Best Highways Poems

The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of  places we have known

The Interstates most boring
They bypass most the towns
The back roads way of  living
And the country sights and sounds

We travel now from tank to tank
As fast...

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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...

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Anternet Highways
                            Forming A foraging trail
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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...

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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....

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surf current of waves
navy blue roads flow
salty drinks on deck...

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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...

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highways do more than
traverse.   they're mobile drive-in
theaters of life....

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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...

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paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home...

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Gliding among stars
surfing spiritual unknowns
we exit as one...

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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...

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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...

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The Florida of My Youth – Highways and Byways
By Franklin Price
10/17/2019

The highways and the byways of Brevard when I was young
Were void of any four lanes, no interstates among
Highway 50, was the only road that went out to the west
Orlando just a little town, where Christmas shopping was the best

In Cocoa was the river road,...

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They stood like rhymes
on fencepost spines
with wisdom scrawled
in shaving thymes—
a roadside gospel,
terse and sweet
that preached with
meter, grit, and heat.

Rosemary likes
a clean-shaved man,
if wooing her
is in your plan.
She’ll linger near
and take your hand
and proudly wear
your golden band.

Parsley hides
beside the plate—
the garnish mocked
by those who ate.
But lean in close—
she knows the names
of all who passed
and played their...

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