Long Cartwheels Poems

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Premium Member A Blustery Autumn Day

A Blustery Autumn Day

Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
 Carried away on blustery gusts,
  Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
    In tiny whirlwinds of yellow, orange and umber –
     Floating like capricious ghosts into hazy skies
      Waiting for the rains -
Then chasing jubilees of color into dry puddles of drifting leaves,
 	Like flying cartwheels,
Scattering,
Then gathering in again, 
And just for fun 
Lifting fringes of woolen mufflers, warding off the chill,
Taking aim at woolen hats with rowdy gusts
Delighting in their tumbling down broad sidewalks,
Crowded with bright leaves, 
In pirouettes,  
Spinning kaleidoscopes in shades of whimsy,
Careening down the lanes or bustling avenues,
Catching breath again to huff and puff,
Blowing in erratic tempest tarantellas,
And giggle 
Watching footballs taking errant paths,
Tickling summered tree limbs exposed,	
No cover for their naked branches,
With passing gales of glee,
Resounding with the call of cornucopia’s horn 
To gather in the Indian corn, pumpkins and ripe wheat
Before the coming days of icy storms
Blow hard with unrelenting icy currents
In winter squalls returning.


Countdown To Clone Day, Rubbish Writing

Granules of recollection rub like salt 
Flailing in the fog of seven years ago
Deafened by incessant frog cries
Vines dangling began attaching to each other 
Drying river stagnated, slime slippery with algae 
Vigorous tree growth stooped in defeat
Muddy river banks fixed my feet, prisoners
Quick sand sapped my energy, ate my memories 

Spears of bygone javelin my lungs, make gasp
Emerging from the mist of six years ago
Mountain side incredibly steep left me breathless
Static crinkle hissed between my eardrums 
Channels flip changed without my inference 
Hard luck hollowing trunks of high altitude 
Offered to swallow my past, kindly include present

Flattened cushions of childhood fights , bring distance
Spinning cartwheels into oblivion of five years ago
Faintly flickering home movies startle between grins 
Marbled images depict how we were, junctions punctured
Paths deviated, split decisions, moments distilled
Bottles broken, options poured, down the sink

Faltering swell glimmers foaming overdrawn fantasies
Slices rewound reflect fleeting of four years ago
Head barely above, awash in nonsense, victim of tides
Pushed under and pulled above, or is it more apt 
the other way 'round, heavy, ocean surrounds drowns

Pencil case zipper obediently conceals, shoved down
Fragmented fragrant shavings of three years ago 
Greyed erasers took too much, left the wrong stuff
Coloured stubs refuse to function, shrink upon prompting

Mirror tells me glamour remains against toughest test
High eyebrows, pristine lip lustre of two years ago 
Marilyn wink in the blink of camera, busy filtering truth

Tree hugging  Boho took over, appealed to populus ideal 
Cocaine sand between toasted toes, garland encircling forehead

Currently I'm languishing in roses

bestowed by crown of thorns
    
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Premium Member Inanimate Objects

Have you ever had this happen to you?

You're walking along, minding your business

When a pole leaps out in front of you

Rattles your brain leaving you senseless

Inanimate objects aren't so inanimate 

It seems they have a mind of their own

You're strolling along when a boulder appears

Stub your toe and it hurts to the bone

Sometimes when your patio doors are clean

It's just like there's no glass at all

With a confident stride, you slam into them 

Smash your nose and you try not to bawl 

You're running for a bus and then it happens

You slip on a discarded banana peel

You wind up with your bum high in the air

Doing amazing acrobatic cartwheels

You wonder how these inanimate objects

Seem to know when it's right to attack

It happens when you surely least expect it

And your wheels come right off the track!


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Of Infinity

~Of Infinity~

Infinity spoke at Genesis
Drawing up finite from the abyss
Light, overjoyed,
Raced with cartwheels in the beyond.

Newborn light, in vain, searches
For a border, a boundary,
Like fleeting hallucinations,
Ever expanding the elastic expansive
		~
Seamless continuum of joy 
In a shapeless womb 
With no punctuated spaces
Of an algorithmic solution
		~
Defining definitions absent
Time folded into the Ubiquitous 
Echoes of reverberations swallowed
Like shadows chasing mirages

Seamless, lyrical line of continuity
Infrared joined in perpetuity to ultraviolet
The fire and ice of our season’s continuums
Falls away

Enigma of the flesh bound mind
Gives way to the ageless spirit child
Stepping through a stardust trail
Into endless galaxies of formless grace

Infinity invokes us into
Abiding everlasting blessing
Resolution of redemption
And it is good! 
 
