Best Drive Out Poems
STARRY, STARRY NIGHT
I often look up towards the sky at night,
And wonder who or what is there,
I shout out loud, if you see or hear me, I love you,
I do this every night, the starry sky, an absolute delight!
I drive out of the city to the Kruger Park,
There, not only am I close to nature and serenity,
But to the universe, I look up, no pollution,
I stretch my arms up high, excited, it is very dark!
No street lights, or cars headlights, or any noise,
The moon is so bright and full, it smiles at me,
Quite rare, for normally the moon looks a little sullen,
The stars, I’ve lost count, as they twinkle with such poise!
The Milky Way so clear, I feel I want to reach up high,
As it allures me, and weaves across the sky,
Milky, so graceful and silent, as it, and I watch
Sparkling stars, and planets rotating, unknown
To mankind, yet to be discovered in our eternal
Galaxy to which I want to fly!
Our universe has constellations of stars, named mostly
After mythology’s gods, who beckon, tempt and wink
And entice me, but I am on planet earth, how near
Could I reach this flamboyant display, body, soul
And mind, holistically!
So maybe if I look up into our never ending
Sky at night,
And wish upon one star, with imagination
That runs rampant,
I will see above and far beyond with breathless anticipation,
What I could never imagine, an explosion that blinds me,
An aura, translucently bright!
Categories:
drive out, night, stars, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Avalanche…
It only
Takes one candle’s flame
To drive out
The darkness -
In an avalanche of light
To crush the shadows
It only
Takes one snowflake’s song
To start an
Avalanche
Of mercy flowing chanting
In sweet melody
It only
Takes one brave flower
To stand up
Against storms
An avalanche of courage
The power of one
It only
Takes one prayer's plea
From meek hearts
To change hearts
In an avalanche of love
Smothering hatred.
Let us light
A twilight candle
That spreads out
Rays of grace
Sparkling fire -an avalanche –
Midnight’s morning dawn
Let us be
That avalanche of
Mercy’s grace
Brave flower
The candle in the darkness
The living prayer.
2-27-22
Contest: Give Me a Shadorma
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables 3,5,3,3,7,5
Six Line Stanzas
During WWII people lit a candle at 6 pm for peace. We are doing this and I hope you will do the same in an avalanche of light.
Categories:
drive out, flower, life, light, prayer,
Form:
Shadorma
Isn't it about time that the West and NATO stepped in
To put a stop to brutal aggression by Vladimar Putin
Men bound and shot, with their hands tied behind their backs
Enough is enough civilised world, it's time to launch attacks.
From cities and towns the Russians are starting to withdraw
Journalists are reporting on the unspeakable horrors they saw
Russians are preventing burials and bodies are left decaying
War crimes are being committed and we're doing nothing.
Horrific war crimes were being committed, by ISIS in Syria
Now the Russians are doing it and claiming it's fake media
Saying actors are being used and what you're seeing isn't true
But Russia we are not stupid and we can see what you do.
We see the evidence from satellite images of a scorched earth
Many bodies were thrown in pits and then covered with dirt
We see many burnt out cars with charred bodies left inside
Just some of the atrocities that Russians, are trying to hide.
Men, women and children have been tortured and left lying dead
And on the roads and pavements there's pools of bright red.
Women and girls raped at gunpoint, in front of their families
The West and NATO should act and bring that scum to its knees.
Russians are spineless with yellow streaks down their backs
They run for cover when Ukrainians launch counter attacks
They carry out abuse because it makes them feel like men
And target old men, women and defenceless little children.
I don't believe for one minute that Russia will go nuclear
All they're doing is sabre rattling and trying to instill fear
We're giving Ukraine arms but I don't think that's enough
The West and NATO need to man up and start getting tough.
There's no need to invade Russia, so it wouldn't be a threat
Just staying within Ukraine's border would be our safest bet
Drive out those psychopaths who've caused so much pain
Stop the horrific slaughter of innocents, and restore peace again.
Even if the Russians pull out robust sanctions must stay
Because Ukraine will need rebuilding and someone must pay
Everyone thought the mighty Russian army was invincible
But they're all cowardly, spineless and utterly despicable.
Written 7th April 2022
Categories:
drive out, conflict, death, evil, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Voice: Sara Ella
Little bright stardrops in emerald green
Emerald green forest in starlight so bright
Starlight so bright as you've never seen
You've never seen so much peace in the night
Night with a moonbeam that brightens my mood
Brightens my mood with small kisses of gold
Kisses of gold that gives feelings so good
Feelings so good they drive out the cold
Cold that crept up my mute spine in the eve
In the eve where the demons were waiting for me
Waiting for me with their smirks, I believe
I believe I can wish them away, you will see
You will see little stardrops in starlight so bright
So bright as the night without clouds without fear
Without fear I conquer my demons this night
This night is the first night without any tear
***
January 7, 2017
Categories:
drive out, moon, night, sky, stars,
Form:
Quatrain
THE PSYCHEDELIC STEW
We loved to drive out through the hills
Where landscapes are so green,
And always sought the smell of hay
That seemed so fresh and clean.
