Long Catherine wheel Poems

Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits, 
Fili was annoyed.  He wanted excitement.
He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves,
Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard,
He entered into...

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He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.

His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.

It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
all that his mind and eyes perceived,
be they...

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Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister 
Penny for the Guy

Nov 5th is close
Still need to finish the guy
Pa’s old clothes, 
Pants, button up shirt, 
Shoes and hat
Stuff and stuff 
Make the guy firm
Plenty...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I saw the eternal heavenly pathways
Uncoil their starry swirl,
And I watched the fabric of time drop stitches,
Split its’ seams and uncurl.
So the past and the future kissed again
And I saw the roof of night shatter,
Fracturing...

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Kate. 
Catherine Wheel. 

Left only char-mark traces on 
this dirty laundry line post; 
unrequited love so brightly shone 
scarred by a pyrotechnical ghost. 

Spun. 
Vibrant fire.

White hot with turquoise spangled eyes, 
burnt, exploded, rattled death;...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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