Best 66 Poems
To live and to love
A world of goodness and care
One majestic flight
03.11.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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“Route 66” (Part 2)
The Wicked Old Witch stalked her, flying above
on her revved up battered old Peugeot Stick made from
twigs and oderous putrifying brown crud.
Up to this point all silent, the ugly old hag now cackled her passive abuse,
“You may have those Red Shoes Dot, but what matters to me you dim-witted dove,
is that, I now possess forever,
what you truly “most” Love.
Dot was dying bit by bit from the inside, but her fierce Warrior Spirit,
kept her soul burning with pride,
her head held up high,
however, at this point in the story, she wished she had a big gun loaded
with sharp deadly bullets of Bromargyrite.
Dot ignored the covetous old hag, pitied her, that much can be said,
you see, her brother the mindless Scarecrow, was bolted up tight, locked in a cold Tin Shed -
(punishment, his crime: “no brain in his head”);
Dot continued to soldier on forward,
kept up her Warrior’s stride
and thought of the moral in that story about one’s own bed,
there was nowhere to hide.
Dot now thought to look down at her magic sparkling shoes,
Ruby Red,
thought clicking them twice but what was the point,
all that was Home was now dead.
Dot took her eyes off her feet, with eyes now open wide,
she stood stock still, she noticed with pure horror,
clearly understood -
Toto, whom she loved “Most” of all
was missing, no more by her side,
nowhere to be seen
in this dark nightmarish neighbourhood.
A Lion came out of nowhere emerged from the mist,
Somewhere a tawny owl hooted “Who? Who? Is this now a tryst?”
He was holding his tail and a deck of Queens Slippers,
He purred ever so nicely, “Where to now Missus?
I’ve got your back. I’ll stay true.”
“How hard can that be,” he thought, “to dissolve all of her indigo blues?”
Somewhere in the background all foggy
but right on track,
ACDC was playing, that song,
you know the one,
“The Jack”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
“Route 66” (Part 1)
“I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto”, she said
The moral of this story, let us deliver from beginning not end -
When you lie in it,
it’s inevitable, you eventually must wake up and make your own bed.
She thought she was on the Yellow Brick Road all along,
But the Screaming Monkeys had led her far astray, far from Home,
from her normal abode made of Strong
and all that is Fey,
it was clear to anyone watching this was not a normal day.
It was freezing all over this doomed foreign place,
as she walked with each step, tapping out heavy defeat
and the harsh Winter wind blowing it’s bitter words in her face, “Retreat! Now, Retreat!”.
Her heart had gone hard, you see,
ferocious and cold, as her feet pounded the cracks in this road not made from Gold.
She persisted her march full of integrity, grace
but she held on tightly to that big can full of mace.
The place was surrounded by the Forrest of Tricks,
as she faced with certainty,
she was actually now on Route 66,
with thunder and lightening shooting through clouds
ACDC was playing far away, foggy in the background,
“The Highway to Hell”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
Haiku 66
opening lotus
our intimate exchange
dew on petals
Hey kids get out in the car !
Dad, are we going very far ?
You don't ask, I won't tell...
We're going crazy, oh well.
Got to get out on the road...
to forget that heavy load !
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
Route 66 is where you should play.
Our '63 Buick is the car we drive...
takes lots of gas to keep it alive.
Has luxury and that ain't all...
its got a 445 that just will not stall !
Dad said look out the window...
see the USA while we go.
Gotta see it before its gone,
look there's a spaceship on that lawn !
You see everything on the Mother Road...
A blue whale and a giant horn toad.
In motor courts and wigwams you sleep,
buy postcard so memories you keep.
Now it's a little out of the way...
but more fun than the toll way.
See how America used to be,
when it was fun to be free !
There's mountains and lots of funny rocks,
sand and a canyon like a box.
Old drive inns and out door movies...
drink a malt and feel so groove.
I'd lay up on the window deck...
wave to trucks till the're a speck.
Love to look at old car and trucks...
saw armadillos, buffalo and bucks.
Had a lot of fun on the way !
We're almost to the coast and L.A.
So get your kicks...
drive on Route 66 !