We'd rent a cosy cottage there
Around that time each year,
The days and nights were magical
And life was full of cheer.
That night we planned a simple tea
A good old country stew,
With fresh grown mushrooms we had picked
As 'round the place they grew.
Those mushrooms seemed much larger then
The ones we'd norm'lly find,
But in they went with all the rest,
We really did not mind.
Our stew was just the best we'd had
On that we did agree,
Then sitting back and quite content
Enjoyed a cup of tea.
When suddenly, in front of us,
Our kitchen came to life
With antics never seen before;
Sure terrified my wife.
She sat and watched with fear filled eyes
For both her knife and fork,
Were standing up and quite erect
And both of them could walk.
The kitchen curtains did a jig
And plates flew 'round the room,
Our mop then left its corner spot
To line dance with the broom.
Old teapot sang and clapped its hands,
The tea cups joined in too.
My mind it boggled at the sight
and wondered what to do.
I grabbed the phone and dialled for help
That soon was on its way;
Though not before the pots and pans
Had all began to play.
Poor doctor tried to calm us down
Enquiring of our plight.
We mentioned what had taken place,
The horrors of that night.
He summed up what had taken place,
The answer he now knew,
We'd eaten mushrooms which produced,
A psychedelic stew.
Categories:
drive out, funny, imagination, lifelife,
Form:
Rhyme
June Second at the beach we played scrabble
He protested the use of “ode”
I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe”
With friends we laughed the entire way home
And when they left, Daniel proposed
He tied a string 'round my finger, said it would be replaced by a ring
It was the Third of June
(another sleepy, sandy Florida day)
When Daniel picked me up for a dip in Dog Lake
I suggested we swim across
He was reluctant, but swam anyway
Reaching the middle of the lake
“I can’t make it,” he called to me
“You’re kidding,” I laughed, turning to see
Daniel splashing futilely
Although I tried to pull him to shore,
We crossed underwater plants
He must have thought they were snakes and broke away
Dark water with tannic acid
Where did he go? I screamed for help
The search was underway when paramedics arrived
Linking hands, everyone walked into the water
But it was Daniel’s friend Art who found his hand
“It was like he was reaching out to me,” he said
Of course, it was too late
My sweet man had met his fate
And I made a vow
Every June Third, I drive out to Dog Lake
Remembering the good times we shared
And praying Daniel found eternal rest
*Entry for Joann’s contest. True story.
Categories:
drive out, lost love, dog, dog,
Form:
Free verse
With verdancy surrounding me, I wish to spin
around this world of endless spring that I am in.
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green.
If nature is a woman, here she loves to preen
in emeralds whose splendor I’ve so seldom seen
as I revel in our drive out to the ocean.
Winding roads we travel with a zig-zag motion.
Where land weds water, we breathe a magic potion.
How I love this gorgeous shoreline of Oregon.
We come upon a beach, so I’m expecting fun,
But sky does not comply, and now we’ve lost the sun!
I also notice once-blue sky has changed to grey.
How happy I had been to spend time at the bay,
but wind and chilly weather bring my heart dismay.
The water feels so cold! I pull my sweater tight.
I can’t lie on my blanket soaking in sun’s light.
Oh, I long to jump some waves! This just isn’t right.
Wasted beauty can’t be felt warm upon my skin!
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green
as I revel in our drive out to the ocean.
How I love this gorgeous shoreline of Oregon.
I also notice once-blue sky has changed to grey
The water feels so cold! I pull my sweater tight.
Wasted beauty can’t be felt warm upon my skin!
Written July 5, 2016 for The Crown of Couplets Contest
Judged July 30, 2016 and now used
for the I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada- 2 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Categories:
drive out, beach, beauty,
Form:
Couplet
I dream about turning the key and drive until I'm gone.
And leave behind what cannot wait, you know like mowing the lawn.
But my old car cannot be trusted to take me very far.
So I am left to fantasize as I hang out at the bar.
I think that I would drive out west like pioneers once did.
I certainly imagine things have changed since Ia's a kid.
But it would be so nice to go and find out for myself.
Instead of being stuck here living life up on this shelf.
Traveling within the mind is as safe as it can get.
The pavement's always perfect, never oily, slick or wet.
And if you want to stop and pee, it's only twenty feet.
