Short Tailspin Poems

in a tailspin
off-course  in the clouds
brief glint signals a win -
unnoticed corridor,
the light in darkness
locks my lynchpin...

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To faire du genoux in Paris
They mounted a wheel called Ferris
A few times around
Without touching ground
And her eyes shone like Polaris...

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A crusty goblin cracked a crevassed grin
While chasing odd witches in a tailspin
He heisted her fat black cat
Whereupon her broom she sat
To kill all the rats in his crusty den...

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“such much about nothing”


feck and friggin to my chagrin
while trying to monorhyme like Lin
i find i’m back at square one once again
in a square root of one imaginary unit tailspin...

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Its tailspin fireworks,
land and seascapes…
I pervade art…
its thumping of the chest,
its stars and stripes,
its garden of ingeniousness.

6/26/2021
Bite Size Poem no.9
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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The Fervent Fight



in a mighty tailspin we

see the ground coming,



but will we bail or instead

remain and fight so fervently...



because the battle is gained by

the taking charge of all our fears



9-30-09...

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My brain screams broken glass
program edits my thoughts
faster than I type
blood boils
burning holes in my heart
your up draft
put me in a tailspin
and this tree house
deserted jungle island
lifestyle
makes me stir crazy with every passing second...

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Once ravaged, souls salvaged
haunt savaged:
nostalgic for magic
in tragic
dreams psychotic, script agnostic
by despotic
lies chivalrous (shed fibrous
force frivolous)
to begin, my chagrin.
Our coffin
tailspin
plans covertly
to pervert
or convert....

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Mermadic waves, her feminine tailspin kaleidoscopic.
Drastic and hypnotic, nautical miles in search of new blood.
Sea’s miffed with white caps drawing Neptune, smarting for epic brawl.

6/4/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas...

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As the planet spins, my journey begins
Filled with chagrin, I struggle not to sin 
My thick skin, is trapping my soul within
This internal tailspin, wearing me thin
But I will lift my chin, and hold a grin
If God I trust in, my battle I will win

4/26/2017...

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Listen to poem:

my head's in a whirl 
life a perpetual blur

seems like yesterday
i played marbles
in the school yard

now i'm old and wrinkled
constantly wondering 
where it is and when i'm at



AP:  Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 24, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (27) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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I'm an old fashioned fellow
In a new-fangled world,
A square peg in a very round hole.
Gone's the world I grew up in,
This one's in a tailspin
And spiraling out of control.
Sometimes it's hard to keep up
As the world rushes by
And technology isn't to blame,
But the whole human race
Needs to slow down its pace
Before velocity snuffs out its flame....

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What is this strange sensation?
I can't focus on the day.
My mind is in a tailspin,
And I fritter the hours away.

Breathlessly, I gasp for air.
My fingers and toes are numb.
Temptation chills my bones.
What more will I succumb?

Balanced on a razor's edge,
I teeter on the cusp of doom.
No mercy for my ravaged heart,
Each time you walk into the room....

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Opposing forces center on the beam
Of its own tailspin flowing
As gravity prevails

As the rose's petals fall loosely down
Playing with the wind's coat tails
Its senseless beauty tells

How does science and beauty be engaged?
Only eyes that see its sway
Gains the truth of knowing



November 13, 2019
Pick A Title, Vol. 11 - Kimo(3 Stanzas) - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh...

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So many thoughts breeze through these winds

Echoing........

     Lost in a tailspin 

I close my eyes 

Yet I still see.......

Never knowing which vision is real..
 
But knowing in the future I will be able too see.....

Amazed at the Gift given to me

I cannot change what will come to be....

I will Trust in the Lord with all my Heart....

Each Morning You Restore My Soul.....

An Lead My Destiny.........

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Mini malls copper distortion
Forgotten parking lot meters
Store front greeters grimace
The straight narrow beaks to blend
Except when starlight offends wanton monkey binge

Give me bling to amend my shine
Never resigned but to revv up these hips
And feature the status rings of neighboring chinks
Chaste you never bought my fool

I was still scrubbing service
With the Lafayette oyster muddle
While we huddled from our body heat
Blocking out the mutual perception...

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CHILDHOOD SEX
	(for D.P.)
Oh, where is she now, love of my life, the woman I adore?
(I was five that summer, and she eighteen–—
in my childish heart of hearts, I had promised to marry,
knowing nothing of heartbreak and the grownup world of desire!)
— she walked up the steps ahead of me—
wearing a pair of those 1940s-style-cut white short-shorts 
like Lana Turner wore in “Postman”: 
and my heart did a tailspin–a turnover–—
from which I have never fully recovered!...

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Why not grow, a goatee or a beard
if you think, you look really weird

Why not wear, those three-quarter shorts
if you think, your legs look like warts

Why not wear, no belt with your pants
if you think, your rear end is for glance

Why not put those studs on your body
if you think, you were born a zombie

Why not put tattoos on your skin
if you think, you’re in a tailspin

Why don’t you like, what you see in the mirror
if you think, that you are getting queerer...

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