Best Spinner Poems

On a planetoid in our galaxy
lives a being of illumination;
spinning stardust from her palms,
in colored chromatic ecstasy.

Like ribbons flowing from her hands
that whip and whirl in lunar-play;
she crafts rainbows in motion,
electric neon swirling bands.

Brilliant cascade of locomotion
bobbing lights in outer space;
look up to the heavens...

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Giant spider, climbing up the spout
Downward it tripped right on my pillow...
I croaked and rattled a loudest shout,
And glue-stick couldn't rid its long toes.

As thorax clung on the bedside wall
Spinning a web, a bold fight did dare
Wired mouth sprawled, I wanted to fall
But with my...

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Someone once told me that life is like a coin,
It has two sides.
But in my own journeys I have found that it has many more.
It’s similar to a spinner,
As it has endless possibilities.

We’re all spinning in this life,
With no clue where we will end up.
Sometimes...

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Spinner

                     Spinner, Spinner, What’s
            for dinner ?!  The big picture, seems
  ...

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Under the bright lights and up on the main stage
A woman spins plates while the audience rage
She has on a tight dress in its sequined glory
We can watch her caper and listen to her story
I have this plate spinning and now another there
Two in the...

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While weaving odd tales,
she buries herself deeper
into a mad world...

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His blockbuster of a book,
just a huge, steaming heap
of a gobbler's gobbledygook,
        praised to highest heavens
        by blabbering blurb-writers
        who gather in drunken covens.

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Once upon a time 
as this paragraph beings, 
the first sentence 
leads to the end.
My intentions 
intending these words 
that I'm sending to you 
as a friend 
I extend.
If you have an ear 
that you can hear 
with right here 
then would you lend, 
as...

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A momentary pause
 then a gust of wind applause
 and the earth shifts,
 revolves and spins and lifts.

A gentle breeze
 sped along the tops of trees
 as mother nature has a sneeze
 and the ground begins to wheeze.

Here it comes again.
 dark on gray clouds...

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Everything each of us gathers gratefully or greedily, is yielded to Earth eventually, every thing....

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The first time it was missing parts 
And so it was returned.
Today, with the replacement, well,
The lesson had been learned.

So I followed the directions
And, with patience and a bit
Of assistance from my husband,
I assembled all of it.

The hardest part was getting it
To stand up in...

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