Short Pinwheels Poems

Pinwheels flying high.
Box Elders in Falls array.
Helicopter play!...

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Suckers or lollipops?
Solid or pinwheels?

Ones used for little girl props,
and one every minute reveals.
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a walk in the wind
in the fresh, fragrant season
vivifying breaths

a walk in wildness
sunlit hair is in my eyes
disorderly blooms

a walk in chaos
that keeps the pinwheels turning
as wind tours my street...

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Colors
Celebrations
City lights
Country gardens
Circling pinwheels
Coastal sunsets
Come and go
Change with seasons
Center the mind
Calm the soul
Colors continue
Certainty in life

Heidi Sands

5/10/21...

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SPRITZ

Season’s heavenly treats,
Shaped with a cookie press.

Stars, trees, pinwheels, wreaths -  with
Sugar sprinkles on top.

Sweet, crunchy after baked

Santa “cherry cheeks” smiles -
Sugar cookies and milk!

1/1/2017...

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summer day

harlequin first light
 pinwheels of spinning color ~
  lotus bloom opens

muggy afternoons
 humid summer monsoon rains ~
  birds sit in silence

nightfall holds its breath
 as twilight slips into dusk ~
  bright midnight stars yawn

8-6-21...

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A Shaman's mind, 
shinning visions and resurrected petroglyphs
wild horses running on a plain of stars
stick figures bringing down a behemoth
sitting 'round a story pit, souls touching flame afar
searching chanting embers for drumbeats waning
a procession floating into lavender canyon.. dreaming
pinwheels dancing along the sky and sea....

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Listen to poem:

On the hills is a forest of windmills.
A chimera mirage of 
shrill, garish pinwheels,
Wailing an endless lament 
to the tragedy of the commons.
They spin a yarn of the 
collapse of self-sufficiency
and starved frugality,
that yearned to curb our needs. 
It's already too late, 
or almost too late to ever succeed
in providing for the commons....

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Two small pinwheels once rosy and gay
Have faded in the sun, they are now dingy and gray
How brilliantly colorful they once were, probably
Popping with enthusiasm and joy to some degree

Now they are worn, faded, dull, and listlessly dead.
I have to blame their owner Mr. McFred
He should have brought them in before the snow
Wait; he is missing? How did I not know…...

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I deep-sixed toys, games, a bed and a picture book
Our font porch now has a much more organized look
In May I kept hundreds of junk I did not need
Crayolas, pinwheels, and blue petunia seed

Weirdly thinking I might someday need this or that
bent clarinet, torn photo and stuffed bat
knife broken in two, huge bag of red clover
a lesson this hoarder learns over and over...

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Origami tigress...
orange sun ribbons painting
gently rising ribs,
you sleep... a smiling cherub 
in the green silky nape of noon

Under a lavender moon
unfolding- arising
sashaying my cobblestone dreams
of a million carnal pinwheels.
A playful smack to the flank 
brings me to your sweetened stream
a black fanged bite to the soul 
and I'm forever yours...
Origami tigress...

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My palette bleeds in colors
of vibrant energy, electrifying
the senses.

Heavenly blues
that are married to 
psychedelic pinwheels.
a kaleidoscope is birthed 
on a canvas sea.

Explosion of cosmic hues
in solstice dance.

Tertiary overtones
bleed into 
pastel undertones,
searching my imagination
for new stories to tell; 
a mandala of enlightenment.

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Madness fills my mind.
Rabid thoughts pop in and out;
loneliness, longing
fatherless child, I.
Father, she, his?, mine, mine!

Madness flares red-caped
sorrow chases a cats tail.
My one child knows not. 
Not my brothers child, mine
Madness pinwheels razor blades.

Suffering I flee…….
my girl I clutch to only me,
from the bridge we dive
she and I together die.
Father? she, He, mine, MINE!

*Something Wicked Came....

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It is Spring and all humanity sings.
     As large pinwheels dance in her winds,
     And lovers lips blossom into roses.

     Hearts beat faster, with love in view.
     Time silences our egotistical will to win,
     Enchanted, carefree, we as sunlit boats.

     Observing beating veins in lovers’ arms throats,
     Racked with sweet, sensual desire to fulfill.
     Nature’s call, to honor Spring’s mystical will.



                        05/25/2023...

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Pinwheels lured the giraffe into the wilds of Cancun.
They were twirling millions of time faster than the moon.
You are so funny! Said a bullfrog; tall, but no big buffoon.
I am glad that you said giraffe. Can you sell me a balloon?
Pinwheels are all I sell said the bullfrog. They are colorful.
Twirling around and around is their ultimate goal.
I love them so much, it is difficult to watch them go bye-bye.
Sixteen please, the giraffe said because he was not shy....

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