Cartwheel Poems | Examples

Baby Steps

I'll take them one by one
Won't think too far ahead
Day by day until that day
When someday's here, instead 
When someday's now today
When waiting is no more 
When baby steps turn somersaults
I'll cartwheel to your door

Surreal cartwheel sublime PANTomime time

No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..

Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his own homegrown perverse.. with only himself will converse..no fretting..go getting…record setting universe..

Now has outshone and outdone..shoves show pony Dhoni.. as the Indian man alright talisman with the gloves everybody loves with the most tons..holy moly..more three figures scores on England tours than the folklore of before..Sunny and Kohli..

Records splattered shattered..gallivanting Pant parade..cascade and cavalcade …flattered .. Rishab paddled..bowlers addled and raddled..skedaddled

Ignore any naysayer…prime sublime Pantomimes…haymaker…cocktail shaker…p**s taker…tik tok peacocker..run for fun maker…cool cat with the bat..almost indecent crimes..the Indian’s best test player and slayer of recent times..

furrows of life

The  furrows of Life
 
The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main
the road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off to
the main road getting. The way had three furrows, two
caused by a narrow cartwheel and one- much wider- from
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy on my
way to school, I tried to walk where the horses had trod
the soil was softer there, the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that last had pulled
a cart here if the load had been heavy
A useless knowledge, I often wonder
why do I remember it so clearly
 like a black-and-white photo?
Lately, I have been remembering these dirt road
 the people and animals 
I often wonder if there is a message here 
I have overlooked it.

Monorhymes Terrify Me

Monorhymes are fun for all
I just chased one down the hall
He did a tumble and a fall
And threw at me a tiny doll

The doll was odd, she had a caul
She did not come from a plain mall
She was tiny, pretty small
Did a backward cartwheel on the wall

Monorhyme next threw a ball
I think he had a lot of gall
He made fun of my wrap and shawl
I groveled past and did a crawl

Does he intimidate you? Asked Paul
I saw a nod from my Uncle Saul
My mouth made a tiny little squall
Monorhymes terrify me after all

Trixie tries to get me to write

My muse Trixie does a cartwheel into the hallway
I am not amused; pretend I have not noticed.
She throws a blue elephant into my toaster at breakfast.
He hits me with his trunk on the way out.
I act like this is normal.
She walks through the livingroom riding on the head of a lion
She is whistling a bawdy song that would have my husband blush.
If he could hear her.
Luckily, he can’t.
A large green spaceship comes crashing down through my roof.
I give Trixie my mean side eye glance.
My dogs follow her as she skips down the hall.
They are barking their heads off.
What is that about? My husband asks.
He looks annoyed.
I give in and pick up my pen.
Trixie 1
Me 0

expecting greatness

Have you ever had your heart do a cartwheel
Anticipating something marvelous happening
Knowing today is going to be super special?

Yesterday was such a day
I thought I might learn a new skill
Develop a new hobby, find a lost treasure

I wrote seventeen poems
Painted on ten canvases
Same oh same oh

But this quick feeling of excitement was not wasted
It inspired and enthused me to expect greatness
That feeling is always welcome

Love Prompts

A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship. 

You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation, 
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.

Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.

Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you, 
who peers into the depths of your soul, 
who knows your darkest fears and desires. 

And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you, 
to unravel the threads of your sanity, 
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha!   Love prompts *cartwheel

IT s THE LITTLE THINGS LIKE TIM TAMS

it’s the little things like tim tams.
having gotten my attention, the box
hops into my shopping cart, but not
before I cartwheel and squeal, certain
that one of the poets has nurtured
my senses with an Australian accent.

i’m handing them out, like pamphlets,
according to the number in the family.
of course, they’re crunchy and cold.
my husband, straight away, placed
the box in the fridge. U.S.A. all the way.

my neighbor came over for coffee.
before she left, i handed her three treats.
she gasped, herself a published author,
she had just gleamed in a current read
of munchable tim tams…indeed! of course.

to treat my bible study group friends,
i will have to grab another, unopened box,
hand them out for free. the delightful share
the Word and Aussie-awesome treats,
alongside hot water and teabags. cartwheeling…

