Carousels Poems | Examples

Of Sugar Plums in Frozen Cream

      as embers glow on wintry nights
         candy canes and x-mas lights

      truth gives way to summer’s steam
         carousels and caramel cream

     what fancy leads me on to dream
         of sugar plums in frozen cream 

     O, free me from this August's blight
         encase the world in beams of light

Fireworks

They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.

Tower Of Magic

   when elixir of moon drips wine
into the crystal goblet of magic
   this  late night beguiles my skin, reeling
            on a Friday parade of lights;
    my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro...


         impossible to deny this playgroud of fancy
    of a soul flitting in.  and  out of supple thoughts
            when my imagination dangles 
        on anklets of stars
      as naked rhythm grows, my free will abides
    to sip the juice of this wondrous ambrosia...

  and goddess  Isis wheels into the forest
         with neon banners,
      spinning dream--like fables in my heart
    tingling flesh against trickles of time,

 where seahorses ride on carousels
    where ' a crimson sky breaks the distant shore'
       and vivid  thoughts spill like silver rain:

  in a tower  of daydreams or night walks,
        visions  are spun  without question.

National Poetry Month

,How seasons and weather change
the way I shiver pleasantly from their 
anonymous ways---
daring in the heated blisters of
summer's flesh, then
 mysterious through winter's ghost...

There's no way to measure each
and every cycle's radiance--- I don't know
why they are equal in lush revelries,
untamed yet graceful  
along pendulums of time.

Still, I thrive, fumble, and journey once
again to relish the ambrosial interludes
within their galaxy ...without counting
the viscous sunsets  of fall
or spring time carousels:

I gaze experientially 
 at life's moments kinetic as brushed winds --
tuck them as magical spells and then
begin yet another awakening 

before plucked  midnight shuts down...

Nor Copper Nor Silver

  drained of emotion
    idly-mouthed words
  raised fists with no punch
    meanings vacuous, blurred

  carousels of zombies 
    stare through his soul
  nor silver nor copper
   winged horses of gold

Carnivals and Carousels

Whistles, bells, and wonderous sights,
Brilliant kaleidoscopic lights.
The pageantry always sells,
Bright Carnivals and Carousels.

Parents watch their children ride,
Reminds them of the child inside.
Round and round and round they go,
The Tilt-A-Whirl completes the show.

In a seat made just for two,
The Ferris Wheel's amazing view.
Sweethearts in a state of bliss,
Sharing a romantic kiss.

Toddlers with their legs so bandy,
Stuck on sticky cotton candy.
Funnel cakes to fill the belly,
Doughnuts stuffed with fruited jelly.

The challenge after many tries,
Perchance to win a fluffy prize.
Smiles, shouts, and all the laughter,
Crowds always get just what they're after.

As the night begins to wane,
All movement like a weathervane.
Tomorrow when the day begins,
The Carnival begins again.

Where Have All the Children Gone

Empty carousels, windswept,
Echoes of pattering feet fading away in the dirge-like wind, mourning like doves.
Empty swings in the park, a waning sun looks mournfully at the little eddies of sand here and there:
All lacking the soft peals of laughter, the chuckles of the innocent...
Where have all the children gone?

The yolk-coloured sun, sour tasting,
signalling the end of a long, dreary day. The fluttering, whimpering,
weary limbs creaking,
the end of an era, only reminiscences of vigour
when hoary white was inky black...
Why, have all the children gone?

December, the Coolest Month

December is the coolest month
Or the coldest month in some countries
Bring the toys, bring the candies
Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas
At night. Stay away from the labyrinth
Get a Christmas tree to decorate
December is the jolliest month of the year
This is the winter month to go from fête to fête
Ride, ride the carousels
Ring, ring the bells
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer
Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate
The birth of Jesus Christ
Let it snow, let it snow
Smile and paint a rainbow
Be happy, be enticed
Have a very merry Christmas
Peace on Earth! Peace alas!

Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Tercet

Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes
high above a vaulted mall ceiling,
a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds.

I hold your hand playing hide and seek,
intimate inmates in our open cage,
we are concealed inside a crowd of glitter tramps.

There are rampant plaster angels,
there are neon rainbow fountains,
there are screaming cherubs.

Eyes mob shop windows.
I lose you in the crush and crowd.
Jewelry dazzles on blue velvet carousels.

Spied you on the edge of a mirror,
you’re seeking my fractured reflection
yet too many fake diamonds impede.

Murals crumble under a thronging press,
exit doors spin, spun by a midday sun
no one but I can see the ghost riders.

Found you under a plastic palm.
I thought you carried a child in your arms -
it was just my love that you held so tight.

She Has a Rainbow Tongue

She has a rainbow tongue, he told us as he kept walking.
I did not want to hear any more, but he could not stop talking.
She speaks of unicorns, candies, carousels and stars oh so bright!
And what she can do with this tongue is amazing, she is a delight.
Now I knew I did not want to hear more, but I kept listening.

Confection

CONFECTION    Laraine Kentridge Lasdon

Everything I am seems to belong to someone else
Everything I am seems to be someone else

Imagine a memory mirror
framed with pearlescent medallions
painted with miniature portraits of apples, 
ginger toffee, and glutinous gummies.
Day and night the mirror reflects
blue-green fields or star-filled skies,
ferris wheels and carousels, 
and a young girl
alone, insubstantial,
dressed in spun cotton candy,
sweet, hoping to be liked
in her fairy floss robe.

The glass shatters
my reflection, shifting light,
mirror image wounds,
blood flowing backwards.
I pull thin sharp shards
from the shattered glass
with my bare hands
rendering all semblance,
remembrance, unreliable.
I smile a satirical smile,
a baroque smile of a girl 
of a girl who accepts stories
of familial gatherings, embraces
that were never for her. 

Everything I am belongs to me
Everything I seem to be, I am
There is no mirror.

Flawed Masquerade Carnival

Flawed Masquerade Carnival

Upon the midway of imperfection,
The traveling human circus, “illusion” of perfection,
A masquerading “mask,” in carnival unmasked,
Lies “cracked” in equinox
Like “torn” tickets discarded in the sawdust of dreams
As the “façade” crashes down into “flawed” fragments
To scatter splinters in wild spinning carousels
Flinging away the costumes of sideshows
All exposed wearing nothing but transparent truth.

Bathed in dignity
Integrity rises up shaking off ballyhooed dust
Shuts out the carney’s “broken” come-ons,
Taunts and barkers no longer entice, 
Clothed in capes woven of calypso sunlight
Scarred arms, no longer concealed,
Reach out to clasp thundering pure moonbeams 
Discarding charade’s ragged camouflage
And the “imperfect” circus moves on to another town. 	

6-21-21
Contest: Flawed
Sponsor: Constance La France
Prompt words: flawed, mask, broken, cracked, façade, torn, illusion, imperfect

Evening Watch

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

Fever

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

A Man Proposes Will You Marry Him-

The price of Love Is Free 
Would you lay down your life for me

Carousels and horses
Miraculous wedding veils and choices

Breathless kisses
Handheld Misses

Seldom call
Struggle fall

Would you marry me
If I picked you up and carried thee

Freedom  ring
Blessed  brings
Angels Sing
Will you marry me
I have the soul,  Breath,  Spirit and The ring
As the little children  sing
This man proposes will you marry him
Your earthly father and God-
 has given you permission

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