Best Careering Poems

In the cool of the evening he laid there basking 
as my fingers touched the gleaming surface of the pool.
Deeper i penetrated till my hand was beneath him,
slowly my fingers engaged his slithery belly,
then gently with a slight single movement
to and thro, then up and...

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I feel so tired… not with my work.. or my life…
I am so tired with my own thoughts own heart..
I would really like a few minutes break at last..
I have searched the whole world for a honest friend…
A friend to be with me always.. To...

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Each is a piece, a small part
of a composite that has come
together in a morning,
the frayed strands of dreams 
knitted into a waking timed now
to a slow tread on a familiar street. 
Then suddenly, careering through 
the center of my thoughts a train 
comes with...

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Careering headlong through an era of his mind
he needs to revisit his vision of that time
forgetting life there could often be a grind,
careering headlong through an era of his mind
where folk would not comprehend some oh so blind
that criminals were not alone committing crime,
careering headlong...

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I have an awful memory. It's sad.
Seemingly destroyed by that madman
Who, sixty-one years ago, pulled out
Without looking,and crashed into my car
Sending mine careering towards death.
Ha! I've got news for him, wherever,
I survived! 


But you robbed me of some dreams!
Dreams that, like all memories, are passive
And...

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I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
...

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There was a time
I thought
the world and me 
to be
too grown up for strong emotions.
I scorned all thoughts to do with love,
and, embarrassed, blinked back tears 
at children singing Silent Night.
But then, 
by chance, 
you came along. 
You, a woman who, 
for some reason, perhaps...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from afar for the nonce and based their documentary - as...

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I step up 
the open door awaits
sights appear in front 
canvassed blue is what I see..

Into it .. I jump..

and drop 
spearing
spiraling 
careering
head first 
into the unknown
trekking down 
at blistering speeds

Where I wake up..

and spread my arms, 
birthing wings
with sturdy legs 

as my quest begins

and...

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CHAPTER 6 (continued, c)

Several of the primate children 
Sat together in the branches 
Of a tree; they did not notice 
Danger silently approaching 
 
Through the leaves a brown and yellow 
Shiny scaly serpent slithered
Closer to the young gorillas 
Eyes unblinking glimmered palely
 
Then one of the watching mothers 
Saw the snake and cried...

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No antihistamine can 
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting *****
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,

where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most every punk
wrathful verbal sucker punches,
whereby yours truly habitually shrunk

within himself,...

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Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon 
or perchance an arid extra dry spell blows humungous dune
donning any brave soul to weather 
   fierce-some dust bowl appearing like a ghoulish goon
vis a vis via global sand...

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A catastrophic collision
Caused by two careering cars 
Created chaos on the causeway 
Crumpling chrome and carbon parts

The chime of crunching metal
The clash of clanging swords
The scream of screeching rubber
Echoed through the mountains gorge

Two opposing forces 
Starting distance equal breadth
Sped head long into the canyon
Meeting chaos...

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blowing balloons signaling 158 years since Appomattox
(Alternately titled always look on the bright side of life)

Armageddon would be morbidly amazing,
   concluding (reign of *****Sapiens)
   fascinating albeit simultaneously catastrophic boon
dog gull to accompany
   (this incognito sans, spacesuit attired as...

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Grant this civil yankee to doodle till Lee gets blue in the face 

blowing 99 red balloons April 9th, 2023
will signal 158 years since Appomattox
plus what would have been ninety sixth birth 
of the late Boyce Brandon Harris,
whereby yours truly the biological byproduct
when secular parents...

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