Ducks For Breakfast

Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land
It’s an eventuality that nature never planned
For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make 
But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake

Each one does a belly flop, a cartwheel and a stagger
They get up and compose themselves, but ducks weren’t made to swagger
They have no shame so simply waddle with ungainly gait
Toward the back door of my house where they all stand and wait

This morning there were six of them, I watched them all crash down
“They’ll need a pint or two of seed,” I muttered with a frown
Their heads were first to hit the deck, their rumps stuck in the air
I went out with a jug of seed to find them gathered there 

As I stepped outside I felt like Moses on the shore
The ducks made space for me to walk and not a hair’s breadth more
Two partridges were standing by and I also fed those 
And when the pecking finished, well, I almost checked my toes.

Bird seed by the quarter-gallon gobbled up each time
I wouldn’t mind but it ain’t half a kilo for a dime
But it gives me pleasure and as I stood there this morn 
Two more kamikaze ducks crash landed on my lawn.

Fractured Footles 1257

Extremely Fractured Footles.

Grose art
Faint heart

Write poem
Rhyme time

Compose song
Sing along

Opening night
Stage fright

Break leg Superstition
Big Audition

Ballet dance
On toes prance

Gymnast Cartwheel
No big deal

Tap dancer approaches
Kill those roaches

Featherweight fighter
Must get lighter

Jockey of course
Needs a horse

Happy Thanksgiving 
Keep those turkeys living

Banana Peel- Virelai

Felt under my heel
A banana peel
I slip
Loudly now I squeal
Like a clapping seal
I flip
A mid air cartwheel
Now terror I feel 
I yip!

Need to get a grip
Sweat beads off me drip
Oh boy.
I bend at the hip
My feet now I grip
No joy
I brace, bite my lip
And land from this trip
Not coy

Was this evil ploy?
A cartoon decoy?
With zeal!
A plan I employ
Litterbug, destroy!
Big deal…
Calm down from annoy
And had a Rob Roy
Surreal. 

March 16, 2023
Write me a Virelai
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Cheerleader of the Year

Hey St. Nick! You’re my pick for cheerleader of the year.
Your neat little trick, where down the chimney you slip.
Way cooler than doing the straddle splits.
Flying in a sleigh, with Rudolph leading the way.
Beats any mount or pyramid display.
Stuffing stockings with toys, for good girls and boys.
A much better deal than any cartwheel.
A back spring is a really neat thing.
But a little round belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly,
Now that’s a move above and who doesn’t love,
A right jolly old elf.
Yelling, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”

Ordering Breakfast At the Cafe

I would like peanut butter macaroni and cheese please.
And some tasty mice on my hamburger if it is not too much trouble.
The pancakes should have dollops of garbage and limburger cheese.
He will have a bowl of oatmeal, his mother said, on the double.

The waitress had six children of her own, so she understood well.
With a side of cartwheel and unicorns? She asked the four-year-old.
He was immediately in love, thought she was totally swell.
She could do not wrong now, this mother with a heart of gold.

Paper Airplane In a Gumdrop Sky

I was paused at a blood red light,
across from a clapboard church
          with a sign 
"English services available".
Off to the side I saw a chubby kid
clumsily attempting a cartwheel...
after brushing himself off 
he launched a paper airplane
that fluttered for a moment
crash landing in the rough grass.
As the purist smile suddenly arrived 
on his big, beautiful cinnamon face,
I thought about my grow children
and the brevity of this life.
The moment was electrified
filled with carnival and confetti
that simple things often bring.. 
This gum drop sky was made 
for only him~
The car behind me trumpeted
the light turned springish green..
I headed down a mundane road
that'd turned to golden beams-

Cartwheels of the Soul

Slip and turn take me away from here 
says the conscience to the soul 
Spokes as firm as earth slowly adhere 
ways of life are known, their goal ...

Wagons circle dusty roads and curbs 
rays of light emitted from the sun 
Water is thicker then personal orbs 
rotate your eyes, fix them on none 

Move to the rhythm of your heart 
for ways are crooked these days 
don't give away your widsom's art 
frontier your soul with om'lays 

with every slip and turn the cartwheel grows 
with every slip and turn, the wind blows....

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