Long Carom Poems

     


   


   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown...

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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...

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                      Wood Nymph, wraps white 
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes 
in obvious...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The city’s streaming lights 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...

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