Best Pole Position Poems
I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined
I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?
I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland
I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball
I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry
I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair
Everything seems aloof
I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying
Yes I missed many penalties in my life
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me
I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?
Tap into the art of the unknown magick , unknown by vocabulary unable to bridge a connection
Lost like trickles of water in the cracks of the next dimension
Gaping black hole sucking life
Through the straw of deletion, everything is consumed though time
With a little to grant fruition, everything is on repeat until the jolt of perfection hasn’t reaped
Its pole position such confusion has become a daunting pollution
Unable to reach any conclusion without understanding a foundation
This structure is without a clue it’s all wrong it’s all off
The geometry secret has gone beyond our capacity given once but lost
It’s all here the infinite reply the infinite answer invisible to all
If browsed by any if ever a any, captivating its mass transparency
In the splinter of a second one grain of it’s speed the equivalent in weight, of ten million elephant feeds
Holy imagination laid to rest upon that last moment we like to claim as best
And then back to ignorance and yet again sucking on the teat of another’s breast
These are truths of wandering masses running around after materials, memories
And prideful clashes and what a purpose built and all done before
It all means no-thing when everything was saw piled on the heap of extinction
Burnt, vanished, broken, diluted mended and then manifested ashes
The plethora of our understanding it’s all gone, Just magick.
hints of sorrow and completely tragic.
Running on fumes for too long
Ready to take on a transition
Downshifting out of high gear
Making a move to pole position
We all travel down different paths
Weaving through obstacles as we go
Steering our souls with purpose now
To remodel ourselves as we grow
The time has come to refill our tanks
Instead of always running on E
Navigation system set to discover
Who we are truly meant to be
Reserves no longer depleted
Actually the opposite is true
Swapped out effort for ease
Outdated parts left in the rearview
Typical chest-beating testosterone
Braggadocios tales
of digital conquest
Wannabe pick-up artist
paint the Don Juan canvas con
lip sly palate best
Locker room omission
of depleted ego transmission:
repeated clicked dial tone
Boastful teen wolf puffs
ain’t saying piggly much
Nothing burgers be flipping the script,
phantom date ...
Monkeyshines gon tell you all about it
Mean Jane Doe skirt euphemisms
smock cover an empty, flaccid affair
Donkey Kong down under,
braying in limp pole position,
got an index finger waving in the air
Perpendicular rumors
pointing upward
with misogynist, grapevine swinging flair
But it’s all just vain ape talk,
didn’t nothing Tarzan happen ...
just hormonal loneliness
taking a fictional jungle walk
Much ado male whispers,
Romeo nothing
getting the pride jitters
Nobody must Juliet know
that not much of anything happened tho’
When the girl interrupted pillow party call came —
that lucky number ...
whose virgin reputation was put to gossip shame,
she didn’t even recall his tarnished name
Shes' got me changing gears...
burning rubber everywhere...
she can drive this stick shift...
...ramming road blocks...
stop signs and red lights...
crime of passion...
speed is of the clock...
in my rear view...
I see the crash crew...
breaks have failed...
no pulling to the side...
I'll tap her fender
she will surrender...
driving blind...got to
get on her inside lane...
my heart screaming...
for a retread...
...got to have this woman...
in pole position...
she can drive on empty
one look she gives me plenty...
she has cranked me up...
pumping iron not enough...
shes' done my head in...
shes flooded my 6 cylinder...
...she guns the engine...
I got the right tool...
she knows I can use it...
one more look...refuel...
