Best Rides Poems

Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightning bugs mimic...

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Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightning bugs mimic...

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Forest fairies changing colors,
autumn's patchwork pattern weaving
in the foggy morning stillness
before winter's barren grieving,
up the river on the damp air,
up hollows through the shadowed vales
sounds the mournful, sobbing whistle:
once more memory rides the rails.

Childhood song for railroad watchers -
a tinge of hobo in my veins,
longing...

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Two autos both tried to have sex.
A pity they both were such wrecks!
With great apprehension,
One lost its suspension.
Old banger sex – oh so complex!


12~21~14
Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Checked using how many Syllables 8,8,6,6,8
~awarded 3rd place~...

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Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.

A rush of blood, a gory spree 
will...

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                                       Everywhere I go
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A drapery flutters of sunlit glory
With lustrous stars gleaming near;
Hovering  around  the ‘ Pearl of Orient ‘
Where seven thousand islands adorn
Tints of liberty, peace, and independence;
Radiant in hues… crimson, blue, white
Flaming the hearts of a race blessed
By lush rice terrains and summer winds.

O,...

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[Dedicated to the Memory of Chad DeLoy]

He rides above the clouds with no shadow, 
Through the peaceful land of eternal sleep, 
With all of his fellow bikers in tow.

Always keeping an eye on those below, 
May all who have known him no longer weep —
He...

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The day is coming to a close,                                      ...

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She rides on a "star ship" high in the skies
embracing creation of her wandering star 
cheerfully greeting her guests.
Some pleasant and chatty,
some on occasion she may ask,
            “Please don’t fall over me.”

Hawaii is where...

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Bugs hitting my face
Wind in hair, feet on pedals
-Eleven again!
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Light
Reflects
From the clouds
Floating in blue
Like cotton islands
All surrounding the hill
Where squirrels play in the trees
Rich sap green covers all branches
As they flutter in ripples of breeze
Peace rides with the sun, she’s heading to set

Heidi Sands

9/23/21...

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We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right....

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"She Rides with Lions"

That Queen rides like God
She rides with Lions 
like she could harness the Sun 
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction 
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection 
hidden and held in the arms behind her 
like a...

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