Best Green Light Poems
To the tune of.. “These are a Few of my Favorite Things“.
Bass boomers spreading their mis’ry in traffic
Craving attention and driving me spastic,
Not caring an oodle for anyone else,
This **** will drive one to poor mental health!
Cops who ignore them and keep right on driving,
Passing we drivers who are suff’ring and sighing,
Speeding, ignoring all laws of the road ,
Why do they think they’re exempt from the code?!
That lady texting who’s climbing your bumper,
Foll’wing for miles, you’d sure like to dump her,
Getting so peeved I just ran a red light!…
But she’s hanging in there with all of her might!
Here comes a pick up and he’s really flying,
can’t push me over but he’s really trying,
sans blinkers he cut me in one single swoop,
You scraped my bumper you dang nincompoop!
Sweating and trying, for my place I’m vying,
Choking on gas fumes, ‘n some kid is crying
That lady just stopped for a friggin green light,
I screeched on my brakes and near died of fright!
That bass nut’s still booming, my blood pressure’s zooming,
That green light stopper’s picked this time for grooming
That texter’s horn behind me is starting to blow,
The light turned red and she thinks I should go!
These are a few of my least favorite things,
That I could avoid if I only had wings…
I commute 3 hours a day and this is just
a sample. : )
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white icelandic snow
beneath natural light show ~
emerald green shroud
Written 26 January 2020
For contest Nature themed haiku with color
approach a green light
reflection greeting my car
slivers of brightness
From root of spine till third eye,
a seamless energy band,
holding thus firm our focus,
signals we’re ready.
sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!
We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...
but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!
Night is coming
Even though it already looks and feels of night
It isn't here yet
Gray veil covers the sky
Rain plays its sad tune
But pink flowers contrast green on Japanese Magnolia
Night is coming
Color blind person would not be able to see
The green leaves that are in contrast to the pink
Nor could they see the contrast between the white and green on the Bradford Pear
Night is coming
Rain increases it rhythm, the grayness in the forest deepens
A heaviness weighs upon my body making it uncomfortable to breath
The rain washes the pollen away for right now
Night is coming
Colorblindness would be a disadvantage for a person in many ways
Some of the beauty of spring would be lost
But they would probably notice shape and design more than someone who sees color
Night is coming
When the darkness covers over me then I won't be able to see how to write
This would be a great disadvantage in accomplishing finishing this work
The yellow green or banana yellow yard light has come on it light radiates outward
In the distance a very large tree reaches upward skeletal but has few spring green
tiny leaves that contrast the gray sky.
If I were color blind I would not see that.
Mom’s old Chrysler is the scourge of my life
driving it, this sedan makes me complain
forty meters on a ride, the wheels pop--
by that time, I miss the green light... again!
So I'm squatting like a fool on a byway
with prayers, the tow truck gets here real fast--
while counting a hundred 'go' lights blink on ;
my lacy dress spoils, my frail wits aghast!
To make matters worse, tonight's the great prom...
While above the green bulb, a poster reads,
" Is your auto worn-out? Here's an offer!
Get the new Chrysler where each ride succeeds!
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Green Humor Rhymes, Old Or New For Prizes
1/16/2019 ~ Revised
Check clock
A white light burst expanding across the sheet
Blue ruled lines blur to nothing
Clear against the paper.
I can’t see them, or the graphite symbols
But I know they are there.
I wrote them
Another failed attempt at grasping attention.
The professor’s voice cuts through the moment
High pitched, harmonious
Her accent harmonizing the mathematical enlightenment
A series of statements strung together
Punctuated by silences
An expectation of some sort of outpouring of understanding.
After a pause, she resumes
Leaving another potential for exposure averted for now.
The green marker fades against the white board
It is also putting forth a minimal effort.
The chapter and section offer a temporal landmark
A quantifiable measurement of how far I am behind.
