Best Bobbling Poems

It’s a recurring thought –
Over and over again –
Reverberating in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites...

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis)

Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991


Before they could lower Miles 
into the damp, dark ground
Two of the PALL BEARERS
Thought they heard musical sounds

Before the Preacher could say
Turn your BiblesTo Acts, 
The preacher paused.

After he read Deuteronomy
He looked back

But there was nothing...

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The plaguing tictocs, of the grandfather clockProduces an electric current upon my skinAwakening cobwebs in my mind like a frockThe horrific chagrin begs the question of sinA subtle distinction mid death and extinctionNot entitled to a timely refund by the kinetic forceA fiery necklace swings...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way each which way-the...

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Now anger had come to penetrate me, and evil has come to kiss me softly...tension exploded my v***** to squirt waterfalls of mayhem. 
I try to close my legs but find that I have been impregnated with a vengeance and her twin disappointment.
I begin to...

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Luck 'tis said lies bobbling in Guinness head
The more you savor, the more luck you spread
With songs, banter, tales and jokes
Better done by Irish folks
Born to lilt a story, laughter inbred....

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Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them; like them there those-three-Mooring-up a little-bit bit more, 
grazing every-way...

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Mother’s Pearls

Pure pearls bobbling along, huge,
Mum wants me each day to wear, 
Dance gear in grandmother’s day, 
Conversation here is psychiatrical, 
The pearl is a sequence suggestive, 
Of society’s progress of modernity: 
Even the pearls don’t want to be worn....

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Ten years ago, there was a cock
Who lived up to his name.
For though he left us all well-fed,
He left the yard in shame.

Replaced was he by one who was
A very silly goose.
That goose got cooked; he cooked himself;
A danger being loose!

And with him was a...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté:
Fermented, sour liver compost

I know, 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air guitar riffs
that’ll make any party stiff Mummy die

This I know,
because...

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Yes falling-down found rustling up-down shuffling-up slipping-down-
down up-down-and-up-and-again. Rolling-up-up-down-bobbling up-all-around-and-
down-again-around yes... again-and-again, yes-time, and-again... ! Skip-slip-slip skip 
skip-slipping up-rising-dropping down-slipping-up-drop-bop-bop-bop-again-slipping-up-
down-and again in-between the-cracks in-the-floor (h)and-fed to-the-gully-men slaves
peace-plays ((o))n the-minds-of everyone-as they-row, (((w)))hat-ever rugged cross... .

(G)rief-does not-lye down-upon ((o))ne no but-everyone an-ever-perfect, bed-of-roses... 
thorns, blessing them...

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Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay
Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk
The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints
Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night.

Listen closely as the bobbling yachts creak, groan, rock and lilt
Whispering and murmuring...

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Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding. 

Yes from when turning or if you will consider; returning...

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Its so hard to be different in many ways unique, fresh, oblique
Confronting not conforming, defying not complying
Requires courage, conviction, confidence to be out there upfront emboldened.
Shedding the safe garments of compliance, the safe hat and cloak of correctness.
It is akin to stepping outside of yourself...

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~ (~) The-Sun-rising-growing-high-evolving-in the tender emotion of-the-day, fresh-honey-
dew-growing-wild-shimmering-there-lying on the new blue-morning grasses reminds-me, as-
I-reminisce - cookies fall with Him always landing where they will and so time will forever tell 
the story... like the sweetness of the smell of the honeysuckle swaying in the...

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