Short Spinner Poems

A
spinner
revolving-
foreboding in
mind....

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While weaving odd tales,
she buries herself deeper
into a mad world...

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Everything each of us gathers gratefully or greedily, is yielded to Earth eventually, every thing....

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A happy pumpkin named Spinner
went to a Halloween dinner
	he met girly gourd
	whom he much adored
they each went home a big winner...

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As the washing went round and rotated
She sat on the top and gyrated
When the spinner begun
She said “this is fun”
And finished her laundry elated...

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Even though Trump had  been a beginner,
And he still always was called a sinner;
Stories told;
New and old;
Caught horrendous fish with his spinner.

Sounds like another Trump story
to me....

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star site
unchained spiral
light spinner showering falls
fill the eye of wakening man
form sentient tomorrows

dream dance
made fair opal
tears of joy enliven we
sleep being not a choice writhe on
eternity waits not


Poet:Debbie Guzzi
Contest:Pen a Pensee
Date: July 1, 2012...

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He is a dancing king
A prancing thing

He jiggles and wiggles
To others delight and giggles 

He is a marvelous spinner
And a future award winner

But for today
I have to say

In this cafeteria
He is causing hysteria

As this is not the way we behave in here
And I am the lunch supervisor, I fear....

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My brand-new garden spinner twirls
When breezes start to blow.
It joins my dancing windsock,
Strips a’flying to and fro.

The wind provides the magic 
For the whirligigs and trees,
From little puffs of air to gusts
Of varying degrees.

On days when all is still, I hope
The weather will improve 
So I will once again enjoy
All things the wind does move....

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The most decorated cake in London Town
Placed on a spinner, went around and around.
Sweet frosting in pastels of every color
Decorated by my best friend’s father and mother

If it tastes half as wonderful as it looks
It will be a cake headed for the record books.
I am excited to see this confectionary delight.
Yum! Yum! She also tastes incredibly sweet and light....

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A momentary pause
 then a gust of wind applause
 and the earth shifts,
 revolves and spins and lifts.

A gentle breeze
 sped along the tops of trees
 as mother nature has a sneeze
 and the ground begins to wheeze.

Here it comes again.
 dark on gray clouds full of rain
 and seasons change to summer, autumn, winter, spring
 it's the wind spinner, nature's thing....

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Is she Artemis when she shoots, going back to her roots? Or Aphrodite when men fall without shoots, or benevolent Athena when she steps on the field, prepared for war in her boots. Unequaled and unchallenged, dominance assure with Nike carrying her on wings victory, a born winner without a spinner;  chance is not her inner. She is Alex Morgan, original and free; All the things women strive to be....

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When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry

“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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A spinner of poetry,
a weaver of prose

A seeker of truth,
or deceiver of both

Will verse be in conflict,
with chapter’s unrhymed

Can the feeling’s transfer,
is there likeness in kind

Will I always remember,
which prayer I must pray

Does the magic get lost,
if the wheat’s in the hay

Can I capture this moment,
be it virtue or vice

In my verse or a novel
—drawing water from ice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Dandelion 


Plush, white or yellow gold 
Leafy or furry , bold 
Dandelion
A stubborn weed 
Roots stumbling over trees

A  chandelier
A Ferris wheel 
A wind-spinner 
A light pole 
A striking tower 
Sun in the shade
An odd flower 

Mowed and plucked 
Arms stretched 
Grounding the earth 
Decomposed , its leaf 
Nourishes and 
Enriches the dirt 
Neutral is the soil 
Praying hands 
A land restored 



Marckincia Jean 
Free verse
07/31/19...

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Peristalic pangs percolate
rumbling grumbling groans of,
"Feed me!  Feed me!"

Chocolate chomping 
does not curtail the hollow hollering,
"Real food!  Real food!"

A clock controls the
dashing diner of
lunch munch, breakfast break,
or dinner for a spinner
out of this humongous hunger.

A platinum plate if you please
piled provocatively
with a sprawling spread
of vital vittles ASAP.

Ring the bell
grant grace sublime
its time to eat
enough of this rhyme!!...

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Am I a spinner of Poetry,
  or a weaver of Prose

A seeker of truth,
  or a deceiver of both

Is the verse now in conflict,
  with the twice written line

Do the feelings transfer,
  is their likeness in kind

Do I always remember,
  which prayer I must pray

Does the magic get lost,
  when the wheat’s in the hay

Am I able to say once,
  what I need to say twice

To explain what I’m feeling,
 —is the water now ice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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On a planetoid in our galaxy
lives a being of illumination;
spinning stardust from her palms,
in colored chromatic ecstasy.

Like ribbons flowing from her hands
that whip and whirl in lunar-play;
she crafts rainbows in motion,
electric neon swirling bands.

Brilliant cascade of locomotion
bobbing lights in outer space;
look up to the heavens in wonder
at her bright harmonic ocean.


5-23-2021
ALL YOURS (May 25) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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The "Awkward" Dancer

Dancer,
prancer . . . 

Spinner,
winner . . .

Stumble,
jumble!

Hit wall-
did fall . . .

Red face,
disgrace!

Applause -
- then pause . . .

I bow,
somehow !

___________________
March 19, 2017

Poetry/Footle/Fabulous Fun Footles
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 885-682-19
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Fabulous Fun Footles
Sponsor, Jan Allison, Judged 03/2017 

Second Place...

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