Best Beltway Poems
As I sit here upon this full moon,
it is October not hot June.
The comets whiz by playing a happy tune,
they make me want to swoon.
The space between stars is not empty hooray,
it is filled with colors of blue and gray.
I love to watch by night and by day,
being filled with both the moon and sun spray.
I see this pretty space beltway,
the shinning diamond stars have much to say.
Each star has a roll to play,
out here in this pretty space buffet.
Categories:
beltway, day, fun, giggle, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Into the blue, another new dimension;
into the blue- our destiny is Mars.
A strong reality, long-term ascension-
into the blue among the planets, stars.
Those former sci-fi program memories
will soon become a realistic fact;
our NASA teams now speak of guarantees
that man of Earth on Mars is not abstract.
Into the blue they'll go; six months asleep,
suspended animation all the way,
in modules filled with six and wired to keep
all fed and breathing on their space beltway.
A new frontier for earthlings to soon tool-
to Mars, perhaps a planet in that space
where not too hot- too cold will meet the rule
that Mars is in our Goldilocks Zone place.
January 11, 2016 (revised 03/18/2020)
`Honorable Mention~
Contest: Goldilocks Zone
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged:
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Note:The term "The Goldilocks Zone" is used to describe the
"habitable zone around a star when the temperature is
not too hot or too cold." Dr. Charley Lineweaver, Stuart Gary
After the Earth, Mars is the most habitable planet in our
solar system due to several reasons: Its soil contains water
to extract. It isn't too cold or too hot. There is enough
sunlight to use solar panels.
Categories:
beltway, blue, journey, space, universe,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
It was the night before Christmas
And on this very calm night
Almost fell asleep in my squad car
When the radar unit did light
The speed was over 100
And it was climbing much higher
I radioed into dispatch
This speeder was a flyer.
Going south I told dispatch
We are going down the beltway
It was then that I noticed
I was chasing reindeer and sleigh
He finally pulled over
Back up set up a perimeter
Thinking back on it now
Should have considered his altimeter
We approached him and asked for
License, Registration, & Insurance
His credentials were valid
To this he assured us
We gave him a warning
for the excessive speed
he introduced us to the reindeer
to this no one would believe.
He said thank you to all
As he flew out of site.
Merry Christmas to All
And have a safe night.
Categories:
beltway, christmas, fire, holiday, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
THE FLIPPING INVESTIGATION 2017
All politicians in the beltway show
what signs of times we put up with today,
obesity is in again, we know
and ev'ry politician thinks they're here to stay.
Our greed is yet determined, and well hid
and under ev'ry table there's a hand
while those left out bring threats to blow the lid
if they don't flip it all, as we have planned.
We'll press the charge if running out of time,
from usury to outright fraud and graft,
while common folk make jokes about our crime
but in the end it's we who've always laughed.
And though the swamp is drained, we know,
a world at war is where it all will go.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
Categories:
beltway, addiction, hate, political, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Baltimore fans will not be popping a champagne cork.
The Orioles were defeated by the Yankees from New York.
Likewise, a World Series is not what Washington fans will see.
The St. Louis Cardinals trounced the Nationals from DC.
This year, a Beltway World Series will not be reality.
Once again, a Championship in the capital is a fantasy.
However, there is a great deal of optimism here.
After defeat, both teams must persevere.
The Orioles and Nationals look forward to next year.
Categories:
beltway, loss, sports, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones.
You were too hard today
the way you sat there.
so I took a walk across the mind
of silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla,
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as the cockroaches die.
We are the mind, only one;
a mind to mend the sky
:: ~ ::
Categories:
beltway, imagination, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I see them fighting like cats and dogs
but taking money like fatted hogs,
so while they spend and spend
we get screwed in the end...
Hail to the Washington demagogues!
Categories:
beltway, political,
Form:
Limerick
The Revving Roar of Rolling Thunder
Through the revving roar of Rolling Thunder,
amplifying along air and asphalt,
silent complacency’s cast asunder,
by the tour de force its riders exalt.
On roads and bridges, spectators await
the annual coast-to-coast migration
of Run For The Wall passing through their state
in tightly unified group formation.
Reflecting our country’s crossroads on chrome
the riders of Rolling Thunder emerge,
returning en mass to The Mall and Dome,
gathering strength as their chapters converge!
From Heartland to Beltway, we won’t forget
the debt we owe the American vet!
