Best Careens Poems
Off his leash, he escapes,
diving under a chair.
Through each room of our house,
he darts here; he darts there.
Little scamp can’t be caught.
He careens crazily.
For his collar I reach,
but he dashes from me.
To his food dish he goes,
Ah! My time has now come.
He is back on the leash
and unable to run.
I know our puppy will calm down in time.
We find his toys and bones he likes to bite.
We gently rub his tummy as he lies
beside us with the coming of the night.
Lullaby, Doggie.
Lay down your head.
Sweet dreams for our Snickers
asleep on our bed.
for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--
Rhythm Poems
Soldiers dying,
Wives crying;
Politicians lying,
Wise men 'why-ing.'
The media's ablaze,
Sexual harassment crazed;
In the rest of the world
Terrorism's unfurled
The world careens forward,
Never turning back;
Technology's king--
It's civility we lack!
Encased in earthen form, I rise,
held chest-tight with fear my eyes belie.
Tumbled stone and ancient steps so steep,
lead to a mound and valley deep
where I let loose my song to sky.
The song resounds from crag to peak
a lonely echo blue on green.
The soulful song from quartz careens
and shames the hillside cold cheek
returning brazen, seldom meek.
For once sent forth, it must return,
its formless flight, a brief sojourn,
A repetition not unique,
a hollow copy which respeaks
of lovers lost and trust unearned.
Boomerrang Contest
I can see clearly
what has always been.
Love's Horizon
nothing more and nothing less.
My soul careens in this
new emotion timeless
and pure.
Drawn to you by your
dauntless love.
Once I was broken,
now healed by your words spoken.
Your love illuminating the
vast distance from cross to heart..
Transforming a path to
your devotion and side.
Laminating your love for me,
like gentle breeze caresses
the crest of the sea.
I can see clearly now
past the mist of time.
Into a dream sublime.
Awaiting the dawn of
a new heaven timeless
and pure with you.
The air is crisp, cold weather
that you can sink your teeth into.
It's midwinter with a brief break
between rainy weather fronts.
My fat limping dog and I have
got to get out of the house and
find some wildness.
He lets me know of his happiness
and I ignore his comment about hypocrites
as I put his leash on and
he drags me down the trail.
"How will we ever find wildness
under these conditions?"
he barks at me.
"Maybe this time boss?
Maybe this time you will let go?"
We walk down the trail by
the storm swollen stream and
hear the same question posed in the air.
The storm stream tries hard to break free
and wreck havoc, but,
the well engineered cement banks
give it nothing to grab hold of and it
careens on past to the sea, harmlessly.
The river's only hope to spread wildness
is another storm to raise its banks.
The grass above the banks is all of a kind,
easily mowed, and no threat to the asphalt
path we walk.
There is some hope of wildness
in the windblown debris
left over from the storm.
Perhaps seeds of a hardier folk
will move in among the grasses and
the perfect line of trees
that border the trail.
Such strangers will have to hide
and take cover before the caretakers
of the trail arrive tomorrow.
They will efficiently find all wildness
from the storm and make sure that
it is all discarded and hauled to the dump.
Perhaps I am looking for nature
in all the wrong places.
Here it has been collared and leashed
and rendered docile.
Still it fights back.
My hopeful dog directs my attention to the stream
and points to an otter that sinks when I look.
"Maybe this time, boss?" he implores.
Overhead, three noisy geese, free as you please,
as insolent as if they were twenty,
announce their imminent landing
at the county water control pond.
Not all of us are on a leash yet.
A.W. Nutter
Condemning chants from the crowd
Final resting place growing nearer
Death envelopes, in a dark shroud
Plunging toward the final chapter
Weight of the rough hewn wood
More than a young soul can bear
To many voices, so misunderstood
The sins of the father, mine to fear
Sons and daughters, of the damned
Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion
Taste for a new soul being fanned
As the priest offers the benediction
Hand forced open, exposing the palm
Three nails, retribution for imagined sin
Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm
Screaming as the metal pierces the skin
The holy trinity watching from above
Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
As out of control this life careens
Hanging on a cross, life upside down
Suffering through life and eternity my fate
To another hell, a maligned soul is bound
Haunted by memories, devoured by hate
Chemically: crystalline carbon compound
Commonly consumed as coffee, Coke
Choices? Consider chocolate
Craziness careens corners
Attitude and attention adjuster
Autumn afternoon activator
Accelerated activities
Ask another altruistic answerable
Fathoming fatherhood
Folgers: fresh or frozen
Foolish frolicking
Fickle frazzled frog
Favorite flavor?
French fanilla (fun!)
Famous for flying
Fan for “FREEDOM!!”
Endurance enhancer
E’erlasting elixir
Endocrine epoxic effects
Essayist endorser
I, internal igniter
Interestingly included
In iced infusions
Imagine: ignorance imploded
Nosy noisy neighbors
Night-time ne’er-ender
Negative nightmares…
Nice neanderthal!
Everyone’s elated
Elliptical epiphany!
Elephants eat evergreens!
Ellipsis
Diatonic tree's,
slimy grease,
clanky careens-
and dodgy reefs,
slogs of sleeves
of Bogs of things,
one character breathe's,
another is obscene,
have you not heard of a ...
As tangy waft careens into my mind
To softly rouse a glittering twilight,
I frolic with the northern breeze, refined
On imprints of an ever- threading night.
And copper-like, my senses mildly clothed
with fibrils tracing ripples on warm flesh;
this zephyr cool guides evensong hollowed
by a mystique startling birds’ tunes, afresh.
Until the trade-wind fades before new morn
oh guardian of air will bid me still;
my breath feeding the hours with time reborn
till dewy waft on skyline claims goodwill.
That I, a child of moon, shall testify
as witness to the gentle billow’s sigh.
My Favourite Forms - Haibun or Sonnet
Contest of Heather Ober
9/17/2015
Winding path through the tawny wood
Hanging branches form a shadowy hood
Dangling vines each spindled fold lace
Slippery, svelte moss cloaks the base
The vented light peeps through fibrous trellis
Addled mind with beauty to encase
Swerving shadows creep down the swaying lattice
Each truncated step to efface
Fallen leaves weave a sprawling mat
Soft soles o'er silky fibers prat
Trodding o'er tender mushrooms, rendered scat
Listless feet trample each groove; probe each slat
Restless roots the rugged edges trace
The undergrowth crowds the shrinking space
Meandering route into sleepy hollow careens
Whittled bushes, saw grass the stillness gleans
Through the swaddled cradle padded soles calmly pace
The rhythmic lullaby of whistling wind heart doth embrace
Through stunted hollow into bracketed thicket
Spiny branches throw up a cumbersome picket
Each spiked shrub colludes to form a sticky wicket
Bristling, twining band is serenaded by singing cricket
Struggling through the gristly garden
My stinging heels bleed for reprieve, pardon
Just ahead, a carpeted, emerald meadow streams
My sodden feet dance into the velvety seams
One lopes through
his dense tree occupied domain,
thinly dappled,dispersed stripes
gleaming,
dully on a soft fur coat,
tongue lolling lazily in and out of
a pearl toothed mouth
Another careens widely across
her vivid fields green fields
wind flapping back
watchful ears,
screeching to a stop to
sniff and
hone in on the scent
of a shivering quarry,
jet black fur shining in
blazing light
the last scampers neatly on
swift toes through
his unknown vine-tangled trails ,
ever exploring the lands
beyond his own vast territory,
unveiling whatever remains
covert to his curios mind
My dogs seem out of place
in my backyard
Red hue adorns the western sky
As the blazing sun descends
Tears fall freely from my eyes
Prayers stifled, as daylight ends
Frightened and alone, in this cell
Sleep would bring welcome relief
From the fear, beginning to swell
Testing my will, testing my belief
Judas Iscariot, was my betrayer
Jealousy and greed, sinful traits
A single kiss delivered his savior
Choosing death, sealing his fate
The jailers adorn me with a crown
My body is beaten and bruised
In their sins they have drowned
Proclaiming me, King of the Jews
A faithful son, obeying his father
Accepting, my preordained ending
From his will I would never falter
My love for humankind is unending
Hands opened, exposing the palms
Screaming, as metal pierces the skin
Tearfully reciting my favorite psalm
Sacrificial lamb, for imagined sin
My father watching from above
As out of control my life careens
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
Turning away, refusing to intervene
I was preordained for crucifixion
For the Gentiles and Jews alike
Freely offering eternity in heaven
Ask forgiveness, receive salvation
Sweet virgin, with the tenderest eyes,
We will burn together at the stake.
For all the dreams we tried to douse,
That have kept us both awake.
For I fell into your temptress arms,
Like a child falls into a well.
Like angels fall from the sky,
Like the innocent fall into hell.
Sweet virgin, with the tenderest lips,
And a smile that careens my soul.
We stand together before the crowd,
In a flame that swallows us whole.
I see you in my dreams
I feel you in my arms
But reaching out to touch you
Only causes harm
You are not there on my pillow
You are nowhere to be found
Sheer despair surrounds me
In my tears I drown…
Please take me back, my darling
This time I’ll treat you right
For if you won’t, I swear to God
I will not live another night…
What’s this? The phone is ringing
It’s your number on the screen
As I pick up the receiver
My equilibrium careens
I think the words ‘I love you’
But all I hear come out
Is your voice on the other end
Calling me a lout…
The click I hear is like a knife
To pierce my very soul
A lunge into my very heart
~ May God seize full control
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!