Best High Gear Poems
Its easy to become what you fear..
Could bring you down,or shift you into high gear
Embrace the hope you see in others..
A neighborhood filled with loving sisters and brothers
Love and care for eachothers..
Always a helping hand and some leftovers
Smiling faces in the streets,children playing in paradise
Come on over,check it out while we roll the dice..
June 29th 2012
Anne Lise & Arild Andresen
* Collabration with my lovely hub
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Can't Walk Away
Oh, this obsession, and the need
to reach that high once I've begun;
so hard to stop, can't walk away
till this addiction's had its run.
Oh, please, you know I cannot stop,
I tried so many times before.
I get that urge...it conquers me;
not ready yet, so close that door.
You know I must descend inside
my mind to where it's bright and clear;
to see those visions that excite
and rev my thoughts into high gear.
Be patient now, soon I'll be done.
It's working, see...I'm breathing slow.
My soul is feasting on this bliss!
All comes together, see the flow?
Thank heavens now, the need is filled...
I've reached the summit, and I won...
My poem is done!... Now, out the door...
Okay! Let's leave to have some fun!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: That Colorful Drug
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 06/02/2016
"Creativity is a drug we cannot live without." Cecil B. DeMille
Fueling Autumn's color change each year
are shorter days and cooler, longer nights,
and a plucky October breeze that bites.
Vermilion, crimson, and scarlet appear
as emerald canopies disappear.
And Jack Frost glints under the Northern Lights;
fueling Autumn's color change.
As though pulled by strings of a puppeteer
leaves dance, one of Nature's impressive sights,
swirling in the air on fanciful flights.
And November shifts Fall into high gear;
fueling Autumn's color change.
My memory is like an ill-tempered old car
that refuses to start
on cold, miserable mornings...
or sometimes stutters
and shudders to life
in fits and starts with rattling parts
Names and faces of those behind me
shrouded and clouded in thick exhaust fumes
'til memory resumes and smoke starts to clear
...oh, what was the year?
Then suddenly (without warning)
the engine revs high, and I start to fly
downhill fast, into the past
brakes not responding, gripping the wheel
too much to feel
that terrible fear- stuck in high gear...
Old trauma impacts like a car crash
re-living events that
don't always make sense
deadly debris and jumbled bits of trash
litter my head, feeling half-dead
confused, in a mild state of shock
Although a car is a useful thing-
sometimes it's safer to walk!
You can be my hubcap if you let me be your wheel.
The love I have for somebody like you is real.
I can give you plenty of loving. I aim to please.
I will be your radiator if you will be my antifreeze.
You are so attractive to my eye my dear.
You’ve got my transmission shifting into high gear.
There’s no need to wait four thousand miles for an oil change.
A date with you and me is something I can easily arrange.
I can give you a tune-up with a new set of spark plugs.
You just have to be around to give me plenty of hugs.
A very touching version of Clement Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.
T’was the night before Christmas, and all throughout comm.
We sat at our consoles, expecting it calm
the Dispatchers with their headsets, the CAD in high gear.
I looked at my computer, and the phones waiting to hear.
I started my dinner, the microwave to ding,
of course at that time a 911 call did ring
An intruder was the call, per the person on the phone
My dinner was interrupted by the ole’ hot tone.
The address was given, and with a flash officers flew
their cars going code-3, Their lights red & blue
Stay on with the caller, We need more was their request,
Typical, telling us how to do our job, was our quiet jest
Now this being Christmas, Santa was hard at his job
He could never imagine, being accused of intent to rob
2 cookies from the plate, and milk from the glass
While giving out gifts, he didn’t expect any “sass”
He first heard the growl, and then the dog gave a bark
Everyone was out of the bed, quick as a lark
Santa heard them start to shuffle, and knew it had begun
When someone yelled I have a gun, and we’ve called 911.
Officers set up a perimeter, and a command post
They had a K-9 enroute, this suspect is toast.
The Dispatcher remained calm; kept the caller on the phone
Obtained a description of the man, let them know they weren’t alone
Dressed in red and white, his belt and boots all in black.
Santa said I will give you all coal, plus I’m taking your things back.