Another pause
Silence
She gazes across the board
A battlefield of green example problems and red functions
Even she is confused by the carnage.
A mathematical expression lays stunned
But not dead
Suddenly, a light flickers, shining from behind her eyes
A moment of triumph.
She resumes, renewed
While I fade farther into the back
Attempting to become one with the off beige wall.
My mind is blank, almost clear
So much so that I can feel the blood rush through my veins
I try to trace a single cell through my body
But I realize I don’t remember that much detail on the circulatory system.
My adventure aborted, my gaze returns to the clock
Check clock
I am only interested in a line of pi, 180°
As in 6:45pm
Time to leave.
A Green Light for the Veteran
By Franklin Price
11/11/2015
A Green Light for the veteran
Is something you should do
When on your house you show it
It shines a grateful glow from you
To remind the passersby
That you much appreciate
Sacrifices vets have given
Many met their final fate
Some gave their all to keep us free
A green bulb we should light
Show in your house remembrance of
Those who served and fought the fight
Green light time to go
Exploring new horizons
No stopping me now
Northern lights in vibrant shade
Flaming like orbit of jade :
Borealis.... nights cascade
Cosmic trance heavenly made!
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Contest: Form J- Jueju of Broken Wings
3/28/2017 www.howmanysyllables.com
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Jueju/qijue form - 7 syllable lines
Red light, Green light, cigarette buds
Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'
-11/18/2013-
I saw it turn from green to red
The little light inside my head
When I looked into your eyes
And mistook your heart for your lies
Deep inside, you see, I knew
What you were saying was not true
But deep inside, I find, I’d choose
To believe you loved me too
You let go and set yourself free
And back it went from red to green
And I found I couldn’t breathe
And I found I couldn’t see
And I found I did not feel
Anything but what was real
So nothing really changes at all
When that light flickers on and off
Then again from green to red
Back and forth and back it went
Until no longer I could stand
The confusion and the sound
The siren wail that signals fear
And the gentle melody of love
And the little light that controls
When to stop and when to go
I always crossed with green man walking
Followed lights, patters, and colored symbols
Subtle rules that yank the strings
My invisible puppeteers
So, this time instead, I took my breath
and crossed the street with red man standing
and was almost killed…
almost…
I grabbed your hand and pulled you to me
Won’t you please open your eyes, I said
And you stared long and hard at me
And started laughing then:
‘Oh darling you sure are slow
That’s just what I was waiting for,’
You smiled at me and squeezed my hand
But I stared back, confused, “what?”
‘You cut the strings and took control
Now, of your show you are the host
And no longer the main lead;
Yes now you know the difference.’
Did I say, “almost killed”? I did
Oh, the grandest of the lies
Perhaps that was the first time ever
That I felt alive.
I passed thru a green light while driving today
Only to have verbal abuse thrown my way.
It seems that for the gal in the car that was turning
I made her blood boil and words from her lips came burning.
She felt that she should have had the privilege of first to go
Even though that's not the "Rule of the Road".
So, she shot a vulgar remark to me from her mouth
Which I returned in kind while still going south.
I wouldn't have said it had she not gotten me mad
Then thinking it over, I felt very bad.
We were BOTH wrong to say what we did
But after it's said, you can't put on the lid.
There's so much of that going on today
"I needs to go first", that's what they say.
So instead of allowing someone else to go thru
They block an intersection as they often do.
I guess she thought I was doing it too
But my light was green and the cars moved on thru.
Its seems as if "Common Courtesy" is gone today
I really don't know what else to say.
Except that I took affront at her comment to me
Next time, I'll have to use more charity.
I started penning this poem with the title
'The Hotspot'
Then after the kisses, the touches, your warmth, our moment. .....
The title changed to
'I love' or 'I love you'
We started off with a full moon
"A bloody moon" you called it
An orange moon, I called it
And at the end of it all
The moon was still full
But this time, bright and wide
Like our lives
Am always thankful to have you in my life