Long Cone shaped Poems

The Witch of Winslow Street

In West Saint John, no fortune sprang.
But greatness graced the Blue Rock Gang.
As Carleton rascals, David Goss
And Bobby Alexander launched
A secret goal that made them itch,
To see which woman was a...

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Standing on an open meadow, I had the celestial blues...
wanting to feel what was like to be somewhere else,
on a different planet where sunsets had luminous hues; 
was there another universe more beautiful than ours?

Night...

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Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors...

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A March unstable, April drizzles
At last, now dawns the month of May........

Children gather 'round a table
Making paste of flour, water, 
guidance from a loving mother
with pictures drawn in rainbow colors 

Pretty paper doilies landed
In the...

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In the forest, one I saw
Groping down a tree limb
Trembling like an old man
Dressed in a patchwork robe of
Green, gray, yellow and brown

Its colours were like the bark and leaves of the tree
At a glance,...

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What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause?  I 
     always find myself guessing about what type of lurid surreptitious 
     act of...

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This will not be a typical Christmas Day.
Home is one hundred million kilometers away.
There is desiccated orange soil all around.
Nowhere is there a fir tree to be found.
Nearby is a cone-shaped rock formation.
Perhaps we can...

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I love my lilacs. 
A sign of life that blooms
A tear to my eye, oh their fragrance
Cone-shaped petals of lavender and white
They forever grow in my heart

I pick and pick at them until they grow...

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"You are not alone" she whispered to a dying girl 
 while the angels swooped down to hold a pearl 
 Unspeakable acts in a world of dishumanisation
 mental illness is spreading, inside our Nation..

Why...

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I draw women, 
Booby women,
I like them.
They are round and good.
They make clothes seem pretty.
I am a 65-year-old woman.
I like women.
Women are the best.
I am not a lesbian, but I love boobs.
I am a product...

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Sand falls silently and relentlessly in a steady steam
from the top bulb to bottom bulb through hourglass neck.
Sand grains tick the seconds away as they flow,
forming an inverted cone-shaped pile.
Excess tumbling down the sides
of the...

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Christmas songs are played in all big houses.	
Harmonizes the spirit of mankind.		
Red cone-shaped hats are worn by all ages,	
It only makes Christmas day sought to find.	
Singing Christmas carols under streetlight,	
Timeless pleasure can be seen on...

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Ice cream cones are meant to drip 
But once you’ve got the knack,
You catch those drops on tongue or lip
To help preserve your snack.

At times the bottom of the cone
Might form a little hole,
Allowing an...

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The briny's ebbed and out of reach
and in its wake a fresh clean beach
but left behind and snagged on rock
are slimy strings of bladder wrack.
In rock pools some creatures marooned
and bits of bygone life abound,
like...

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