11/23/21
Contest: This or That – Of Infinity
Title Chosen: Of Infinity
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Room For Two

Turning cartwheels under August’ dusk,
The gentle aroma from the blossoms musk,
The stillness lays the day to rest,
As the sun finishes it’s daily quest,

Time again we’ve bore witness to this,
This beauty of a summers kiss,
Right here under this very tree,
I’ve passionate memories of you and me,

You always said this was the place,
Your absolutely favourite space,
You’d say “Make sure that I’m beautifully dressed,”
“Then under my tree lay me to rest”

So here you are my gentle bird,
My throat is dry and my eyes are blurred,
But your sleeping where you longed to be,
No longer standing next to me.

Nothing will ever be the same,
Never again will you say my name,
As much as I’m glad your finally free,
I’ll never hold you under our tree.

There’s nothing left for me to see,
There’s nowhere else I need to be,
Tomorrow I’ll be there with you,
Because I’ve made sure that there’s room for two.


Premium Member Cracker Jack Energy Wakes Me

Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
Jumping me awake 
Energized, eager, energy galore.
I wake up to cartwheels, giggles and spins.
Open one eye and catch a half pirouette jump
Off the bed onto the dresser?  Giggle, giggle.

Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
A happy face shadows mine.
My eyes flash open. 
I am looking into the eyes of two sprites.
No one should be this happy in the morning.
It is their M.O.
They are glad to be alive! 
Glad I am their Mom. Giggle. Giggle.

Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
My arms slowly rise up, and I yawn.
They see my traitorous mouth begin its upward corner dance.
I cannot help it!  They are in my face, grinning like Cheshire Cat’s mama!
No one should be this pleased to be awoken at 5:30 a.m. but I am.

Because they are my world.
My life, my purpose, my mission, my boys.
Spit spot! Spit spot!
I jump up and race for the bathroom.
Two giggling boys right behind me.
I have not been in the bathroom alone
For four or five years.
No worries.



Written 8-24-2019   
Contest: Wow Me
Sponsor Nina Parmenter

A Whiter Shade Of Pale

I skipped the light fandango, 
as I walked across the night  
turning cartwheels
upon a sky lit floor.  

I was feeling kind of sea sick, 
as the stars cried out with roar 
the ceiling flew away  
and so I soared, a little more   (pause) 
           And so it was, 
                  as I raved against the embers,
                   and the dying of the light,      
I turned a whiter,                 shade of pale;
 
******

As I wandered through His garden 
I could not help but let it be 
and as the killer told his tale,
I watched the water, turn to light; 
  
Just his 16th vessel virgin,
I was filled with cold and dread
but the truth was plain to see
as I wandered through God's garden, 
I'd had been mistaken, sadly left
                 for dead.
  
Although my eyes were open 
they might as well be closed 
as I skipped the light fandango 
He turned the water, into shades  
                 of pale*  

He turned the water, into Light  

and so it was ...
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Dream Angel

Once a dream angel appeared in my room
Saying he’d come to fly me up to the moon
He fixed angel wings to my silken nightgown 
Came a halo of roses my head for to crown.

Taking my hand we flew into the night
And we landed on the moon lit up bright
Then the two of us lovingly embraced
Lovers in the wonder of outer space.

We spent happy hours wishing upon stars
Catching moonbeams to take home in a jar
Went tripping a light fandango moon waltz 
Doing moonlight cartwheels and somersaults.

The dream sadly came to abrupt ending
Wishing that it’d be a dream pending
I never saw my dream angel again
Not even got to know what was his name.

I call him my sweet secret dream angel
One day I hope so much to be able
To dance upon the moon’s face just once more
With the dream angel who made my heart soar.

“Sadly it was all only make believe.”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Failed At Love

You came to me in an open dream,
for ever since I was born.

This chassis can of pleasure, to sing,
to inspire cartwheels with perfect form.

I'll tell you if I can or if it began,
where it's empty or if love is not the food.

Hollow love not printed with love's warning.

Listen to the soul's spilling.
     Listen to it's blues,
staggering along ceasing to be pretending.

A shadow hanging freshly minted,
"Never-mind"
     and," I'm sorry".

Learn when or where or why
      or how it came to light,
           or the how to end.

Open and close the door to this ador,
soul left empty and hollow,
     it's failed at love.


1/6/2018
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member How Long Will This Innocence Last

I ponder
How long will this innocence last.
As I watch him play….take leave
Of our world
And become a dinosaur,
Roar and stomp and laugh
And mispronounce their names.

I watch her pirouette
Turn cartwheels
Dance to a tune only she hears
Tumble to the floor….. laughing.

I struggle to protect them
To shield them from
The righteousness of authoritarianism 
To permit them to be themselves.

It is not my job to mold them
Shape them, compel them
But to provide them a safe place
To discover their uniqueness
To explore, to dare to be
A dinosaur, a ballerina
A child.


John G. Lawless
©4/8/2022

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