Short Cone Shaped Poems

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Premium Member Ice Cream

Ice Cream


    Lover of the shade,

    Chilled fruit of the high summer.

     Soft petalled flower,

     Edible varieties

     Budding from a cone shaped stem.


      Barry Stebbings
       05/30/18

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Form: Tanka


Premium Member Sun Day

SUN DAY

                                               Ocean
                                                Tide’s fun
                                                  Bold sun
                                                   Red nun

Jet ski flies o’er ocean, tide’s fun splash
All day affair - bold sun, red nun thrash

4/9/2017
Tyburn Form

*nun – cone-shaped buoy
Form: Tyburn

The Night Peddler

Escaping through a window,
he mounts a silver skeleton.
Flying downhill, dispensing power
through straining ligaments.
His heroic calves squeezing light
into cone-shaped yellow beams
Then uphill, the counter-attack
of implacable night.
The boy speeds through
sleeping streets,
cape flowing, eye-mask
unseen, essential though
for a peddle-powered hero
who patrols
by the glow of a dynamo.

Premium Member Dog of Geometric Shapes

Triangular ears, cone shaped nose,
trapezoid body, coil of a tail.

The abacus of your black beady eyes
speaks of arithmetic, calculations.
What algebraic mind sends you barking 
down the hall seeking out equations?

Licking your paws in algorithms
you breathe in cycles of in and out,
plus one and minus one --
napping in the zero of your bed.

You sweet, small mathematical creature,
I love you to infinity.
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Life In Monochrome

Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
numb.
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.

It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.

In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.

If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.


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