Best Flotation Poems

Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but...

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Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are mentioned by name in the holy bible.
Hosts of angels appear...

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She was the embodiment of beauty
The manifestation of goodness
Everything she did was 
Lovely
Graceful
Flawless
People would call he an angel
But no one saw the devil buried inside
Setting up camp in her heart
Breaking it and turning it dark
No one knew the darkness that followed her
The black cloud
Harboring a...

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She was an aspiring starlet, a real cutie patootie 
Folks were in awe of her natural beauty

She wanted to be a great Hollywood star
But she’s taken the surgery much too far

Her teeth have been fixed for a dazzling smile
They are unnaturally white now they stand...

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I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of...

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>Hydrotherapy pool in action

Now the blue sky has vanished, I must go out you know.
That will be the signal, for God to make it snow.
I wonder why he does do it?  I asked for it not.
I did for the Lotto numbers, alas them, I...

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Brine kisses window impermeable
Impermeable to sea’s hydration
Hydration fills the hull, so visible
Visible in ship’s flagging flotation

Flotation, bilge pumps’ precipitation
Precipitation steaming on motor
Motor caked with salt crystallization
Crystallization of need to defer

Defer to elements, a requisite
Requisite to survive the Nor’easter
Nor’easter which does not invigorate
Invigorate soul of the...

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Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs and lettuces in flowery beds. Aroma of lemons should never...

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China made my canoe which I proudly adored
Flotation and recreation all on the creek shores
The day was right cool
The water icy below and a sudden rupture

Sent me into the swampy muck
Slick as an oily tool attended fish school
My feet had no traction and caused a...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then?...

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I've actually heard that cohabitation
Can lead to nights of copulation
Which can have negative connotations
And lead to serious complications
Especially if their pigmentation
Shows they're from a different nation
We all adhere to the same orientation
We're all aboard the same flotation
It's Mother Earth there's no imitation
So lay back and...

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Would you go swimming or fishing with an eighty foot strong hook, flippers, a basket hat, and a toothbrush tail? Bullfrog wants to. He wants to consistently visit the waters to engage in the flow and ebb and weave of the stylish currents. Duty bound...

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She sits on the bathroom floor 
Hiding behind a tightly closed door 
Afraid that prying eyes will see 
What society has forced her to be 

With fingers pushed halfway down her throat 
On the remains of dinner she silently chokes
The taunting cries of her classmates...

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Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often not an easy task. Sometimes content to chew cud and...

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The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather with rhinos to celebrate the correct correspondence from...

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