Officer’s then gave a code-4, just a man giving out toys
We figured with this shift it would be Taser deployed.
Our blood pressure came down, still maybe up 10
The family went back to bed, to sleep once again.
Santa said thanks to the officers, with their badges and guns,
He said a special thanks to those who calmly answered 911.
Thus I re-heated my dinner it was only 2 hours old
But working in dispatch, food is better eaten sometimes cold.
Santa flew over the comm. center, later that night
And we heard him yell out, as he flew out of sight.
Thank you for answering all of those 911 calls
Your pride and professionalism make Holidays Merry for all.
May you all have a safe and wonderful Christmas Holiday.
"A David for David"
investigated strange events from week to week
paranormal phenomena brought great fear
science fiction challenges while theories peak
as Fox Mulder, The X-Files lept into high gear.
a graduate of Yale, David Duchovny
received doctorate for his poetry.
"Magic and Tech in Poetry and Prose"
acting was his second love; to fame he rose.
his writing skills published as Master of Art
a native New Yorker, he earned top awards
given high praise from his peers, played his part
he inspires poets using words as chords.
to touch to share emotions as our dear friend
David Williams, who encourages to lend.
a smile, a tear, to all who read his vast views
enjoying every verse to chase away blues.
*For Cyndi's Davids for David Contest.
Mom and dad tried to raise us kids right,
tucked us into bed early each night,
taught us we should always say a prayer,
because the devil lurked everywhere...
That the Good Lord would keep us safe,
no matter what problems we faced,
that He'd watch over us from above,
that a forgiving heart, He'd always love,
But I didn't care, try or see why,
I'd been told the right ways to live by,
and the devil kept on closing in,
that's when all my problems begin,
I ran the streets real late at night,
learned real quick how to fight,
Mom and dad got so uptight,
me coming home at morning light,
I really started messing up at school,
thought that I was just too cool,
and didn't need to live by any Golden Rule,
My oh my, was I a fool,
And that's when more problems begin,
as the devil lurked around every bend,
but I didn't care or reason why...
as I stared the devil in his eye,
I started smoking pot and cigarettes,
through all the coughing, choking regrets,
shooting dice and making bets,
stealing things to pay my debts,
Then I started drinking whiskey and beer,
skipping school, I had no fear,
the devil had me in high gear,
but then I recalled, God was always near,
Yes, the Good Lord opened both of my eyes,
and rescued me from a certain demise,
through all of my past sin and pain,
He's with me watching over me again,
Mom and dad tried to raise us kids right,
tucked us into bed early each night,
as I keep their reminders safe in prayer,
I also pray for everyone, everywhere.
Luck Rides a Stick Horse
By Tom Wright
If good luck is what you're counting on
A stick horse will always be your steed.
Choose God and a job to rely on instead
Not Casino's or lottery to fill your need.
You can tell yourself that someone
Always wins and it just might be you.
But gamblers play the suckers game
Though your thinking might be true.
People feed quarters into slot machines
And at the tables they tirelessly play.
But most go home with pockets empty
Thinking tomorrow might be the day.
But just as sure as payday comes
They're Casino bound and in high gear.
Not seeing themselves for what they are
Dumb sheep, waiting for a shear.
My country's media tells me there's a man with nuclear weapons over in Iran that I really need to fear.
The new Boogeyman in the sand is bad as Stalin, guilty as Hitler, named Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
I've never met the dude but they say he's crude and worse than the devil in high gear.
Unfortunately, I've heard this tale before other senseless bloody wars that were results of playing god.
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*ps---It would not allow me to post the poem without my username....Sorry...
from,
Anonymous :)
She tore me apart
under a rockabilly sunset;
Set me free from the
sway of pop culture jive
with her bass-line booty.
She smelled like gasoline,
tasted like cherries,
and made my heart rumble like a .454
And she knew she had me,
when she dropped her hair
outta that black bandanna,
wrapped it it round my neck,
and lit me up with
…Pontiac red lips.
Yeah, she tore me down
like a fixer-upper,
built me back up,
and revved me high.
Reeedd liinedd by those
spider web leggins’.
I know she’s mine,
thank God in Heaven.
