Long Spinner Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

Read More

Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

Read More

https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-convergence-of-the-twain/

The Convergence of the Twain
                              ...

Read More

(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

Read More

I was a creative choreographer, for superb Broadway musicals and plays,
As musical winds choreograph motions, throughout any of our rosy days.

I lived for charms of elegant dance, for its beauty will forever be with us,
As...

Read More

Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani...

Read More

Once upon a time 
as this paragraph beings, 
the first sentence 
leads to the end.
My intentions 
intending these words 
that I'm sending to you 
as a friend 
I extend.
If you have an ear 
that you...

Read More

     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the 
       ...

Read More

" LAKESIDE" LAUN NIOSES AND " BIG KNUCKLE" TRYST HESSLER
WERE VICTORIUS IN A TAG BOUT AGAINST
GALBITRON TU M'AIMES AND " THE spotLIGHT" BRENT SPINNER

 A SCIENTIFIC CLASSIC SAW
" THE WORLDS FINEST" JEFFREY GRANT
  ...

Read More

Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest   Sponsored by: Mark Toney
______________________________________________________________

In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup,...

Read More

A mechanism of mind in the inner rune                           ...

Read More

My cocoon tightens –colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
 1099 - Emily Dickinson

Butterfly- A Glosa

My potential, held in a chrysalis,
I hide within a shadowed niche,
safe from...

Read More

Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, 
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek...

Read More

I bought an eighty-inch TV,
just for the box—
set it up like a teepee.
Jump in like tee-hee!
Throw the screen out the window.
Let it crash.
Now there’s an 80” stuck in my lawn,
and people slow down just to...

Read More

Under the bright lights and up on the main stage
A woman spins plates while the audience rage
She has on a tight dress in its sequined glory
We can watch her caper and listen to her story
I...

Read More

The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel

The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.


When first time I looked 
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a child’s curiosity to know, 
What it was? 
I had seen...

Read More

Spinner

                     Spinner, Spinner, What’s
           ...

Read More

Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams,
And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting.
Sleepwalkers amongst stars that never slumber, searching...

Read More

Berms rise high to the left and right,
they’ve created a wide gully,
another berm squares off the back,
so no stray rounds ever get free.

There’s a metal spinner back there,
sits just short of two hundred yards,
I squeeze...

Read More

When our kids where little it was our attention that they would seek
And so we’d set aside a night for games in the middle of each week.

Each Wednesday we would all sit down just to...

Read More

The Ancient mutiny of the Twain

In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.

The Author made one with the soiling...

Read More

A powerful Super Tornado Slammed down in my home 
town of  
Corpus Christi, Texas Several Summers back, or So  Swirled and Slashed
through town like Satan himself was Spewin’ and Slingin’ Sweet Texas farm...

Read More

SOLITUDE SOLILOQUY 
by Mark Miller © 12/22/2014

Like a suicide a funeral wake opens my bleached eyes of cobweb swirl  
Fog's fear rolls through  sleeps slumber nightmare torment land play 
Walking into unseen voice...

Read More

In the land of laundry, I search high and low,
for missing socks - wondering where do they go?
Each morning, I search for a matching pair,
but they seem to have disappeared into thin air. 

They were...

Read More

His blockbuster of a book,
just a huge, steaming heap
of a gobbler's gobbledygook,
        praised to highest heavens
        by blabbering blurb-writers
  ...

Read More