E. V. Wyler
Categories:
beltway, america, memorial day, military,
Form:
Sonnet
Ah what fair moan
laden fantasy lassitude looms
large if this
chaste ole buoy got cornered
into an alleyway
by a bevy of beefy
buxom babes dead set
on hounding this
doggone codger anyway
shape or form eying
sole asylum madly
sprinting thru a narrow
cookie cutter archway
overlooking a multilane beltway
risky business risking
life and limb leaping
the immense height to
make a breakaway
inevitably configuring myself
into unrecognizable
Rorschach Test, when
ganged up by goo goo dolls
suddenly become permanently faraway
unless of course some fluke,
disguised a big yellow bird
rescues yours truly talons linkedin
to flesh pot, a gateway
timed perfectly with
what I surmised
as doomed getaway,
though while dangling aloft
(imagining myself sanity clause)
minus the reindeer sleigh trademark
accouterment and nary a giveaway,
but no idea when...
aerial salvation halfway
to destination thinking,
perchance mebbe adventure
will comprise entering
a wormhole hatchway,
an out of this world experience,
and without doubt
the most remote hideaway,
a thought raced thru my mind
this captive within
hinterlands of space/time
could be heading
along the highway
to hell, no matter where pathway
takes this beastie boy
even if fate somehow
finds me in Rockaway
or possibly alternate
universe of said placename
nothing infuses Earthling
with greater excitement
than feeling like a
truant proud runaway
entranced by the infinite skyway
analogous to ascending stairway
to heaven, only for
this celestial stowaway
that does land him
smack dab straightaway
into a parallel dimension wafting
my buttonose with decor of dames
intent to commence
cupid ditty underway
coon scent of woman actually
ache'n since commencement
of this "FAKE" quasi poem.
Categories:
beltway, blessing, celebration, courage, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!
Categories:
beltway, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
A deer was slain on the Beltway
My car drove along her body
I heard horns behind me
Slowing down to look at her poor carcass
That evening, brushing my teeth
Before going to bed, I saw
In the mirror her big eye
Where the sky was like frozen slime
Categories:
beltway, life
Form:
Blank verse
Like the morning dawn friends are there.
To brighten that bitter night before.
When you’re lost at sea they help you ashore.
When you’re a pain in their ass.
They tell you what you need to hear.
And you know it is sincere.
When the worst of the worst crashes onto you.
And you feel alone in the cold and dark.
They are your bulwark.
When you are in trouble you know.
They will lend their hand.
And pull you clear of that wasteland.
When everyone else goes their own way.
Fleeing to the beltway.
That friend will stay.
Yours forever.
Categories:
beltway, best friend, friend, friendship,
Form:
April fools' day - (ordinarily) all manner of tomfoolery abounds
Pandemic straps tightly plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each quivering like a captive quail.
Categories:
beltway, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
All day again
Down the road from Albion school
The child shivered in the sun in pain.
Somebody broke the rule
They said, the blackheart man
Drove a white van
As we suspected all along.
When I was a child we feared
A white man in a black car
On the beltway my pride despaired
A Black man driving white and marred
It did not matter still. The wrong
Of it made me want to scream.
A sniper in the beltway shooting
People, curdles on my dream.
And all this prognosis of it, this bleeding
Of the mind, the blackheart leaves behind
The blood of his killing still. No reason
Known, no candies, no coins, no line
Drawn. The world is in a silly season.
All day again
The school time lore and more sense
In it than this traffic of pain.
Too false the fence against these turbulence!
Categories:
beltway, satire, school, child, day,
Form:
Verse
Confused
By Franklin Price
11/5/2016
I'm really quite confused
About the chosen few
Who run our Federal Government
And the things they say and do
How they got there in the first place
How they climbed the ladder up
How they went with best intentions
Then found they could fill the cup
Could make more than their salary
If they responded to the pitch
Now that they were in the beltway
And were noticed by the rich
They are still elected
By the voters at the poll
Are supposed to be there for us
Instead of being on the dole
Supposed to be a public servant
Paid more than living wage
If found they're taking pay-offs
Should be put within a cage
There's a problem with that thinking
If we removed all of the crooks
Would be few left there in Washington
To put the laws within the books
Would be few left there to serve us
To pass along the people's say
Must be crazy here to say that
They don't do that anyway
Categories:
beltway, political,
Form:
Rhyme