To the fond memory of car trips when I was a kid.
chilli peppers
hanging on stall beds
autumn wind
Not for the contest,but thanks Andrea
for your inspiration
Destiny 3( 1st May 1977 ) : )
The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone
Down the road with the wind on our faces
Off to visit some far off places
Headed south down the Mother Road
The bike trailer behind us we towed
We past the St Louis Arch gateway to the west
What a magnificent site I can atest
Stopped to see the Meramec Caverns
The Wine Table formation would look great in an old tavern
Through Cuba Missouri we rode the bike at a crawl
Taking pictures of the murals on the building walls
We rode through Kansas the shortest part of Route 66
On the Rainbow Curve Bridge we took more pics
We traveled on to see the Big Blue Whale in Catoosa OK
In Tulsa we camped out at the KOA
Took a break from the open road freedom
The next day in Clinton we visited the Route 66 Museum
On to Texas we then rode
Checking out the sites it had to behold
South of Amarillo saw the Cadillac Ranch
Got off the bike to walk off a cramp
In Adrian ate at the Midpoint Cafe
We had rode Old Route 66 halfway
On America's Highway we motored through New Mexico
In the distance we eyed Mount Tucumcari's plateau
Visited Petroglyph National Monument outside of Albuquerque
The sun setting on the petroglyphs looked spectacularly
Then we drove past the Continental Divide
Observed red rock mountains along side
In Arizona we finally arrived
By the scenery we were hypnotized
In Winslow stood on the corner like the Eagles song
The memory of that will be lifelong
Visited the Petrified Forest and Painted Desert
By this time we were sunburned and weathered
In Flagstaff we stopped to camp and rest
We spied an eagle tending it's nest
To Sedona rode the Oak Creek Scenic Drive
The views and landscape made me feel alive
Alas our trip was over we had to go home
But on this trip there were so many memories sown
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
Corn
Pulse
Twirling
Spinal wave
Decoded rings square
Progressive loss of a tin spark
Ineffable tidal clap remains in partial sight
Cycled dragon spoon enhances sensorial spore road
Recreation of constant growth
Inverted slices
Immersing
Sound cone
Snails
Thoughts
Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.
Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.
Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.
Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.
On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.
How many come,
get gassed, fed, watered, relieved,
and leave the waitresses,
ladies of the all-night
indifferent to day—
a dinner omelet,
a breakfast cocktail,
where every meal
is any meal,
and bitter coffee
continually flows
from the counter,
where America’s finest ketchup
stands proud behind the sugar,
forever used up,
refilled,
replaced,
changing hands
like the guest check
turned and overturned,
or the saucer-covered quarters
it took an hour to earn?
I leave whatever I can
on this smooth, reflecting counter,
impressed by the depression
of a stop along the way,
where only those who serve
will stay.
February 1, 2017
for "Travel Light" Contest
This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny
I should call it a big lovable bunny
Clickety-click, Clickety-clicks,
Maggie and Sharon are 66.
Friends forever, there whenever,
It's always fun when they're together.
Tickety-tick, Tickety-tock,
Time to share, no need for a clock.
Happy days roll on and on, there's
Time for a picnic, time for a song.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clack,
Runaway trains never turn back.
They rattle along their rollicking line,
Friendships eternal, always divine.
Clickety-click, Clickety-clunk,
Wine for us both - not that we're drunk!
Gorgeous girls just grew & grew,
Two wonderful women turn 1-3-2.
Robin pp MASAS
-- Maggie & Sharon Appreciation Society
blue moon
reflects on water
frogs serenade
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spring robins
nests in tree
cats dinner
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warm breeze
swaying trees
crows chatter
Stealing away during the full moon rise
relaxing, feeling the spirit drifting
starlight kisses land upon weary eyes,
on the garden swing, to the sky, lifting.
Waltzing in the warmth of a springtime breeze.
a lovely sprites harp plays in light restrain
chimes in the trees melodiously please
as soft spring smells now flourishing again.
In the field, oceans of grass gently sway
push me once more and I shall smile with glee
a dream is only a dream gone astray
until your return, I'll wait by this tree.
The loneliness screams from my wanton heart
Rising on the swing as we're far apart.
3/11/2021
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