But food at this bar's not so good if you decide to eat.
Well it's time for me to go and be glad that I'm home.
Until the road calls me again and makes me want to roam.
If and when I ever go, I'll send you a postcard.
Until that time you'll find me just outside tending the yard.
Categories:
drive out, allusion, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreaming
Mohair goats to make yarn.
40 acres and a barn.
Trees, grass and flowers,
there is… nearly heaven here.
It is a place, we dream about.
I want to take you there.
We can ranch, and farm,
and there will be no alarm.
Just… peace and serenity.
Drive out all that is bad,
take in all that is good.
Give back all that we…
can spare!
The eagle’s nest, yet better still.
A place where only He…
has His WILL…!
God’s country, it is for me.
God’s country, it is for thee.
Come with me Cowboy,
under the star,
let’s begin a new life,
away…and a far…
Eagles Nest is a reference to a giant lot of ten acres on top of a mountain.
That is where the giant birds fly out from, each morning.
Categories:
drive out, 5th grade, age, america,
Form:
Free verse
There’s a house out across the creek,
just an old rundown two-room shack.
Each time I drive out past it now,
those memories come flooding back.
It’s the house that held my childhood,
where all fifteen of us were raised.
A loving piece of treasured youth,
only a pile of sticks these days.
It was a different story,
back fifty years or so in time.
A hillbilly man and his spouse,
lived happily there in their prime.
They would fill your empty stomach,
though they could barely feed their own.
They had never met a stranger,
any were welcome in their home.
Come warm your body by their fire,
talk and sing ‘til your head was clear.
Warm your soul with a little wine,
warm your heart with friendships held dear.
Many people I did not know,
they went in and out of that door.
When it came time to leave they knew,
that kindness is worth living for.
That shack is barely standing now,
down that dirt path just off the road.
But to us it was a mansion,
memories more precious than gold.
We did not have maids or chauffeurs,
we were living a simple life.
Each other’s love was all we need,
that hillbilly boy and his wife.
That hillbilly boy and his wife,
they showed us the meaning of life.
Love and hope are all you need,
if you have that then you’ll succeed.
Categories:
drive out, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
"We can choose either to remain heartbroken all the time or with resilience, come back to cheer, as true happiness primarily stems from inside and not through external factors alone. Our happiness is mostly dependent on our way of thinking and how we see life"..... By Poet
She heard the sound of pigeons overhead.
Looking up she saw them whirling
forming emerging patterns in the sky.
They soared on and on until they
became fading black dots in the blue
Such sights would have sent her to raptures
sometime back, but now when she sees them,
she can only think of the years
speeding by and the chances missed
and her whole life- a fading black dot!
Under a virus of melancholy,
she walks with lacerations in her soul.
Pain consumes her without visible flame.
She's heartbroken with nothing to look for.
The world around her looks devoid of life.
She wages a lone battle inside,
to drive out demons of dejection.
But she feels as if a sharp knife,
is cutting deep right through her heart
and she winces at every chop.
Though she tries hard to cover her bruises,
they bleed red and make themselves known.
Pain has completely sucked her out.
In a vessel, she collects her tears,
hoping to water the parched terrain
of her drought- stricken dry domain.
Light has miserably betrayed her,
and now she lives in eternal darkness
fighting black shadows day in and out!
Categories:
drive out, angst, pain, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
I wish to weave my veins with yours, like two rivers joining their destinies under the eternal sky,
to let my blood flow through the corridors of your craters, carrying with it a song of life,
to drive out the deeply embedded poison, to show you how it is to breathe without the demons that tear at your silence,
like shadows that have hidden too long in the dark corners of your soul.
I wish to open your ribs like the gates of an ancient temple forgotten by the world,
to extract your heart, scrape away the accumulated pain, and place it back, purified and reborn,
still beating with the force of a universe, still yours, but stripped of the shadows of the past,
a symphony of beats singing of a rediscovered love, pure and eternal.
I wish to unveil your skin like a map of memories, to replace your scars with my fingerprints,
so you never forget the touch that brought light where there was only darkness,
like a gentle wind that erases the traces of the storm, leaving behind the peace of a summer rain.
I wish to pull the demons from your throat, to throw them against the walls of this fortress that is you,
to watch them beg for mercy, as they dissolve into the shadows of the night,
like beasts that have stolen too many dreams, disappearing into the oblivion that has long awaited them.
But trust is not something I can give you out of the blue, like an elixir of lost hope,
you must open your hands, let fall the blade you've held like a talisman,
until your palms remember how to bleed, how to let the pain go,
and to receive the light that will envelop you in the warmth of an endless morning.
Categories:
drive out, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
"Soul Contract - Part 1"
“I Am”. The All Seeing Eye. The Pineal Gland.
