Best Summersault Poems

If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I...

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Where did you see her? The North Wind asked the south.
The south wind was not forthcoming, for she trusted him not.
Seriously, I have never seen...

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Love is a poison that kills the heart and soul, 
It forces the heart to yean for it's own death,
Beating faster and faster as the...

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Bearing seed in a world with half embrace proves quite difficult
happiness gives way for ruthlessness in a risky summersault
seen to the womb as dirt
with danger...

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STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what...

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through the window i peered
intricate layers of lace
painted by old man winter
obscured my view of any visible signs

the snow outside was deep
but the emotions inside...

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November 10, 2015

If I were rich what would I have done?
I am thinking of places near and far
Perhaps a lavish mansion
Hidden in the heart of...

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Philae

oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears

older now and some weight shed...

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Shhh....Ok, quiet down, quiet down; let me smash this clown.....

Ryan, kneel before your father, or I will pop you like a cyst!
Writing this slam I...

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it's illegal now to be a kid
no matter what, once, was did
no longer allowed, they now forbid
put a sock in it, slam down the lid

there...

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~Jules~ 
(Free Verse) 


Jules was a French circus performer who lived a long time ago 
He performed the first mid-air summersault in the year 1859...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all...

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Floating on sea of sunflowers,
Trembling in the summersault breeze.
Each sun of seeds uplifts my smile.
Each blooming orb, sets me at ease.

Trembling in the summersault breeze,
Vainglorious...

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The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom...

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stretching taut in summersault 
bending over the back bends
the ends of the middle
at the middle of the end

blinded blinders - the two-timers
left just right the...

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