Cuz when she whispers in my
ear “Baby, lets go for a ride”
I can’t find a way to make
this monster glide.
We’re stuck in high gear,
bound to make it outta town
for’ daddy knows I got her
sittin’ in the middle of my bench
seat ‘stead of that church pew.
I know he’ll come a lookin’
but as long as we keep bookin’
we’ll make it to horizon ‘for the
world even knows we’re gone.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved
Form: Monorhyme
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear
Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads
The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced
Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Vanaheim be the gate ye see elated
Bravery and courage is what did appear
Appearance just like that one of Paul Revere
Remember now what he had advocated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
First of course he was moving in high gear
Gravity of mission not understated
Streaking across the western hemisphere
His words could be heard cyrstal clear
It's time for you to be all federated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
His words ran faster than speed of a light year
Ringing that all had become emancipated
So, to all take your own regins to commandeer
Just go tell fear to get the heck out of here
Cause now you know, I am associated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Now you can continue to fly down the track
We took the bridge of San Luis Rey
And stood on the beach at Manila Bay
We bellied down in the soggy lea
And creeped across the churning sea.
In every clime where men were chained
We stormed the walls until we gained
For every man--freedom unconditionally
We sang the songs of victory.
We then came home to repossess
A measure of our happiness
We met our sweethearts at the pier
And shoved our lives into high gear.
We raised our sons to face the task
To strongly covet the patriot's mask
We taught them how to raze and bomb
And sent them off to Viet Nam.
Now we wonder, but we trust
Their cause, as ours, is just as just
We want our sons to know this part:
War's task is close to freedom's heart.
[from The Lady in the Pink Hat, Candor Press, 1969]
Tick tock the grandfather clock
Briefly stops before it pops
Twelve times then it will be midnight
The start of my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
As I let out a little cheer
That midnight is finally here
Now I'm going to drink a few beers
To celebrate this last year
Before I rest my head
And just run off to bed
Because my girl is spending the day
Flying away on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
Smile on my face for I plan to play
On this hump day
At the time of the year
When old saint nick is here
And everybody is broke until next year
So I will celebrate my birthday
Just sitting here and drinking more beer
Because I have no fear
I'm going to kick this hump day into high gear
Hour after hour I gained more beer power
Surfing, wanting things to flower
Just hoping I will grow some willpower
Before I devour more beer on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
Having a grand old time trying not to smear
All this beer that has got me jolly this year
Happy as can be one thing is clear
I'm starting to get low on cold beer
So out of fear, I chug another beer
To celebrate my birthday that has fallen
On hump day this year
Before I know it I'm up dancing singing a good cheer
Drinking another beer
Suddenly I found myself spinning around
Next thing I realize I'm laying face down
Laughing hysterically trying not to pee
As I pick myself up off the ground
To get a good look around
When I hear a familiar sound
Getting closer to me
That's when I see
Her sweet arms wrap around me
When she said off to bed Mr ed
I know a birthday boy who needs to be fed
As you can figure out how this birthday toy
Got read all on my birthday
That has fallen on hump day this year
When I drank this hump day away at play
And made the most of my birthday
Dreaming of foreplay
On my birthday this year
The happiest times in my life came late
After military service and my college years
Mid-thirties, I would not hesitate to say,
I finally moved beyond many crippling fears
Determining my own destiny, my path in life,
Away from the dysfunctional family I knew
Free, at last, from years filled with strife,
Long after my mama was gone; father, too,
I have vivid memories of crying copious tears
Because of my alcoholic father’s sadistic abuse
For which, of course, there was no excuse,
I nourished relationships with friendly peers.
An early failed marriage must be mentioned,
Two wonderful children before it fell apart
As a father, I was extremely well-intentioned
But it’s hard to maintain with a broken heart.
By my forties, I achieved success in my career
Rebuilt with firm foundations, married again,
And my life shifted into, I’d say, high gear
I found purpose in life in a meaningful domain.
The last half of life has been happy, for sure,
Thirty-five years with my dear wife was grand
It took a long time for me to become mature
Realizing it all has a purpose to understand,
I learned lots with Deborah holding my hand.
Written August 9, 2022