Short Boomerang Poems
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The garbage thrown in the sea
pollutes the deep blue ocean
as waves drive back to humans
the dreck, scrap, and waste.
Love bomb
Boomerang
Ping pong
Extends
Great heights
Fragmented trajectory
Spiraling
Global Dominance
Ultimate ricochet.
southward bound flying
in shape of a boomerang ~
will return in spring
written November 26, 2022
Fetch me a shooting star
Every 248th year!
On your boomerang orbit
Pay us a visit...now sit!
You're man’s best friend by far
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
a smile given travels like a boomerang - then returns to you
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What goes around comes around
Life is just like a boomerang
Give it a whirl and mind the whang
Velocity gain
Quadruple the pain
When it returns from whence it sprang
Treat every female with respect
Never let one suffer neglect
Your Family Tree
Makes it plain to see
That each one will somewhere connect!
an australian tour guides slang
when confronted by a gang
better not be bold
and get home when told
or mate you get boomerang.
Arrows fly causing chem trails,
such crazy twisted cupid tales!
Could have flown farther
boomerang hit the archer;
Now they fall, a crush impales.
a bliss beat missed
the mist wanders alone
yet not quite
for where is God not
the boomerang returns
guided by the breeze
returning in time
to where it belongs
And here in Australia, we producing began
In the form of boomerang- the dishes and cups.
Those women, who throws them in kitchen at men,
You can distinguish over eyebrows cuts!
toN in Not
daM in Mad
naP in Pan
emiT in Time
goD in Dog
livE in Evil
looP in Pool
raiL in Liar
traP in Part
staR in Rats
Words flung - Return as stones
Boomerang!
I'm sure you've all heard of a boomerang
What if it doesn't return to where it began
Thick as a brick
It's called a stick
So simple yet 9 out of 10 don't win the minivan
Morning is elastic
A child's umbilical cord
Mooring yet stretching beyond
The raft's edges
A boomerang
Among exploding galaxies
Returns as
Wynken, Blinken and Nod's
Starry revelation
your echo imprints an answer
graciously guiding me to the light
navigating the very whisper
that follows and finds me
back home
There once was a young man from Barrow
While shooting with his bow and arrow
The arrow went twang
Like a boomerang
And damaged his little cock sparrow.
4/ 27/ 2015.
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
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.
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
The stick IS a boomerang and it HURT a big batch
Down where lavender wisteria hangs
Dogwoods' white blossoms add grace and beauty
Wispy clouds fan brushed across could boomerang
Bring snow to springs' start, lay out death's duty
You are my love
You take me to new lands
You send my soul afar
Chucking it, like a boomerang
Only to return to some sweet sunlit grasp.
It has changed as I have.
The world moves as I move.
We revolve and evolve in unison.
Burning Hunter’s Moon;
You can feel magick,
taste it in the air;
Radiating glow
manifestation;
Words repeated
chasing darkness,
such a thin veil
power within;
Amplified
boomerang
back to me;
Return
welcome
spells.
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
Some days seem endless
The clock ticks on the wall
Hours number as many
As stars doomed to fall
Before you realize
Life is short after all
Time no longer stands still
And death comes to call
©Donna Jones
For boomerang contest, written 2-11-13