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
The air is a touch of Intellect, soft
It’s a raindrop in my lover eye
Or sharp carom in the back
Pain echoes for immortality
Joy wanting the freedoms lounge
Clarity in the pitch black
Or the divine shine,
Like the lamp beside me.
Categories:
carom, artme,
Form:
Free verse
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 of you
And so I kept a close watch
To give your dull mind a spark
Now and then teaching you, stoking your inner fire
What a fine eagle you turned out
Life’s battle you have won
Whereas I have lost one and all
We have now parted ways
You are now wrapped up with another
And I in my lonely mansion with father and mother.
Categories:
carom, brother,
Form:
Free verse
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 to him,
Ignored the passion till it flowed to brim,
Teased others as together we grew,
Till medical school, left were only few,
Hostel life was more of a fun,
Witty siblings added to real time pun,
Affection of parents in family of five,
Pretty house, floral garden, fruits and beehive,
Bright sunrise to twilight of sunset,
No hues were missing in my palette,
Delicacies that my mom cooked,
Anyone who ate got really hooked,
Carom, cards and chess that my dad laid,
Losers tried till years and decades,
Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
Little joys now unseen, have I turned blind ?
Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "Golden days" by rob carmack
Awarded 9th place
Categories:
carom, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
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 like a marathon,
they need a lot of will power.
Few are like gymnastics,
they need you to be flexible.
Few are like weightlifting,
they test your ability.
Each one is unique and thrilling.
As our strength differs,
We cannot win every game.
Keep in mind this simple rule – JUST PLAY!
Categories:
carom, inspiration, inspirational, motivation,
Form:
Imagism
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 fit
insects of every shape
and watercolor
tangoed past
as if ordered
by some higher authority
stinging pain carom off the
right side of my heart
and get lost
fall asleep
earlier than smoking the wicker
Categories:
carom, allegory, imagination, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Light Verse
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 elegant for
such tiny hands
her nails were ornately painted
with purple flowers on a white back lay
she must have been very ambidextrous as
each tiny fingernail looked exactly alike
it was winter and there was about
18 inches of snow in the lanes
she wore white rubber boots
the bus wore its annual tire chains.
I was dressed in my traditional white tennis shoes,
weathered blue jeans a white Eddie Bauer T
and my socks were soaking wet
from trying to dodge the slush
near the bus stops
she was enveloped in a long
camel-hair pea coat
and, crazy as it sounds
a feather hat much like
Robin Hood used to wear
I thought I would depart before her
as she asked for a transfer
like a novice-carom-billiard player
I almost fell flat on my backside
when the bus shot off
before I could grab the overhead rail
as I lent her my seat
the bus was lousy
with swing shift laborers
headed to the fish packing plants
I one of them
pangs of passion
swelled deep in my heart
and seeped through every pore
I wanted to hold her in my arms
and love her, nothing more.
then she left, brushed close by me
and the driver sweetly shut the door
pain exhaled softly
silencing a lion's roar
with mangled mane (and vanquished pride)
I knew not what to infer
through toothless jaws silently cried
my heart alone for her
the seat where she once sat
remained unoccupied
save for her plumed hat
that I stared at
'til the end of my ride
Categories:
carom, life, lost love, for
Form:
Light Verse
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
Categories:
carom, black love, change,
Form:
Alliteration
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
Categories:
carom, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
The city’s streaming lights are
incandescent veins,
you and I a runaway fizz of champagne.
From gilded parlor to speakeasy
we carom,
giddy bubbles out to carbonate the still night.
And the city is now sparkling,
intoxicating as new love.
Categories:
carom, city, drink, imagery, light,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
carom, loss
Form:
Free verse
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, tears gently dripping
into the void with clatter and whistle fading behind.
Echo and boom, career and carom
about the cortical fast track;
off steel and cement howls a chilling lament
for those leaving home to never come back.
Upon this evil stretch of line all is wrong and amiss,
the wrong type of leaves, the wrong type of snow,
wrong sense of direction, wrong love, wrong kiss,
wrong reasons to stay, no reason not to go.
Cursing this place, the look on her face
reduced life to perpetual travel;
alone in a carriage the dark side of marriage
made love's fragile tapestry slowly unravel
right to the end of the line...
Categories:
carom, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
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 with over studied indifference.
Four dimensional mind games in two four time with ever changing keys
What color was that harmonic?
What kind of english was used to play it?
The loser wracks his brain cells
Then steps back for a break
Categories:
carom, life, love, wife,
Form:
Bio
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 colored chatter caught in chaos shed to scatter
Like the ashes of a warrior how could it really matter
What’s first wrung from hidden childhood fears
May not sound as jarring after lo these many years
But the trains of thought I ride carry weight to hold aside
As they clatter through the stations un expressed
Rattled reasons Battered seasons misled missions
Deliberate decisions carom through silly severed sessions
As I contemplate concessions to a tired weary mind
Another cup of coffee couldn’t hurt
Categories:
carom, life, on work and
Form:
Wood Nymph, wraps white
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes
in obvious "ka_ching"!
'Oh wait till you see what she does next",
tattles the tree, in an excited and mischievous
foreboding.
Itself, a Familiar and Servant,
hypnotized to carry and present her gift of wrap
and wrap of gift.
The naughty Nymph O pushes herself halfway up
like a tired and cautious sloth
(on the lip of a drinking cup.)
An innocent look beguiles her face
as essence of bark soils it's digits up,
To stick like a sponge to her curves like a leech
leeching much.
Nurses a clamp to her soft skin
as if to aspire seed of sapling in sap, sapping sin.
As She stares through, impossibly pierced,
her cruelly clumsy jiggle starks the eye
in an ultra violence of lumplumpsum.
The forest stirs with whispers of silence,
gossiper secretions to soil more.
Wood nymph dances careless,
her story unfolding, merciless amore.
Her web weaving legs, wrapped in ethereal grace,
licks of
delicate tricks of creature of delicacy.
Surreal ad vise given visa visage
it's enchanting embrace.
The trees, they giggle with mischievous delight,
as they await her next move, a magical sight.
A familiar servant, the branches extend,
presenting her gifts, their devotion, bend.
Halfway she rises, cautious and slow, oh dear.
Like a tired sloth, uncertain where to go
but nearer near.
Innocence plays upon her beguiling face,
as she clings to the bark, leaving presiding trace.
A sponge to her curves, the bark holds so tight,
seeks to crumble there.
Leaving a mark, a visible sign of it's mare.
But she dances on, with a clumsy sway.
A violence of debauchery in a mystical play,
there there, tears tears tears.
Her presence, it lingers, in the air, a fragrance,
mimicking the soul bare.
A poem to stir souls, in carom of supernatural
resonance in crept.
The wood nymph bewitches with every step,
to numb your penance swept.
Leaving an imprint of memory kept as plum-line erect.
In the depths of the forest, her essence will remain,
a powerful muse, never to wane.
For she is a poet's dream, an excuse so rare,
relished relic of the gone insane.
Captivated, beyond complain,
the Satyr's forehead yields sign, pops a vein.
Categories:
carom, april, art,
Form:
Rhyme
In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate
A tropical canopy perennially
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise
When all laden and encumber
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments
paroxysm laments
When in a verklempt presence
reach out towards God’s luminescence
Categories:
carom, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme