Pot Holes

I am one
with these streets
suffering
the climatic woes
chaos throws
the freeze thaw
freeze thaw
ebb or flow
I can't do both

holes 
I'm falling in

where's my
Ibuprofen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Connelly Avatar
December 5, 2019 at 11:44 AM
The courier day memories of lumps and bruises. This is a good one Maureen. Thanks.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
December 5, 2019 at 11:47 AM
Oh, this old thing ;), you got it. I love this one, thank you Jeff! xomo
Leffanta Avatar
February 12, 2017 at 4:34 PM
Honolulu hosts a Marathon in December, where runners dodge potholes. The rest of year, motorists dodge bikers flung far and wide by potholes. Perhaps the pharmaceuticals will donate out-of-date pills to fill our potholes? Mahalo for bringing this national tragedy to light!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 12, 2017 at 10:07 PM
Hilarious! xomo!
Flats Avatar
February 12, 2017 at 10:37 AM
Dunno why, but my first thought at the title was someone using "medicinals" contemplating gaps in their supply chain. (And I don't even smoke the stuff —honest!). Then I saw you're a bikey person (in comments —hardcore—I might add) and certainly I relate to the I-BPro. Alieve is my best friend, though biking in the desert helps a bunch. SUNSHINE AND WARMTH. Dig your style! Bike on ~ john
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 12, 2017 at 10:04 PM
L O L hadn't thought of that, trying not to over do the "vitamin I" myself. Envy the desert dry heat, hot and humid summers here; oh the extremes. As we courier folk say: Rubber Side Down! (retired after 20yrs, rockin' dog cargo trike now) 13mo ;)
Hoffman Avatar
February 11, 2017 at 8:43 AM
Love the humor in your pot hole poem Maureen; you must live up north where they're pretty pot holey (holey kamoley!) Thanks for chuckle~Che :)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 11, 2017 at 7:08 PM
You bet! Biked 17 winters in one of coldest capitals in the world, intimate with pot holes ;) Only a sense of humour got me through xomo
Warrior Avatar
February 11, 2017 at 1:31 AM
Unfortunately, that pesky inflammation comes along...and reminds us of our birthday! lol...I can relate...detour, pot holes up ahead lol...great verse Maureen...god bless...^WW^
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 11, 2017 at 7:01 PM
Thank you and bless! xomo
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