Best Windmills Poems

A memory turns
   the windmills of the mind
 to a season of summer breeze,
   where happiness blows 
cherished moments
 into youthful hearts
    the windmill turns once more
 to a season defined by
   falling leaves
 where love...

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Build them wider, taller
let us reach for the sky

when we run out of bird's 
we'll clip angels on the fly

90,000 lb. sperm whale
wandering, searching for 
his misplaced tail...

but elite global outlets will 
never fail....only us commoners
stuck in the dark, our vehicles
needing, only one gear~ Park!...

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Comely
Calmly
Slowly 
Proudly
Windmills comely, calmly generate
Power slowly proudly profligate...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs considerably from the French original, but arguably it could lay...

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The grinding millstone
The chaff invested air
The lone miller bow's in prayer
Seemingly lost in the chaos
The code of honour
Looking through the opaque
The lone miller, is he sage
Or lost in the modern age
Tilting at windmills
Is he a quixotic man
Doubtful it was a plan
His prayer said
Now he mixes
Rye,...

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Like rain cloud stragglers that co-exist 
Darker shaded sky, vastly does persist 
Sunset begins and yellow sets the stage  
In front, we’re windmills of a fallen age
 
Moving gently through a slight calming breeze
Around it goes pumping water with ease 
Multiple blades dark from...

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Americana
The glories of early days
Aesthetic windmills

Russell Sivey...

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Nurembered days
 

Numb
	Dumb
The pain
			insane

a breast to suckle
	an ear to hear

walking dead
		late but prayed

Gods fell asleep
Mortals played

tumors grow
	Its the doctors show

Liver or die
	Drink my dreams	
		or do I try
Lettuce and rabbits
	seduction and undergarments

exposed in the rain
	dancing in pain

rendezvous
	cafes and empty tables
candles burnt
	loves description like flames		
fades away


easy to...

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bridges

The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions
the aquarellist and a wet bicycle.
Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe
wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red

        gray

as I look down I find more than...

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The pretentiousness  of I 
Tilting at windmills 
In the hope of 
Dulcinea
Little did I know that
My Shadow 
Had the only giants 
To be found...

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He set his classic in La Mancha
Don Quxiote and sidekick Panza
This duet made an awful fist
Ready material for a satorist-
Sancho the squire,Don the idealist

see more in the renown tale by Cervantes...

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She stood there looking down to ground 
Her once home land she knew
Her eyes saw the drop when she found
The Miller was not true

His choice was money or true love 
His heart he split in two
She found out she was the money.
Then down the windmill...

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Over the days I've been, mile after mile,
Wandering over the path of exile,
Singing that songs, that are cursed for the trial,
Whispering your damned name.
Headed, survived the most terrible fail,
Still to the light of the entity. Pale,
Weak and distressed, I'm forever in scale,
Tied to self-blamable frame.

Greetings...

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All of these conflicts, what is the use?
You want improvement and get abuse.
Listening’s such a critical skill
In the art of designing windmills....

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Blades blow left then over again
 turning, spinning in the breezy wind
 a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
 only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
 hot air spewing normalcy, progressive...

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