Best Carom Poems

Conception

There
In seconds words birth
A phrase laboring me to pen
Anticipation of a perfect offspring
Contraction squint the mind for me
That shudders a intent, until
It flops on the page, kicking
Father critic oversee sternly 
At times pushing me to the side
I separate from a creator
A witness as it breathes...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown and paint by and by
of sylvan symbiote's 
in magic-detection-anecdote-dissemination 
scapegoat,
where...

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My childhood friend, my blood brother
We did a lot of fun things together
Playing carom, table tennis and skating
You were the dull school boy
My eyes were always pained 
To see you struggle through school
The painting on the wall of the little boy in tears
Always reminded me...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A FROG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I were a frog sunning myself on a lily pad
No cares or worries to drive me mad or sad
I’ll  play it cool, wait for insects out on the fly
A plump worm, two mosquitoes are my...

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Golden days





Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
little joys lived to most, recalls the mind,
Aiming sky high and free as birds,
Cherished life, simple were our words,

Childhood friend at primary school,
Waited daily for me but I was such a fool,
One reserved seat for me always next...

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Each day is like a different game
Few are like chess,
they need tactics to win.
Few are like a carom match,
they need perfect aiming.
Few are like a tennis tournament,
they need concentration.
Few are like a relay race,
they need cooperation.
Few are like swimming,
they need a lot of stamina.
Few are...

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Faint away Ry Cooder 
as the candle flame danced 
reddish green and the wick crackled 

Cassiopeia together 
through the night screen 
crooned Diana Krall 
and a dying moon 

three white birds 
softly perched at the 
window sill 
hoping to join in 
their warble a suitable...

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she got on about three stops after I did 
I was sure she was conversant in ballet 
by the way she danced up the steps 
and delicately deposited her passage 
into the device next to the driver 

her fingers were disproportionately 
long and far too...

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Altiloquent in behavior
Quick to carom
Unabashedly pawky
A labyrinthine of misadventure

Like living in Greenland
Hardly felt warmth
Got the oil-
Wanted nothing more

Silenced your weapon
Named it trust
In the end
Just shot yourself

Like Halloween everyday
Since the mask came on
A new disguise
Darker and darker you stay...

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crisp hot paranthas stuffed with
mashed boiled potatoes, 
spiced with ginger and carom 
topped with white butter 
and pickle of choice
finger lick
treat!


Date: 9.11.2014...

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The city’s streaming lights are 
                                       ...

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The Foyer Of The Heart


In the center there’s
a hollow

small, enclosed,
oval like a locket

called the foyer 
of the heart.

There the bullets 
carom while 

the widow,
room to room, 

hunts her man 
around the house.


Donal Mahoney...

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Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track 
slowing into a dead end shunting yard; 
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored 
amidst groans from the red-faced station guard.

Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy, 
indecipherable instructions relayed to the blind; 
framed by diesel fumes,...

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random thoughts carom from shuttered sights
in geometric harmonies  of cacophony colors
reverberating drum rolls kaleidoscopically spinning
through theoretical manoeuvres of polished possibilities
Feelings of frustration follow  furrowed  brows of fluidic concentration 
Trying to ascertain where these thoughts began
While my partner calmly chalks her cues ...

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Hidden in  musty dusty folds of ragged thoughts I've sought to hide
Unbidden and driven by emotions chained in dungeons deep and wide
Bursting free from no sensation  breaking into concentration
They fly and burst asunder as they thunder on the jetties of my mind 
Cacophonic...

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