Best Summersault Poems

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 the leaf elf, the North Wind said. 
He was not about to see her either, she was not easily sought.

The...

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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 could be less soft. 
So my feelings would not get hurt so easily, so I could
Stop crying inside when people...

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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 kiss poisons the body.

Love is a snake that coils through our system, 
Poisoning every organ, 
Crippling the brain, 

Love is...

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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 is this flirt
the helpless victim has no say or choice in such an assault....

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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 divides us. Victims, yes 
victims of civilized inducement, 
terms of reference only apply to the proletarians. 
Am not merely being...

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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 ran deeper

i remember waking Christmas morn
empty plate and cup littered the sink
fancy gifts. delicately placed
beneath the now silent tree

giggles of...

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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 a mysterious land
Its walls build of Far East marbles, embroidered with shiny brass
Glass floors curved with diamonds, crystal Chandeliers hanging...

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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 
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight tumult
now lying on my side and

post out now a Polaroid
pointing...

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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 shouldn't bother, you're not even on the "top 50 best poets" list!!
You've soupmailed me twice, so since you don't know,...

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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 was a time, that many know
when it wasn't so
and kids romped wildly, to and fro
from yard to wood to overflow

across...

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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 
Thus at the tender age of twenty-one he became known all over the world as the 
"Daring young man on...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all  have  lost  to  dust.
This  sophisticated  explosion  about
To  be  awoken.
Wonder  breed...

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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 with giant stems,
Each blooming orb, sets me at ease -
The peace of God in brilliant gems.

Vainglorious with giant stems,
The peak...

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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 of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering out past the blind ticket taker
Lions with whips in the...

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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 hill climbers
seen clear as a piece of glass
left to see right through that other class

intransigence moving the new political
compromise defined...

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