Best Shuttled Poems

Glimmer in the sky
Leaves a trail of powdered white
Roar engulfs the ground
Hundreds of souls are shuttled
At nearly the speed of sound...

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School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when it was pouring with rain 
or hot as hell. Six year olds
walked a gauntlet of risk 
back then.

Memory can almost...

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Logo streets
 Tarek Hassan

I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal

Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry

She did like him forgot

Suddenly the door sound  memory.

I went to the Indonesian island of buttam

Filled eyes saw, the sea shore

I wrote the name of the plane splitting book

Baluchar got to...

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There was nowhere to go,

but I got some company for show-

shuttled me in and out of Po',

raced a car and blew a motor...


Got me into shows,

had me playin’ like a vote,

I was reachin’ for the glows,

but was satisfied by all the bones-

in and out of...

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Life is short
A day has passed
An hour is gone
A minute is consumed
A second still counts
Months have been washed away by rain

A heartbeat is still beating
Slowly but surely 
Waiting for that moment to come
A mother,a father, a sister and a brother very weak
Longing for the day
When...

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Android Embedded Chrystal Blue

In the corner of the galaxy dead in front of night
Just left of the quasars charted long ago
A logic being called 732 thought out and calculated
Waited for the proper landing on the proper planet site
A cold green world with three moons came...

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My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time, 
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall...

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Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I...

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The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.

Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.

But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out...

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On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories

Out over the alluring expanse 
of the Big Water---
where the sky rest upon
the water’s edge---
where undulating ships wait
to fall off the earth---
we saw the lightening
dancing in space
and heard the applause
of the thunder.

Huge nimbus clouds,
dark like the early night,
and filled beyond...

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In ancient looms of my homeland,
Fairies once shuttled across threads of rainbows
Weaving folklores of gods and goddesses.

Our tapestry needed no haberdashery of
Brabubahanas and Chitrngadas or a vijay panchali,
For no tantric-needle knitted our folktales.

I want to go back and melt in folk songs
Of shamans, who rejoiced...

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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated...

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the square
   was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful

market barkers
  drew the queues
with jokes
         impromptu

shoppers filed
     neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
  & home colonial

the bacon slicer
  shuttled back&...

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The brain baked and befuddled, the arid wind stole my breath. I stood there among the men, men far better than the rest. Brave men who willingly chose to leave their lovers’ breast, to be shuttled to the barren sea of sand and death. The...

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Their satchels (twenty five) within auto-rickshaw seats dumped,
Same number (small and big; fat and lean; boys and girls) tight-clumped;
Some hanging; some stamping; some hitting and kicking each one;
The driver, gliding as though great battle won with pains none...!

June, in Southern-India, has been reopening time;
With south-west...

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