Cones Poems - Poems about Cones

Blubber, don’t Bloober. Blibber, don’t Blabber. Nothing -- is Greater than Blue — fake Green and Its smell; Sharp Needles -- forever, to, Ever. Held In their long -- Immense Arms, full of Fake Cones. ...

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It's rare that most would call me a hot head I am usually the coolest cucumber instead I have no tells, so their heads don't swell and I don't get entangled to soon But there is this tall lanky guy you see who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet! and he's turned me on my head my tongue lolling out the...

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Snow cones, snow cones I love snow cones Snow cones, snow cones Taste so good Red ones, green ones yummy to Yellow ones, blue ones Make me woo Snow cones, snow cones I love you...

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cells in your eyes are rods and cones rods see shapes, stars, dogs, old cell phones cones see colors, sharp and blurry ones too they figure out yellow and azure blue rods and cones are both important to you what could eyes without rods and cones do? cones and rods, rods and cones, add to my pleasure of creating poems...

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Those ice cream cones really taste fine But frustrate kids by their design. The cream plays some tricks- More drips than good licks That roll down their chins as they whine!...

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S FLINT  CONES              //            (    )           ===           \     /            \   /              //           (    )           ===           \     /            \   /...

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cones of silence forested amidst the pines - my eyes behold stars 12/4/2022...

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Needles pointed green thatch suspend above slots of ovalised brown, pecked by beaks in times of bleak Whirling while twirling frosted breezes caress finely Cause a vibration a through space of Venturi prism A song of near neat silent slightly audible theme A turn of cricked heads, on angled necks, and It has past, muffled now and silent in...

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scurrying squirrels fallen cones in winding path posted on May 19, 2018...

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COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS (Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!) Bust it! This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO! HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA CHANCE? Rolling...Rolling...LEFT-TO-RIGHT-OR...RIGHT-TO-LEFT! PITCHED-RIGHT...PITCHED-WRONG! Left-to-Right...OR...Right-to-Left...OR LEFT-BEHIND! Are-Ya...TOO-HEAVY...or...TOO-LIGHT? Grab-a...CUP-OR-BOWL...of...RICE-KRISPIES! SHAPED...RIGHT-or-WRONG! Mars-Bars...AND...MARS-AND-STARS...at-corner BARS-IN-CARS...Cars-and-Bars! MALTS-AND-FLOATS...or...FLOATS-AND-BLOATS! BLOATING...LOUTS! JUST-LOATS! They're...MEL-LOW-AND-YEL-LOW...or...Just-BANANA-CRAZY! SO...JUST-BE-MEL-LOW...AND-NOT Just...Y.E.L.L.O.W.! YEL-LOW! Rockets-and-Stars...BUSTING-AND-GOLDEN...STARS! AND...B-E-Y-O-N-D! Making-Time...AND...SELLING-TIME! CHEATING...Time...FATHER-TIME! He's...YAWNING...YAWING-AND-LAUGHING! So-SKIP-IT...JUST-SKIP-IT...SKIPPING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT! AND-RIGHT-TO-LEFT! You're-Sliding...First-to-Second...Second-to-HOME...OR FIRST-TO-HOME! POPPING-AND-HEART-STOPPING! Snow-Cones...In-The-Winter...OR-SUM-MER! When-Falling-to-First...or...in-A-LIGHT-OR-COLD...FALL! And-Mallows...MAL-LOWS! AND-BEARS...YUMMY-AND-GUMMY! Yummy-and-Gummy...FOR-YA-TUMMY! Isn't-IT...JUST-YUMMY? PITCH-IT-RIGHT...AND...NOT-LIGHT! QUIT-STALLING...S-T-A-L-L-I-N-G! Are-Ya-Going-Ta...LIGHT-THE-BOARDS...or-are-ya-JUST-BORING! JUST...LEFT-BEHIND? Left-to-Right...and...RIGHT-TO-LEFT...MODELS-are-SMILING! FLASHING...32! THIRTY-TWO...WHITE-CAPS! With...DARK-LASHES-IN...DARK-GLASSES! WOW...LIKE-WOW! Glasses-in-the-Dark...LIKE-WOW...THAT'S...JUST-WOW! Left-to-Right...and...Right-to-Left...THAT'S-EXIT...STAGE-LEFT! Don't-Be...LEFT-BEHIND! Are-Ya...RIDING-HIGH-TO-FAME...or-Just...SHAMED-TO...LEFT-STAGE?...

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It hard to know Why i was expelled From the fundamentals of poetry. Each day Like a loyal monk i played my flute With the basket Over my head. As the lemmings Passed In quadrangles of coe-eds. For everything i must remember Something must be forgotten. Often the days Of learning Have attempted to remove Both the marrow and my intuition From my bones. Learning is to suppress Creativity within Like a poor...

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Soldiers stand erect. Red and white uniforms guard British motorways. ...

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A beautiful breeze touches the branches of the evergreen, The branches come to life as if they were dancing. The branches a gentle green, Clusters of pinecones can be seen. On a windy day the pinecones fall from the branches, Falling gently on the green grass. The pinecones have a delicate perfect structure, When you view the pinecone. Appears tree like, As if God...

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