas?
We care, cause we see how you destroy our business.
If this is not an outreach of power the world has seen
Why do your worry about those who oppose the vaccine?
So ... I'm in this revolving door 'tother day, (for real),
Round-and-round-and-round ... people enter, exit, but I keep on ...
A little boy starts to enter with his mom, pulls back, lets her hand go -
Mom goes through to the other side, then waves him come,
But he's transfixed on me ... round-and-round-and-round.
Each time I pass his smile grows broader, (forehead more furrowed) ...
Finally, hoping to encourage him, I say, zipping by ... "It's fun!"
And on the next revolution, "I just REALLY needed some fun!"
Sure enough, it does the trick ... he goes through.
His mom gives a curt smile and grabs his hand to leave ...
As she drags him off I hear him asking, "But why's the man crying, Momma?"
You see, revolving doors were his favorite thing ...
My dear Uncle Lem's favorite thing ... long, long ago.
He would put me on his shoulders, and we'd go round-and-round-and-round.
I'd been going through the basement earlier that day - cleaning out,
And I happened upon the precious flag from his coffin,
The U.S. Navy service flag that I'd been given ... now, my soul ached,
And I just REALLY needed some fun.
Kids notice everything, you see ...
Even a tear on the cheek of a heartsick ol' fool ... spinning memories.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "The Old Jalopy" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Up and down the tree I go.....pointy toes scattering snow
as I try to reach the top ...... one by one my acorns drop
skittering across dry leaves...that twirl about in the breeze.
No one knows how hard I toil.....Derricks pumping oil.
Do you have a little time to spare...rabbit dear
to carry acorns to my babies... whose cries I hear.
I am in a spin......tail twitching in the wind
eyes darting left and right....can't see much in the night
struggling still.. a fireman's drill
tail in a spin....head to the wind
acorns on the spill....what a mess I'm in
Somebody help me please..before my babies freeze
up there in the trees
Poor little squirrel me .. huff ....puff... wheeze.
Bad
news
buried-
lost in a
litany of praise.
ME LADY THE SPIDER
There was once an arachnid, a colorful spider,
Who climbed up and down a ladder,
Her name was “Me Lady”,
Whose affection for males was somewhat shady.
Spinning her web for her babies, no doubt,
Hundreds and thousands of eggs she lay,
Moving sideways, spinning in and out all day.
“Me Lady” spun the most awesome webs,
Like an ocean – a tide comes in, then ebbs,
The envy of all the spiders in the woods
Magnificent colors, long spindly legs,
She enjoyed displaying these goods.
Their pantry needed filling, “Me Lady” alert,
A fly no had no chance, “Me Lady”would divert
Herself from the sticky place in the web,
But ants, moths, caterpillars, and the like,
Doomed, being a mother needed tenacity,
And required loads of energetic capacity.
Naturally, her specialty and choice, a cobweb.
Out of thousands of eggs, maybe a 100 survived,
To go off into the world and follow mom’s rules,
Out-living thousands of siblings was not for fools.
Spin, spin the bottle 'round
Where it stops none really care--
Exquisite first kiss.
To all of you who read the first song, I thank you-and to those of you who went to CJBELL.NET I thank you exponentially
TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk and crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, I’m ready to dance with you
You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
alas honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t,
that just ain’t this hot chick's faultttttttttttt!
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
Inside of a box there lies a machine
that lies in every home, apartment and residence.
The machine is ubiquitous and used quite often but goes unnoticed
because its very convenient and frees up people's times to play and rest.
The box was a gift of science and a wonderful of man's generosity to humankind.
But the machine can be used for other purposes and can help to re-shape humanity's programming.
Its first protocol besides washing dirty clothing can lead to sensitization.
The box has a voice and can relay messages to the machine because the box is wired with stealth and highly technical hard science.
The box first message says that people's minds are dirty and the machine may help clean them too.
The box second message says that people are bad, really bad and that the machine can not clean them.
The box third message says to the people you must agree with me that you are without hope and redemption.
The people doubt their own identity and don't know what normal is anymore.
The people doubt their own identity and rush to the stores to buy hand sanitizer, toilet paper and bleach.
The people turn on each other and socially distance themselves from friends are enemies and enemies are their best friends.
The box fifth message says to the people that I may relent and can save you
but who is against me and who is for me.
The box is very clever and befriends the people as a Savior and tells the people to confess their dirt and sins.
The box sixth and seventh and eight message says to the people that guilt is good and releasing guilt sets them free.
The box ninth message say to the people that if you really want to that you can choice to be good and that you too can embrace our way of thinking.
The box and the people tenth message to the world is that we are good and that their is no right or wrong but we are One and that we are the new order.
The empty bottle spins, round-and-round, its long neck beckons me,
To the flowers in full bloom releasing their scent of sweet nectar,
The rose I kiss; and I have tasted love for the first time.
By Greg Stanley
January 31, 2012
Entry for Tracie’s “Sijo’s Kisses” contest
Spin Doctor
A crusty old spinster sat stitching
while scratching the parts that were itching
oohing and ahhing
picking and pawing
at least for the moment stopped bitching.
John G. Lawless
3/8/2016
now – seasonal joy
future – statistical joy
past – joy’s hard copy
Brian Johnston
November 16, 2015
The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath
The ointment was done and gone
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.
Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room
Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping
Out of the room
Here I picked up the cast
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
At the fore
Of my chamber door
The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these
Natural commotions
The rumbled
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode
As though the roof and the wall would cave in
How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely
Three hours of the entire day
Blessing showery hours
Wasn’t it?
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field
Of bloom cherries and roses
Posted on 23/04/2013
TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin around the floor
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, it's a moral imperative I dance with you
© 2012....(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
Hell, honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t, that just ain’t my faultttttttttttt!
© 2012 (c) copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
A night of drinking,
Playing "Never have I ever."
I walk in the room I see the face,
That haunts my dreams standing,
Before me taking my breath away.
I take a couple steps back as I,
Hear "Don't you dare leave you,
Need to quit running from me."
I smile back.
I'm caught.
So everyone ups the ante,
We play Spin The Bottle.
The bottle spins, spins, spins,
Lands on me.
The dare....Kiss someone you've,
Never kissed before but you've,
Always wanted to.
I grab your hand and we stand up.
Your standing in front of me,
I've always wanted you but,
I've always been so scared,
So I just run.
Then I hear you say,
I'm not running from you.
I'm all yours, I've always been yours.
We kiss tenderly as I pull,
You towards me holding you close.
Then I hear whooo it's about time!!!
What was this planned??
It's the only I could stop,
You from running away.
I'm not running, I'm home!
We've been together for 20 years,
It all began with Spin The Bottle!!!!