G'day you beauty Blue
as I haven't heard you play
in a year and a day
what did you do
with your fair dinkum didgeridoo
don't get me wrong
but it's been gone so long
has your bonzer boomerang
returned from whence you threw
by yonder backwater billabong
how about your most unusual pet
a marsupial (a roo) if I am correct
was it sold to pocket the proceeds
and pay for your daily needs
or abandoned beside the track
in the bush a.k.a., outback
Seeds are sown; seeds will grow
into a weed, into a rose
millennium passes into black holes
the sand will turn into glass
bones into dust-flesh into ash
eventually everything
blows back to the path back home.
There're no grand mysteries
only infinite, undiscovered truths
into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute]
miracles suckle from gravity's root.
The ego often forsakes the creator God
careens into the blackness -alone
the sirens howl from the abyss
when angels bow to laws unknown.
Only when it is lost- only when it slips
does the ego bend a knee and cry for home.
Seeds are sown; seeds grow
into a weed- into a rose
everything comes into its own being
the destiny of flesh is the soul's release
all will boomerang back home-infinity.
As we consider others
With more than a few objections
Can we unveil
Our own masked reflections?
As we review our brother
With an exaggerated disdain
Can we become cognizant
Of the true source of our pain?
As we inspect our neighbor
With ever ascending exasperation
Can we give pause and question
The root of our vexation?
As we give the mirror
Just one more searching glance
In order to adjust ourselves
So as to leave nothing to chance
Can we afford each other
Just one more unbiased look
Beyond the cover
And into the treasures of the book?
If I had a boomerang, I would fly it out
It would hook faeries and sling them about.
They could ride it back to me and do a jig on my left hand.
My boomerang would be musical, joining a mariachi band.
all being one, what we exhale
becomes the breath, which we’ll inhale
of no avail is our excuse
as of seeds sown, we pay our dues
I am shackled to my front door
My definition of freedom is foregin
I am cold
Cold is my dying dreamer
Cold is my burning rage
Cold is a sledgehammer
It gives and it takes
Silence is my voice
Tired is my body
Death is me
For a love i have lost
The burden carrying back broken
For a dream that i killed
Temptation is golden
The steps to my hell
Lead to a door
The door that knows my many faces
The boomerang that breaks me.
-k.a.j
Love and hate are a perfect boomerang
of instant karma -
the target will always return as you.
Love rips away bloodied fingernails
revealing the same energy..
Love runs ahead, clearing a path
for all those walking wounded
who still blame the air
for breathing life onto the surface
of a two way mirror.
Pristine faces could be deceiving
Like a masquerade in the making
Don't trust too much, even the friendliest hand
It could cast a spell like a magic wand
But guilty conscience can kill
Like the blades of a sickle
Hold your faith and lay still
Let their echoes make them fickle
September 26, 2022, 9:53 AM
13.3771° N, 121.1646° E
LIFE IS A BOOMERANG
Life is a boomerang
What you give you get it back
So, balance your Yin and Yang
This’s an essential hack!
With love fill your tray
Spread joy and cheer
Prejudice be kept at bay
Let not fear come near
Fling vibes of happiness
Gift others your trust
Hurl loads of goodness
Propel propriety with thrust!
For Contest: Life is……
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Date: The 3rd of July 2022
Boomerang returns to doer
Karmic retribution
Allow God to be the mover
Optimal solution
Let not ego decoy
Relax, have fun, enjoy
Embrace and imbibe joy
Desire sprang
Boomerang
14-April-2022
Quietus
That night before I left for foreign land
the moon seems sadder,
As the night crickets cry louder
Flyer flies hide among the wet grass
Why hide, why hide,
But like others, before me
I had a dream, while I was awake
I saw sally, I saw Brad,
I saw a vision, of greatness,
Go quietly, a dream
This time it wasn't a dream
But my king heading to the elevator,
My heart was pounding, or was it unfolding
When would I see him again,
What made us fall in love.
Natural high, natural high was it a safe high?
Love can be addiction, unknown to most,
Should I go and retrieve it or wait
And see if my boomerang heart, can bring him back
I will stand at my front door, and see if my love
Would Land on my doorstep,
I always love to tell him, how my day went
When he calls my name, I get hot
Even when it cold, and there he is there being hot,
Is he man enough for me,
Just prays that he always smiles for me.
Recognising each acts as of instinct,
more oft than not seen driven by ego,
we’re unaffected, being by love inked,
for likewise we too were, not long ago,
securing gains for ourself, blow by blow,
thus we smilingly relinquish our share,
hoping fallen souls will become aware,
that there exists law of cause and effect,
so it’s best if all sidestep desire snare,
divine aligned, joyous, standing erect.
06-December-2021
The garbage thrown in the sea
pollutes the deep blue ocean
as waves drive back to humans
the dreck, scrap, and waste.
If you throw a stick and it doesn't come back
It's a stick not a boomerang, simple as that
Imagine if it came back
Hit you with a whack
Not an illusion, it can cause quite a crack
Sometimes I want to take someone else's,
Sometimes they take something away from me,
And was my, and became someone else's:
I pay the law of scales cursing.
Today I'm on a horse and I'm happy to win,
And tomorrow I'm just the dust of other people's roads.
And no one will come to save me,
That's why boomerang law is so strict.
Don't wait for outside help
After all, we are our own rescuers,
There are no deserters in this war,
And this fight is very interesting.
You're taking love away from someone,
Someone took away part of your dream.
You worked on it with sweat,
But there are bridges between you.
Today you are only full of fears,
And tomorrow courage is your mask.
You can't remember all the names,
Who was lulled to sleep by a false fairy tale.
Sometimes the truth gives you freedom,
But in return, it will take everything from you.
And you run ahead of adversity,
Hoping that this is what will save you.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.