Best Boomerang Poems

A funny movie named Boomerang,
had Eddie, Eartha and quite a gang.
Eartha Kitt was Old Lady Eloise,
namesake for scents and the likes of these.
As an elder owner, her body sang.

Eddie Murphy aimed for the top.
Old Lady Eloise was hot.
He cringed to her love notions
to get a...

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The word’s speaker and listener would hear 
Cackling, 
Not from one another, 
But from a burning Sixo; 
They would feel
As though
A noose was choking 
Their voices 
Before they could even tell 
Themselves to “rest in peace”; 
They would see 
The bullets
That rushed, 
Jealously, 
Into the...

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Bent love never dies it just keeps bending. 
Until it morphs into a burning boomerang. 
That smacks you in the chambers of your half-mast heart.

I breathe inside a three-bedroom chasm.
Somewhere between happy and what ifs. 
Saying hello to a twenty-six-year-old echo.
Of close calls and head...

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I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.

I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out all night,
As mistakes of our older yesterdays, solicit tomorrow to...

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as my pen positions itself
between my fingers  and pillows itself on my hand…
…I know not why I write and still I’ve got to take this poem for a ride….

Thoughts spew inside my head – too
fast to articulate. Too deep to defend. Ticking like a...

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A cosmic river
of boomerang bullets
fired decades ago ripping through
Indian flesh Black bodies 
Vietnamese heads
Lebanese souls and millions more
of assorted uncounted Others each
little lead blob morphing through
ancient mosques and bible belts
Algerian dead ends in Mexican villages 
erased lives scattering through space time
shape shifting as they return...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Boomerang 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/1989


    A State Of Contemplation 

2morrow(
    ?)2morrow(
        ?)2morrow(
            ?)2morrow(
                ?)2morrow(
                    ?)2morrow(
     ...

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Four scores and seventy 
ingrained in blood stained garments
ancestors still rumbling in their graves
impatient souls lamenting their years 
pages kept turning
pens are writing
and the story is unfolding

Dead trees hang over broken walls
threadbare buildings stand solemnly
in a city that was once their home
mothers weeping for their...

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I was wondering
where the boomerang had gone
and then it struck me...

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Jaunty can't live without her
                                        ...

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What fools do sing of Karma?

Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though
any thoughts or theorems are constant.

I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid would be very proud of all of us.

See this place and time:

Sigma batwings beat like boomerangs,
doors slamming out the dust-choked...

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The spoken words that are sown
  Returns on karmic winds blown
Gathering the dark clouds we try to disown
 It can  bring us   a gentle rain
Or roar like a thunderstorm without restrain

The actions we take will come again
 Perhaps returning with the...

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Treat every female with respect
Never let one suffer neglect
Your Family Tree
Makes it plain to see
That each one will somewhere connect!...

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BOOMERANG

A long    crooked path
That is life
Walk-it-out in any direction
    finding mountain-born canyons
                           rapid...

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Can't get rid,
tried wiping on the mat.
Shits too ingrained
the smell just lingers.

Fumigation is futile,
I can't escape.
You just won't leave
Please go go go.

I think at last
you're gone for good.
Then STRIKE,
Back once again.

Leaving's so hard
for you to get.
Don't  boomerang
Please, go go go....

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