I never thought of it as more than a side stream
a rivulet of minor proportion and influence
until the miracles and blessings appeared
always about me and more and right now
centre of the universe deserved pole position
up to the time disaster struck hard and fast
today I have resolved to take nothing for granted
am grateful for the privilege of being alive
for food water sheltered abode and love in abundance
an inner war has abated and peace has arrived
sobriety in body mind soul and great spirit
grant me the vital force of existential existence
what cannot be changed I am able to accept
that which can be I try to alter and amend
and I am beginning to know the difference
in the here and now of today
I am thankful to feeling gratitude
now life flows on its own appreciation
I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun day trip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
Ineffable is our heart’s happiness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Our head melds with heart, conceding defeat
Silence continuum, ushers wellness
As Ohm vibration within does repeat
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Negating not, our mind-body this-ness
We rest egoic thought forms, that love deplete
Vibrant then becomes, in-form consciousness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
We vaporise, as love does love throbs greet
Our aura transmutes to soft white brightness
As we imbibe soma elixir sweet
Ineffable is, our heart’s happiness
Wisdom downloads dispel our soul’s darkness
As of heart’s desire, we dance to love’s tweet
Is-ness of being-ness in joyfulness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Rapture’s unbound as polarities meet
Boundaries blur; we entwine with oneness
Heart takes pole position, at the love seat
God’s light in fullness, fills our emptiness
Bursts forth blissfulness
25-November-2021
The beans are still green
but the corn stalks have begun to brown
I watch the first leaves fall lazily from an elm tree to the ground
I’ll soon find frost on my windshield in the morning
when I leave for work at seven
the sky as dark as it was when I went to bed the night before
With each cycle of the seasons I witness
time develops a lead foot accelerating precipitously
speeding like a race car driver trying to win the pole position
towards the day of my demise
It seems I was only just joyfully noticing those very same leaves
unfurling verdant from their buds under cerulean blue skies
a warm spring breeze chasing away the chill
Festoons of flowers blooming like colorful candy
Bees buzzing busily about them
Birds returning from their southern sojourn chirping cheerfully
as the world around me awakened once again
The embers of summer cool in September
Soon all will sleep soundly under covers of snow and clouds of grey
I will weather another winter wrapped in blankets in my room
fingers of icy air seeping in around my window
attempting to stay warm as I write what few will ever read
and talk to the walls and the portraits of a prince that hang upon them
asking what they think of my latest poem or play
though I know they’ll never say
Certainly, the crown takes pole position,
Vivifying form with soma nectar,
Each node within bubbling in elation
As bliss navigates through unknown vectors;
Ecstasy unbound the new found factor.
Sushumna, the staff of power, aglow,
One with all chakras and one with the flow,
Electrified by divine magnetism
Engaging in a seductive tease slow,
Each bliss hue displayed in our body prism.
13-October-2020
Crown chakra takes pole position
To voice of God connects
At apex, no opposition
Lower nature ejects
Crown, single eye and heart
Sees outer world depart
As we add love to cart
Enigma
Crown chakra
27-August-2021
Quietus
Hunchbacked in a room, typing electric spells of doom,
breathing out fire, an alchemy of pain, suffering and desire.
Filtered beauty but oh, beneath, lies green skin and poisonous teeth,
with claws replaced by keyboard, where online posts replicate sword.
Eyes glassy, red with ire and fatigue; hate is sport, pole position in the league:
a troll swallowing prey in gigabytes whole; their innocence lost, our youth stole.
Crown chakra takes pole position
Wherefrom in-pours benediction
Bliss caress warm, each node adorns
Our joyride begins early morn
Spurred on by sleep meditation
Bliss renewal, Gods miracle
The seeming complex, made simple
Flow with single pointed focus
Along the divine love locus
Current enables heart stable
There is no doing to be done
Save aligning, becoming one
Moment to moment, thus entwined
In timeless time, deep truths divined
Light of the spiritual sun
27-June-2021
the tenth door pulsates
taking pole position
all nodes in unison sing
it is the dance of ubuntu
who shall we then mention
notice the weird machinations of mind
gripped in wayward ego’s relentless bind
delusion orbiting desire’s circle
far removed from fontanel’s hue purple
violet vibes take up pole position
granting us to God’s abode admission
magnetism immanent and transcendent
embodying in our heart, love’s pendant