Best Careening Poems

I followed one day a spring breeze at play.
It seemed not to know where to go.
And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly -
meandered with it to and fro.

Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell.
Recovering, it picked up speed.
Alongside a rill, I ran with a...

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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise like a chorus harmonizing 
...In this vast of an eternal fold.

For I am Harriet Tubman
...leading souls unseen.
A beacon blazing hope, through...

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Written: October 05, 2023 
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Words are just darts thrown toward meaning.
In a linguistic dance, they find their gleaming
With every utterance, their aim takes flight.
Seeking understanding, conquering the night

But with atrocity on their hands, they agreed,
Words have the power to induce hearts to bleed.
Each syllable is a...

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Listen to the subtle sounds
that surround Mother Nature.
Hear a bubbling brook chuckle
as it gurgles over rocks.

Hear the drone of hummingbirds
or the songs of humpback whales.
And the sonic squeaks and clicks
exchanged by chatty dolphins.

Hear a cicada compete
with the chirp of a cricket.
And the wailing winds whistle
within...

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While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies

While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old jalopy van

Suddenly blue smoke and debris flying
The back tire must have bounced twenty feet up
My first thought, 'Stay STRAIGHT you bastard!'
Careening violently left,...

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Our cold crisp air augurs an early snow before Thanksgiving. I need to look for my warm fur-lined gloves. The snow tires are heaven knows where in our cluttered garage, but they must be searched for now not later, when frozen fumbling fingers complain loudly...

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Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon...

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One day, not long ago, I was careening 
like a kite on the winds of happiness
twirling through spaces of days that shone through all dark clouds.
Muddy puddles were beneath me, but they were far beneath.
My Sunshiny days evaporated the puddles,
yet always mud remains,
and from the...

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Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins were so excited and Dragon was always eager to please.
But he had to do it right, no matter whatever the...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses the air, chases the one before it, nudges it from...

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Some
orange-
bellied birds,
fork-tailed and dark
shiny-winged, have made 
their home on or near the 
rooftop of our house. Swiftly,
smoothly wheeling and careening,
bird-whooping to each other; freely,
happily they glide. . . comrades of the sky.

July 24, 2016 For the Etheree Contest of Kim Merryman
Note: If anyone knows what...

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His monkey-fascination made him own a “monkeyrium”
There, monkeys and cousin apes in their gladdening crusade freely reign
Unlike the sea creatures in the imprisoning aquarium
The funny troops have liberty in their haven’s domain.

Those monkeys, midst animated cartoon characters, are my son’s delight
Their cheerful quirks, especially that...

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Racist checkers-ego fueled. 
Back and forth they go. 
Jump me once I'll jump you twice. 
Careening toward the darkest back row.

Nothing left but two lonely pieces. 
Forever frozen in opposite corners.
Staring over a checkered past.
Over a field of a burned-out dream....

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CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread was put on...

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