Perhaps God exists in all of us - the Great “I Am” exists in all of us.
Within all of us The Pineal Gland, The All Seeing Eye?
“I AM”.
Waiting there within us subliminal, covert, invisible
God’s been there all the time
A throne of hidden power for us to sit on, to be driven
Turn the key in the ignition
to another strange dimension
foot to the floor, hands on the wheel
change the gears up a notch
Drive out of this old skin and bone heavy body through
The Doorway to God?
Karmic Generation.
7 Colours in a Rainbow.
7 Dimensions on a rung
Ascending Jacob’s Ladder
Electric Golden shooting Souls,
Energy Light Beings now melting through the Centre of the Sun?
To reach the LIGHT one must have the DARK.
What if there is no light at the end of the tunnel -
what if what we truly see is the apodictic spark,
the Light emanating pure and strong is shooting out from us,
like high beam lights in an ever speeding car on a highway
and the Stag standing in shock, stock-still, eyes glowing bright in the headlights
in the middle of the road up ahead,
is our reflection like in a mirror that we’ve been forever travelling towards
and now is our moment to reach out and meet God above, in another dimension
perhaps this is pure sacred LOVE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
Genesis 32:22-31
(2)
http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2014/01/pineal-gland-referenced-in-bible-again.html
(3)
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE."
Categories:
drive out, dark, destiny, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Concluding Part of
Oh’ Kashmir - Last Part 2
One grave mistake was
Shown by the decision makers
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley of concrete.
Dams, buildings and houses,
Were built on places,
Which were the nourishing orchards of Nature. ..08
Changed by the greedy lovers of money,
The builders,
Who built tall buildings and dams,
At the cost of destroying
Brooks and streams,
Lakes and forests, the serene hills
And the meadows,
Which always reminds us,
As the playground of shepherds,
Without caring for
Trees, plants, animals and seasons,
Which always remains the back bone
Of every civilization. 09
Another grave mistake was
That when some people were trying
To drive out,
Several thousands of those innocents,
Who were the inhabitants of Kashmir,
'The Kashmiri Pandits'.
Those who were living there,
In Jammu and Kashmir,
Since thousands of years,
Couldn’t get any solid support,
From their friends and neighbors,
When they were forced to leave Kashmir,
And their friends and neighbors,
Who could have stopped the miscreants. 10
But the others remained only
A silent spectator,
While watching the destruction,
Of their friends and neighbors,
By those, who wanted to make,
Their own separate heaven,
Without the presence,
Of the blooming smiles,
Of these innocents,
Who were their friends, their intimates,
And their childhood companions. 11
Since a long time,
These people in exile
Are living in roofless homes,
With tents on their heads,
They were ignored and were thrown out,
As if, they were not humans,
And not the oldest inhabitants of the valley. 12
Even after the flood of fifth September
When the army men were trying,
To put a healing balm,
Even at the cost of their lives,
On the suffering masses,
Trapped in the disastrous flood,
During the floods havoc prime time,
Some people were throwing stones,
On choppers and on these men in service,
So that the suffering masses,
May not get,
The life giving water, foods and medicines. 13
Perhaps the Nature has not liked,
Some of these actions,
And has shown its anger,
As never before in the history of this land,
To make us realize,
The serious follies and mistakes. 14
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 17th Sept. 2014
Categories:
drive out, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Out in small town Texas, a handshake is a deal.
Folks go to church on Sunday, say grace at every meal.
Men open doors for ladies, kids say sir and ma'am.
Boys can't wait to join the Corps, and serve their Uncle Sam.
But if you were to go there, come autumn Friday nights
the place might be deserted, when the whole darn town unites,
upon a spread of hallowed ground, a grassy green expanse,
to celebrate their civic pride and watch the six man dance.
Now this dance is not for sissies, and I think you would agree
if you knew a bit about a man by the name of Jack Pardee.
Yep, they call it six man football, and they don’t get much acclaim.
They don't play for scholarships, but for the glory of the game.
Three up front and three in back, any lad can be the man
to pass or catch or run the ball, and kick it if he can.
A first down costs you fifteen yards; a field goal gets you four.
You’ll hardly wait two minutes there before another score.
Because for those without some speed, this game is not contrived,
and if one team can't keep it up, they might get forty-fived.
That's what they call the mercy rule, 'cause scoring is so fast.
No point in running up the tab when one team is outclassed.
So if you want a taste of life the way it used to be,
where folks can trust each other and kids can still run free,
and there’s a game where little fellers surely stand a chance,
drive out to small town Texas, and watch the six man dance.
© December 9, 2012
Categories:
drive out, autumn, football, nostalgia, sports,
Form:
Rhyme