The broken bones of pride
turns Tides
Winds change
She believe in you someday
Ran naked through the flames
didn't you burn too
Now every day is alone
Eyes to eyes
A Catherine wheel to chance
Sailed the sea of dreams
and drowned like you
Pride houses
too many shades
Unmatch the dawn
played Gypsy Violin
As a child he discovered
how to assimilate, merge and verge.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
That day, water drooled over mossy stones.
He smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of water-buds.
He thought to himself:
'I can paint my mind
over the sky as if it were a cave wall.'
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
water ligaments pulling a wingspan
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
His senses flew together
forming clumps of reality
which seemed to him to be new planets,
realities thrown from the minds of
angelic water voles and frogs.
He thought:
'If I place myself into these little worlds
I can leave my footprints
on running water, or on the air
as if I were a bird created
by the light of a foreign sun.'
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
30 December 2020
13 syllables per line
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
As a child he discovered
how to assimilate, merge and verge.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
That day, water drooled over mossy stones.
He smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of water-buds.
He thought to himself -
“I can paint my mind
over the sky as if it were a cave wall,”
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
water ligaments pulling a wingspan
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
His senses flew together
forming clumps of reality
which seem to him to be new planets,
worlds thrown from the minds of
water voles and frogs.
He thought to himself-
“If I place myself into these little planets,
I can leave my footprints
on running water, or on the air
as if I were a bird made
from the light of a foreign sun."
Fireworks Inside Me
That day
you stepped
into my life.
A sparkler ignited
with a dash of delight.
A match
was lit
as sparks flew.
Sprinkling stardust
with chasms just for you.
The moment
I heard
your voice.
Bangers popped
literally blowing my mind.
You smiled
a Catherine wheel
spun inside.
My heart lit up
as you were etched inside.
A countdown
had begun
five, four, three.
Two quick to one
my heart to you had succumb.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
Krz
To my dad
He holds my hand to give
Me his krz
He is smart like a Catherine wheel made his dreams in a
Krz
He only runs hole life to give
& fill his own roads of krz
Someone told me never ever take krz
He never ever give me a clean
Roads of my aim because of his butter krz
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
For Bonfire Night: Nov. 5 in England
Watch the rockets shoot into the sky.
Wave your sparklers till their sparkles die.
Watch the Catherine Wheel spin her delight -
whirls of red, yellow-gold, green and white.
Give the guy a penny, for he deserves no more.
Smoke him as you roast hot chestnuts giving him "what for"!
Lose yourself in the revelry of celebration’s hum.
As *cracker jacks are popping, recall where this all comes from!
11/28/16 for the Contest of Shadow Hamilton
*cracker jacks are a popcorn and peanut snack Americans eat at baseball games so I hope the definition I found for it is the one you mean, Shadow!! It was good to learn about this holiday. It's a bit like our 4th of July!
Riding on a rocket
Towards the stars
One is the brightest of them all
Let's call it the sparkler
The masterchief of the partyhosts
The crackerjack banging the wall
It's making the catherine wheel turning
Through the fage clouds and their smoke
I gave you a penny for your thoughts
And sold it to the guy and hot chestnuts
GOOD OVER EVIL.
Corners are occupied with little folks,
Enough fund has been collected forfireworks night,
Guys sit with heap of fireworks aside,
Firecrackers wait to be lit or blown,
Cracker jack in shimmering colourful outfits look attractie,
Cyclonic Catherine Wheel just spins fantastic,
"Phush" sounding rocket flights to merge in the sky,
Vibrant sparklers go circling in little hands,,
No doubt its 5th November,serve hot chestnuts
Smoke fiesta it is,smoke fills the air,
Fireworks bring forth a majestic appeal,
Its victory of light over darkness.
Words used-Rocket,Sparkler,cracker jack,Catherine Wheel,smoke,guy and hot chestnuts.
A man called Guy Fawkes made a plot to blow up parliament on the %th November there is large bonfire and the guy is placed on the top and lit.Fireworks are also set off and hot chestnuts roasted to keep cold hands warm.
Contest;Penny for the guy.
Sponsor:Shadow Hamilton.
16/11/2016
The sparklers crackle as they sparkle
and rockets light up the the sky
but, as the Catherine wheel is spinning,
who thinks of the guy
who took his politics to Parliament,
along with barrels of dynamite,
was then caught then executed
when the fuses failed to ignite.
No cracker jacks for Mr Fawkes,
a subversive type of bloke,
who when his plans were tested,
watched them go up in smoke.
so as you munch on hot chestnuts,
please recall his fate
and light the touch paper
of your own views before it's too late.
11/05/16
Rocket launch in the air above the tree
Catherine Wheel conceive on the 5th July
but feels weary
The sparkler smoke is in the sky like a distance memory
Celebrations of fireworks could be heard from a far
Catherine looks at the world of guys in the crowd
wonders if theirs better days
Cracker jack heart is pleased with hers
Their love is troubled like a broken plate
Guy in the distance with the hot chestnuts
wonder if Catherine will love again
Dads old trousers and his disco shirt
packed tight with yesterdays news.
A mask for a face and a pram for his car.
He is sat outside the local shops
penny for the guy Mr. is our shout.
treacle toffee smashed with a hammer.
A toffee apple and a trip to the dentist's chair.
A hot dog with all the extras.
A trip to the bonfire on the backfield.
Me and my dad lighting a Catherine wheel .
Rockets light up the heavens
and the faces of those who watch.
The only bad thing about bonfire night.
Is that Guy Fawkes failed to blow them Politian's up.
comp entry 02/11
Warbling otters never fly in pans. So be mindful when taking oneself on an extended journey to the never ever. Bats can be great fortesses. Fodder for god. Wow. Swoosh. How quite ridiculous an arrow in a pointed hat. How nonsensical. And whimsical. Wimpy orifices then in a geranium moon beam. Pointless picking a platted plant in a midnight caress. Oh how tangible the lucid aura of a booming bass bin. Tripping out a tide. Tangible elephant tusks. Well,they're out to take a bead. A bead of thought. Of progress. Oh how and wow the spinning Catherine wheel takes in the flame. X diaphragm of a candle. Spin spin spin then spun. Ah good now have a rest on a plastic tyre. No restriction. No laws in a layered outfit of leaves fur and fauna. Radiating. Radios. Radical. Radioactive radiant radishes. Xx Xeon xi. *** City centre clapping *** orbited ornately xx hahahaha xx xx I like the aroma of bean sprouts in a morning pan *** panoramic *** z
The cold night is awoken and warmed
A family of excitement ready to release their arsenal
Stored under the stairs until the big night
Let the show begin:
Traffic lights – whoosh colour changing
Rockets – whoosh bang screeching
Jack in the box – whoosh bang-jumping
Sparklers – whoosh fizzle-sparkling
Catherine Wheel – whoosh dizzy-spinning
The big one at the end
Oh, where to plant my magic beans,
And bring to life my darkest dreams?
Is it in you, half measured glass,
On the bar that I might pass?
Will she notice you are laced,
And on her tongue that bitter taste?
Will she panic when her mind goes black,
Her vision blurs, her muscles slack?
Will she know when I creep in?
I doubt she will know anything.
The crowd moves too fast to focus
That face distorts into a haze
A lingering sensation
The fear I feel at his embrace
My body is too heavy
My skin, it feels too thick
My head spins like a Catherine wheel
And makes me very sick
Oh, how to thank my magic beans
For permitting me these dirty things.
What will I do when I get home?
For the first time I am not alone.
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