Best Spun Sugar Poems

Cotton candy castles

When you look closely at an idea,
it has no weight.
The holes seem to weigh
more than the thought itself
The idea can never happen.
It can never be real.
It is too preposterous,
too stupid.
The light is shined into
the cavity of a brain, and
the ideas melt away like
bits...

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Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness
too wet to stay white except in the margins.
The contrary air kisses each flake
melting each heart of ice.
Bittersweet the temperature falls.
Teardrops cling to greedy braches
reminiscent of hand stitched jewels
on a queen's gown.
The matted margin of lingering grass
crisps like...

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summer rain 

cotton candy clouds
 whispy trails like spun sugar ~
  sly mists mask the skies

muggy breathless air 
 leaves hang limp upon their boughs ~
  mute the summer song

heat in mirages
 shimmering waves sweltering ~
  sweet star jasmine blooms

winds like banshees...

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Birds fly formation
towards pink spun sugar clouds 
Into tomorrow....

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Lux Vitae Love Stories of The Fey:

“In the Clouds”



“What are you looking at Mum?”
“They come in the clouds you know”, she said to her daughter
“Every night, the same time, the numbers seem to grow, see there!
Up in the Clouds above the water”.
(Sydney Harbour)
The girl...

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fluffy spun sugar delight


fingers become pink and sticky


wipes are discovered




                    P.R.Deremer...

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I wake up to clear blue skies
I stretch, I'm feeling fine
Got this carefree attitude
Nothin' on my mind 
my friends are coming over
Everything is right 
Its gonna be a perfect day
A piece of paradise

I don't know how, You talked me onto 
A coaster, goin' upside-down 
As...

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Immortal land awakes through dusk and dawn
Beneath ceiling spun sugar and midnight blue. 
Wind's breath trill of tiny song accrues through
ardent woodlands, rivers, and natures gentle fawns.

Tears of life stream with allure and glamor
Dreams grow draping over nature's life in each
Branches newly bereft of leaves,...

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You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one can ever reprieve..."  And how
on a small balcony in Paris where God spends His
summers, a baguette blessed with supper...

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I’ll serve you a plate of delicacies
To fulfil all of your weird fantasies.

A bowl of soup with a floating fish eye
A side of fried crickets piled to the sky.

There will be escargot in golden shells
Not the kind once found in mossy wells.

Octopus tentacles brought to...

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BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW,     
CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW,
NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS,
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
   
THE LADY CHEF WITH THE COOKING CAP WRESTLED...

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Autumn sky is company,
in leaf filled tornados I am free.
In all these hues,
It's the blues I see.

Your voice,
a rustle in the wind,
a rumour,
a murmur,
the hole in my heart,
blood that escapes my veins.

I long for a home,
a bird forever on the wing,
never a song to sing.

These...

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Immortal land awakes through dusk and dawn 
Beneath ceiling spun sugar and midnight blue. 
Winds breath trill of tiny song accrues through 
ardent woodlands, rivers, and natures gentle fawns.


6/22/2019

Poetry Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 2'
Sponsored By: Gregory R Barden

Nature will go on no matter what It will...

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Christmas Confections

Visions of candy canes, swirling red and white stripes,
Pirouette through our dreams spinning Christmas delights;
Sugar sticks and sugar plums tweak our imaginations
When bright store windows show off marshmallow creations ~
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Truffles and toffee nestled near gumdrops red and green
Spun sugar delights fit...

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The gypsy moth’s nest 
clung like cotton candy, spun sugar;
wet and weighty to the pendulous boughs,
of white birch and maple
a deadly adornment shrouding the forest
in an air of decay.

A miasma of atmosphere
Muffled the morn;
dampening the resolve
mystifying the mundane
multiplying the cloying scent
of fallen leafs;
solidifying the webs...

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