Best Ramp Poems
Fashion cover girls these days
make me sick,
All haggard and thin,
they look like .bean poles
Picking on South Beach diets
to trim flat waists
Do they have a life
'midst those surgical lifts?
I wonder if they cover up
bulimia blues with false lashes--
And party till sun up
to look doe-eyed come photo shoots!
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Contest of: Frank H
nette onclaud
The exit ramp looms large just up ahead,
though still an unknown distance ‘round the bend,
a terminus of sorts.
Perhaps a point from which to send
us out of time constraints, into the now,
the means by which remain unknown, just how
exactly, this all ends.
To fret, a waste, ’tis said, so I shall trust instead.
And yet, this ideation blooms within
my mind, a frequent fascination that
with other thoughts, comports.
If only now, is there no then,
and sequencing of time, thus obsolete,
as all arrive en mass, surprised to meet?
The world I know is flat;
my finitude stretched thin, constrained to trust again.
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Another fun one, a Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 10a-10b-6c-8b-10d-10d-6b-12a
This one comes from a notion from reading Matthew 25, in the Last Judgment. All would have died at different times, but on that day, all were surprised, hence the idea of different departures, all arriving at now.
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This will be the third time I've added sponsor info. I do not know what is happening here...
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 10/13/22
Colored skateboard ramp
With graffiti all over
Preparing for leap
I jump high into the air
Ramp is not for the leery
Russell Sivey
Shows of gracefulness
Despite of body shaming
Done with sobriety.
My mistakes were of the human kind.
Was told to hold my tongue but was disinclined.
From a flight of winding stairs I fell through my mind.
knavish condescension rendered my sight blind.
In my guilt filled chasm I was confined.
Bloody fingertips on my canvas scrape and grind.
Self inflicted condemnations unwind.
I’m entering the interstate of forgiveness that He designed.
THE GRANDMA RAMP
My daughter handed him to me and ran out the door without instructions.
It’s been thirty years since I’ve been this close to a cat-like scream.
The bottles hang down like bats, perky nipples and necks require help.
I play hide n seek with milk, finding pops of boobie juice in deep freeze.
Maternal mind replays ‘do not microwave’ so i run the plastic under water.
The little angel, heaven-sent, gives me no break, not today.
I release the sweetheart to the windup mobile of stars.
Finally, the soother is ready to rock n roll. I gather the infant in my arms.
The sucking sound so familiar. He downs this succulent sustenance
and falls asleep. Unnecessarily I hear a car rolling up the grandma ramp.
11/19/2018
Ramp Up Things and Have Ramp Up
wonder if we can
ramp up all things when we can
while up ramp still is
If the ramp is already up,
it is difficult getting on the
ship. May fall, skip or slip;
then you may skinny dip.
Jim Horn
When logic fails,
something within me undeniably stirs,
something that was always there,
in the silent void,
waiting for me to veer off,
and let go.
To stop thinking,
start feeling,
and open up.
I shed my incumbent clothes,
waded in,
felt the tug of the tide,
tasted the salty water on my lips,
and went with the flow.
To be carried to places
reason could,
or would never, lead me to.
To things I've never tried,
things that can't be denied
when taken by the off ramp.
Today we stopped at Subway
and grabbed our favorite subs, chips and drinks
then headed to a picnic table
across the lake from the boat ramp
our favorite spot to watch boaters
set their boats in the water
or practice their profession
of driving them on their boat ramp
we bring a loaf of bread to break into pieces
and throw into the water for the ducks
our favorite thing to do at the lake
watching crazy birds fight for food
and protect their little ones
from other groups of geese
larger than themselves