Best Highways Poems
I so enjoyed my escape into your beautiful mind.
Traveling along synaptic highways,
moving at the speed of thought.
I journeyed to our yesterdays,
happy thoughts encased in light.
Your storehouse of hugs and kisses,
all those smiles that shone so bright.
I saw that look,
as you gazed in the mirror.
Head resting on my shoulder,
you feeling me near.
The taste of orange crush on your tongue.
Were we ever that young?
I could have stayed there forever,
yet your thoughts are your own.
So happy for that slice of time.
Even now we are connected, intertwined.
Come escape into my mind.
Travel along synaptic highways.
Come travel at the speed of thought!
Anternet Highways
Forming A foraging trail
Job Accomplished
© Copyright KC.Leake
8th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Winter has come and snowflakes fly
In winds beyond normality
Creating drifts above one’s head,
Exercising muscles
To get our driveways cleared of snow,
The walkway and our doorways too
Around the house, the shed and all
After the storm has passed.
But, now our government has gone
And lessened hours snowplows can
Be out upon our highways and
Be plowing snow from them.
They say they can save money by
Reducing plowing from snowfalls,
Less gas and labor, maintenance,
But, what about a life?
And what about emergencies
That do occur from time to time,
A pregnancy in ambulance
On highways stuck in snow
Or accident that has to be
Fast treated in a hospital
A hundred miles away, and by,
Our doctors’ skillful hands?
What have our MHAs become
When human life is put below
Gas bills, labor, Machinery,
Saving a buck or two?
You say, “Not so”. I hear you scream
To save your face in front of all.
So, prove it then. Put snow plows back.
Keep highways cleared of snow.
If you will not rescind your plans
And keep our highways clear,
Remember that elections come
And voters don’t forget!
W.C.Hull © 2017-24-1-958-E
The ocean is a highway
to be traveled far and wide,
you can travel it alone
or with loved ones by your side.
The ocean is a vast liquid world
filled with life unseen,
fish and whales and seahorses
swim beneath boats and submarines.
surf current of waves
navy blue roads flow
salty drinks on deck
My destiny is divinely designed
The lies of the devil cannot change it
Challenges are transit points
That connect me to my destiny
As I ride through life’s stop-overs
I refuse to be stuck at transit points by challenges
And miss my gateway to God’s promises
The tougher the challenges the greater the greatness
Challenges redouble the anointing
They bring me closer to God
Cause I am helplessly in need of His Grace
In the desperate highways to His rest
Help me Lord to control my feelings
For I need to be an effective instrument
To win souls to your Kingdom
For the last days are here
Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers,
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract.
So, my resolve sways left than right, drawing
low back muscles tight, with each argument
breath comes harder. Fists wave as fingers point.
Suited, polished, brass balled men rise between
the road and my eyes,
wail of perfected lies through perfect teeth bring down
barrier after barrier as I am swallowed
in the wide slow maw of death’s valley.
highways do more than
traverse. they're mobile drive-in
theaters of life.
paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home
Gliding among stars
surfing spiritual unknowns
we exit as one
highways take a fall when we come around
there will never be evidence of resurrection
when we run stop signs, there is no caution to any type of wind
the next several interchanges reek of broken promises and later regrets
wherever we turn, happiness has relocated to anywhere green grass actually grows
now we are jaywalkers claiming everything is okay
lying to ourselves, we urbanize a country road
we go on and on and on and on until we head off in separate directions
i stop for lodging, but you stop for coffee....
Electric highways sing through open lines
Lullaby's hum good-byes as morning calls
Hang out before they hang up a smile
Yellow birds come to cling
Come alive up on live wires
Thin metallic demarcations safe
That stretch the mind for miles yet to come
Cords stretched to their limits live
A golden sun pops up
Explodes with power outward
Cuts through ice frosted colored trees
Melting before the freeze
Gleaming forth as light awakenings on tomorrow
Roads go silent, worn like Winter white
Unfold wide and long along the path
Against horizons endlessness
Fixed with electric poles that stand
Like soldier sentries stationed down the line
Held up by wooden poles as props in places Spring forgot
Tires nourish the asphalt speeding black attachment there
Wheels hungry for the next turn excel in humble fever
Eat up miles going nowhere fast
Highways know about communicating speed
Electric highways sing, perceptibly, unbelievably clear
Blue sky, green trees, purple mountains
Turn into pastel clouds invisibility up ahead
Pink, cotton candy, licked by rain
Electric highways dance, jump through the age of volts
Take to the pastures excited through wires as speeding light
What's in a name when happiness repeats itself the same
In song, to be alive, breath in the miles crackling with raw energy
Begin again electric, singing, through the wires to that mortal end
get out your words and try
try to make everything all right
sling them like arrows
into the gauntlet of time
do they even know
what they're trying to find
or do they just need to unwind
this old man played
too many knick-knacks too many times
too many paddy whacks to give his dog a bone
and that's okay... he's got his syllables
to lead him... astray ...or guide him home
it doesn't matter... they love to roam
over the highways and byways
through space and time
through the intricate mazes
of his heart and mind
not looking to mean anything
but to be happily lost.. like petals in the breeze
fluttering, floating and flying free
that's all they've ever needed to be
but if they could find their way
to a better place on some promising day
and could kiss you long enough
sink hard enough and deep enough
they'd never be forgotten
A gray day -
Harmoniously sky and highway match
In paisly and gray shadows, with
Shades darting in green between...
Rain drops suddendly splash
My windshield and their jaggered
Edges break apart as they slowly glide,
Playing tag with the wipers, trying
To make me smile my evening weather
Blues away.
4:23-24 PM
September 27, 2000
Highways And Byways
(Rhyming Sands)
I traveled many highways
wandered many byways
with many long miles
different styles
lovely scenes
and greens
blue skies
many miles
traveled in style
all joyful worthwhile
long distance day or night
through beautiful country sight.
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 11.5.2011
Rhyming Sands" by Ann Marie Mazz
First stanza- 6 lines 7/6/5/4/3/2 syllables
Second stanza- 6 lines 2/3/4/5/6/7 syllables
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