Traveling In Hotlanta

park and wait and wait
miss a turn, drive forty miles
                          extra to get home

give me a home where, no traffic does roam and the sirens are quiet (all day)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Maverick Avatar
September 29, 2010 at 1:28 PM
good funny short and sweet
Maverick Avatar
September 29, 2010 at 1:27 PM
good funny short and sweet joe maverick
Sweetheart Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 5:49 PM
Well Doris I finally figured out the mixup in my brain.. if that is possible.. remember George? well that is Paula's husband ..I thought it was yours.. conequently the George comment..hahahaha..sorry.. its Wayne right? omg ..glad Ron has a simple name... I might forget it otherwise... I put all easy names on my sons..just for that reason..luv..thankxxx for enjoying my contest entry... hope u enter the triple Nonet for "A Journey Back in Time"..luv..
Wellington Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 5:39 PM
Seems like you are telling the life story of most commuters these days, Doris...may sound funny but that's the gist of it. Intresting write. Thanks for reading my 'Elegy To Mommy Del', appreciate your comment.
Freeman Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 5:00 PM
Sounds like some of the trips I've been on when I used to drive a truck Doris. Yep I agree give me home, and I will not roam no more! Smile. Agape, Moses
Taylor Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 2:51 PM
Short, but says it all. Not one of my favorite places. Great write. Enjoyed, Doris. Thanks for reading my silliness. xxxRalph
Rasmusson Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 7:55 AM
Thanks again Doris. I'm enjoying the club. ~Jim
Henderson Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 10:48 PM
Doris, I hate to say this, but I can remember when Atlanta was way worse than it is now. And it is bad now. Charles
Trevino Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 7:28 PM
I hate the heat lol.. and ah miss a turn??, that's not very fun lol, enjoyed Doris, =(^.^)=Royal
Devonshire Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 3:53 PM
Doris, I may have to travel through Atlanta next week when I head to NJ. Is it this bad all the time or just during rush hour? This poem has been on my mind since I read it earlier today and taking another route would add more than a hundred miles to my trip. Hope you have some suggestions that will help me plan. Love, Carolyn
A   Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 3:38 PM
lol,, Doris, i love the title, Hotlanta.. Maybe i should call Texas ,,Super Hotexas,,,Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.
Moribund Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 12:02 PM
Hey Doris: Great poem!!! There has been a couple of times when I have missed the exit that I was suppose to take and BAM, it cost me a few miles and time to get back on the track. Thank U 4 reading and commenting on my poem (I almost drowned when I was 12). Peace: Sheol
Devonshire Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 6:15 AM
LOL Love the last line and the way it relates to "Home on the Range." Many cities are just as bad, Miami, New York and especially D.C. come to mind. Fun poem, Doris! Love, Carolyn
Kendrick Avatar
September 27, 2010 at 4:46 AM
Well, at least you tried....Atlanta is no fun for those who are use to the small town flow of things....Enjoyed reading your thoughts..Mom
Johnson Avatar
September 26, 2010 at 6:42 PM
Went to the big city yesterday. Onlly stalled in traffic a few times. Should have taken an hour to get home. It was two. But we had a good time. Great little poem about the problem. Thanks for your comments on "Kerosene". Yes they mix it of course but definitely use kerosene. Love, Joyce
Dietrich Avatar
September 26, 2010 at 4:40 PM
hahahaha. VERY good one. You live by ATlanta, I take it?
Keys Avatar
September 26, 2010 at 7:11 AM
the joy of vacations, getting lost. my vacations are to cities with rapid transit - that way i dont get lost and dont have to rent a car. great work, and very emotional for those of us that are in the habit of not stiopping to ask for help - us men have this majic direction instinct. thank you, chuck
Sweetheart Avatar
September 25, 2010 at 10:02 PM
Hawaii..Doris... or better yet ..Italy to answer your question... traffic and cars are overcoming the life flow in American... but Hotlanta is a super city so all want to visit ..and the Falcons are hot this season so be prepared luv.. enjoyed ..
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