cone shaped it appears
zigzagging across the sand
the wind is its guide
The rising sun cheers all to start the day with liveliness.
Carrots and pumpkins feed all to feel the day with abundant energy.
Marigolds in the vase welcome all to face the day with passion and assertiveness.
Butterflies in the garden wish all to make their day dynamic and exuberant.
Traffic cones on the road alert all to deal with the day with security and sensuality.
Band aids just won't do!
Hold the cone upside down,
Let the drops fall around.
Catch each one with your tongue!
Until the cone lets go.
Then right before the end,
Bite it off!
Too get the last,
Suck each drop out really fast.
When the cone is through,
Stuff the last bit in your mouth.
Finished off!
The ice cream cone is saved at last!
The young smile behind ice cream cones
crying when they skin a knee.
The elders puff up behind fine machines
imploding when life has broken into pieces.
Tranquility lies somewhere in between
Everything is temporary like a breech or a breeze...
Somewhere between the cone and the bleed
take a breath-pray to have appreciation
for the day
for just living.
Larry wanted to share his ice cream cone
Sadly, he had to lick it all alone
But today his luck soon changed
An ice cream date was arranged
He happily shared his huge cone with Joan
I want ice cream cone shoes
You mean like Neapolitan ice cream?
No, I mean like turquoise ice cream.
The color of Daddy’s 1957 Chevy.
But ice cream cones shoes have not been invented yet.
Neither has turquoise ice cream, grandma chimed in.
Then I will invent them, the optimistic girl said.
It took her fifty years, but she created ice cream shoes.
They were turquoise, and they were a hit!
If you go to the faerie market can you get me an apple?
They sell those at the horse market, not the faerie market.
Can you buy me some straw?
I am not going to the cattle market.
Okay, how about a snow cone, can you bring me one?
It would be all melted by the time I got it to you.
That’s okay. I want rainbow colors.
Irritated, I decide not to go to the market at all.
There was a cat in a catacomb, licking on an ice cream cone, just
biding time to go back home.
A little lonely but not alone, there in the catacomb.
The pine cone sits and rests,
features and expression indelible.
At a season of tricky tests,
its prickly scales are incredible,
open and close, fully flexible.
Life-giving rain makes it fold.
outer scales extend, then close.
Until drying winds, it will hold.
Then sweet release! Its pose
is fully spread, brash and bold!
Its seeds release into the winds
and travel to faraway places.
With a sardonic chuckle, it grins
at the small challenges it faces.
To proliferate, it weather-paces!
In a rain,
a pine cone fell
from a tree
above the meadow
and rolled in front of a Buffalo
staring at the Yellowstone,
As it’s pelt was pelted
With the raindrops.
It does rattle the Bone
To be oddly alone
And one makes prone
To fingering one’s phone:
The seed of solitude sown
And fruit of boredom grown,
Life is a hollow cone;
One like a defaulter over a loan;
In ears a loud insisting drone
Of an unseen plane being flown…
Loneliness reaches the bones
And speaks in our moans.
Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they will collect more pine seeds & stock up ahead of time
Atop a decorative table a basket of pinecones sit festive and clean
No resin to speak of no brittle edge left, from the forest of dreams
A little girl with a tub full of glue stickied and sparkled until two
Til' a pinecone flew out of the pile and yelled, "Tell me, what is new! "
They talked for a while then, she hopped into bed;
Santa arrives with a jolly old bounce, leaving a doll with a flounce
Down in the valley the lumberjacks cut, but up in the Country their sought
Thank God for the pinecones that talk and for those that do not
Its gonna be a long cold winter so "wear your winter mitts"
says the pinecone to a Jolly Santa, who jiggles and jangles
then laughs with a tickling fit...
Atop a decoartive table the pinecones arranged all with shine,
ready for a Christmas of love, that arrives just on time.
We are both bruised and beaten
Thanks to our new puppy, cone dog
He was neutered five days ago
He cannot get through the giant doggie door
We have to leave the front door propped open
Raccoons and opossums are living in here with us now
Cone Dog pushes us around from room to room
We have sharp red cone marks on our buttocks and our legs
My screaming husband was pushed into the office a second ago by Cone Dog.
I cringe as I watch the cone flinging couches out of the dog's path.
Our dog, Buddy, is using his enormous cone like a giant cow catcher
The raccoons and opossums are tired of it too.
I watch them sneak out the door, and I yell "Wait for me!"
What’s better than an ice cream cone
To brighten up your day
Or, if your day’s delightful,
To make sure it stays that way?
Especially a sugar cone
With an amazing flavor
Like coconut with chocolate chips
And almonds you can savor.
The answer’s very simple -
Nothing tops this yummy treat
To make all your taste buds grin
And make your happiness complete.
Awed by the scarlet cone flower’s beauty, I sense her purity.
I give her a reverent birth, thrilled by her loveliness.
Her confidence oozes into the garden with rapt maturity.
She has a delicate countenance that shows such finesse.
Hostile gardenias frown at her majestic ways and daintiness.
Jealousy has apparently reared its hideous head.
Goodly cone flower appears unsoiled, with no distress.
Mother nature smiles enough said.
There is an ominous feeling from the tulip bed.
They are giving the cone flower looks of a bully.
Enraged by her beauty, because they are almost dead,
They do their best to disturb and sully.
Enthusiastic geranium gives scarlet coneflower the nod.
He appreciates her tolerance for the garden varieties.
A butterfly light upon her pedals, which is not in the least odd.
Cone flower feels appreciated now in many degrees.
Baby faeries feel love toward the scarlet flower of the day.
They decided to visit along with their mystical mothers.
Coneflower exudes warmth and love in every way
Which eliminates the negative feelings of others
Written 5-28-2021
Type: Quatrain
Contest: Workshop Inviting to a Muse
Sponsor: Jack Webster
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