Roundabout Way Poems - Poems about Roundabout Way

Hang on, You're nearly There! I'm giddy, spinning around, So near, yet so far. On the slippery spinning dip of serendipity. Making do with the hoodoo of déjà vu. I've seen that scene before! On endless recycles of somewhere when and there. My prospectus is shod with slithery wooden clogs. Tripping, toppling precipitous, edging ever closer to flying right off the roundabout by...

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Breath in, breath out the tide ebbs in, and surges out, flows and pauses. Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound, up and down, in tick-tock metronome time. Memories tug, get hugged, then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade. Dreams materialize, then dissolve. Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out, echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle. Hope flits and...

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night out roundabout storm interloper cutting in with showy lights showering...

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She wears curtains in her eyes Uses them like a surgical knife Draws them closed each day To cut and blank out her daily life And she slides in the needle That helps her to find The matching opacity Of her tortured mind Her strength and her addiction That gets her through each day Of the life she has to lead To find the money to...

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I offer you the Roundabout: a little form sublime. Tough? Au contraire! But do beware: you must be in your prime. Don’t simply trust to whether I’m correct; just take the dare. It helps to score some pithy fours that add a certain flair. Abandon care; let down your hair. Ideas waltz the floor: A fine brook trout, beer brats and kraut, Or silly, countless more. And so, dear poet,...

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Sam Adams Drunk Driver Same, Same but Different Sam Adams was drunk driving Too fast down an English rural country lane He ran at a stoplight he did not see Blew threw a roundabout Was rubbed out in an accident. His drinking buddy, the traffic cop flatfoot, Smoothed over his death ruling it an accident, And not drunk driving....

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Where can I be? I am only roundabout, Whom can I be? I am only roundabout, How can I be? I am only roundabout. Where can I move? I am only roundabout, To whom to move? I am only roundabout, How can I move? I am only roundabout. Where can I love? I am only roundabout, Who can I love?...

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with no ticket to where you want to be heading take the put off ramp...

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No dilemma this time Age and maturity On my side Yes, feelings I have And these, I don’t want to hide More than forty years Of selflessness And the result My life, a complete mess The hesitation Of the first roundabout Still haunts me loud Have nearly fulfilled my duties So now, is it a sin? To please Your own self Not with riches, not with pelf But love unadulterated Just...

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New York Christians, Muslims, and Jews Claim they walked a mile in God's shoes As you may surmise When asked for the size They say they went barefoot like youse!...

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Why her thought comes to mind always? Is it love felt for her? Is it downfall? Am I in thrall? Lonely heart hears the stir. Her wise words echo, I concur continues to enthrall; her thoughts attract makes an impact; Why her words I recall? Feels to look in eyes, tell her all; In day's work , she comes back in my thought, stays in mind always; Somehow life...

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Feel surge Of words found Prompt urge That seeds ground Touch gains Fond new grounds Old pains Now hurl sounds Heed gall A prized bite That's all Verse now cites Glimpse jest Sweat old tact Words test Pique vain act Start well In jazz bold Spill tell Hot and cold Leon Enriquez 05 September 2019 Singapore...

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Rednecks and roundabouts, they don't mix. Don't try and fool us with your media tricks. We drive around the back roads throwing bottles at signs. Your roundabouts make us slow down or the ladies spill their wine...

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Old mulberry bush We go round and round The same funny snooze As roundabout grounds The same old lines found In our childlike steps To ground our sad rounds With a lost mind map Old echoes stray here As if by odd chance To breathe ancient spheres In apt frolic trance Our distant past greets Our nursery years Where strange symbols meet Our lost hopes and fears Here old wishes stream A...

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Here not there You know where In a fix A blunt mix Cuts flame slash Harsh words smash Bits of flesh Ooze like trash Blood red pain Life now drains Leon Enriquez 16 October 2018 Singapore...

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