Best Roads Poems
Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked and loaded.
Those memory lanes,
flying paper planes,
despite grey storms,
we had strong platforms.
I wrote my deep quotes
on lost paper boats,
like a budding rose
nobody knows.
Echoes of my mind
are not always kind,
as crows examine
soul's rainless famine.
This sun never shields
in desolate fields.
Yet, I know it's true,
all roads lead to you.
Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line. Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical,
artistic, and poetic culture. The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life. They do not normally rhyme, but I like the challenge.
the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love
Dirt Roads
Hello ole friend, I’ve visited you before.
What can you tell me, what news is in store?
You read like a book, imprinted and deep.
I know there are secrets, you like to keep.
Let’s see what’s gone by, and traveled your way.
Unusual footprints or tracks I might say!
Looks like ole Fred’s been here with his truck,
And after the rain, looks like he got stuck.
Small stroller wheels and a couple small feet
Pulling a wagon, that kid is so sweet.
I see some new rocks jumped up from down under
And oops there’s that pothole, new rattles asunder.
You carry the brunt of Nature’s worst weather.
I see where the flood washed out Sara’s heather.
Now here aways, fences embrace
Where wildflowers blooming, no curb to efface.
And now through the hollow, the trees all adorn
Like trumpets announcing this majestic morn.
The deer and her fawn, new prints in the snow
Your cold shoulder is icy, in minus below.
And yet dear old friend, my thoughts turn to you.
You haven’t changed much, you’re one of a few.
No concrete, no asphalt, no white lines or yellow.
No signs and no limits, you’re a polite kind of fellow.
The stories you’ve seen as each day may pass
The history made, the silence of past
Are imprinted here, upon your great crest
More than my years, you’ve stood the test.
Horses and wheels, motors and tires,
Footprints and hopscotch, puddles and miers.
You’ve seen it all from beginning of time
And still your pure beauty so easy I find.
And now I arrived the place I call home
You’ve guarded me safely when I’m all alone.
I wonder how often anyone cares
How great has your day been, traveling there?
Snowflakes float
Whimsically on the wind
Drift
Soar
Fall
Gentle merging of
Terrestrial elements
Seeking
Cosmic order of
Patterned perfection
Children frolic with Frosty
Making snowmen and
Snow angels
Snowflakes melt
Swept aside by
Busy wipers on
Sliding cars on
Slippery roads
With dizzy drivers
Seeking stars and
Sparkling moonbeams
On lonely roads
In lonely lives
Where snowflakes fall
All Roads lead to Rome
There is a well known saying
That all roads lead to Rome
But I don't take it literally
Because my road leads me home
Only one road leads to heaven
Though many roads lead to hell
That’s a fact I can’t hold back
It’s also one I know real well
When it comes to taking roads
Know that I have taken my share
At the end of the ones that lead to hell
I learned there is truly nothing there
So if you’re searching for empty
And you want to feel a lot of despair
Jump on in swim through some sin
Lose all those who ever did care
But always remember the other road
The one road that’s sunny and bright
Hopes never lost just pay the cost
And let your soul embrace the light
Regrets on the roads not taken.
Wondering what would have happened,
What could have happened,
If I just gave love one more chance.
Would my heart be whole or,
Still as empty and broken,
As it is now.
The one and only to ever feel,
Died in my arms and that,
Is also where my heart died.
I see you when you come,
For me at night.
Standing there just looking,
Making sure I'm alright.
I feel you as my heart breaks.
I yearn for you every day every night.
I watch the same movies over and,
Over again only because they're yours.
Are you still waiting for me?
I know your always there,
Especially when the lights flicker.
It's always at night,
When I miss you the most.
I put your shirt on your pillow,
So when I drift off your,
Always near me.
I woke up one morning and,
Your shirt was gone.
I looked in the corner and,
It was folded in the chair.
That's when I knew you were here.
All roads lead home
How can that be true?
When there is no home
And there is no you
All roads lead nowhere!
~ At last! ~ At last! As
a sweet rejoinder to Him my
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I
marveled in the benignity of my
Lord. For imparting to me, the
liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His
eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt; amenable
position-of-hope-and faith in Him. Yes-for-purging-and
lifting; empowering and molding ... maturing me, indemnifying
me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. In the greater wisdom and grace of their
instruction I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His tender
eyes of mercy. (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness)).
Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the welcome and
gentle fervor, of His embrace; and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing was brought to know
compassion and to be absolvitory. As written on my heart,
and being able ... today, and thankful to Him to see. Of the
many roads I have peregrinated down, illuminated upon
this narrow path, of God’s all-inclusive way ... it is all I
~ have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace. ~
The words of this poem, form the reference in shape and idea; of a heavenly amphora.
Return to me oh fickle son
while your mother weeps
search on for call of the Jay
though elusive Cardinal sleeps
the roads took me back
to voiced memory fair
though flesh substance lack
red ribbons of flowing hair
I a begger have not an ounce
for those unwitting palms
yet rule of law denounce
except in whispered psalms
love fulfilled in child's smiling treasure
all sins forgiven, each in equal measure
epilogue
~~~She was only three, when he, at eighty-three, breathed his last...
the joy of new beginnings now forever linked to an unknown yet precious past~~~
Cry Me a River
(To) wash away the blood and sweat
I've sheaden for thee
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
so that I may rest for a while
Kuz I've been bluer then any known sea
And felt lower than the oceans is deep
Shead such blood life felt it owed me
And gotten so dark death thought he owned me
So cry me a river
To wash the dirt from my feet
from starting these roads
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
So you say I've failed thee
I didn't catch every tear
Say I didn't take risks
Say I lived life in Fear
But Truth fears not, when faced with dispair
So your young false words does fall on deaf ears.
You cry me a river
And clear my mind off the past
That still haunt my nights
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
I do it for you
And I'll do it again
I'll do it forever
Says the parents to child.
Once and never again
Once and to the end
Come and gone...
When my feet traveled on
Down a newfound road
Carrying me along
Hitching and hiking
The busy highways
Rushing and fast paced
Straight and narrow
With nothing to see
It was more about
The destination then
And not the journey
Those seem to be
The longest roads, too
And the ones
I wanted to spend
The least time on
It was the backroads
The winding, country roads
That were far too short
Where I lingered the longest
And those roads were rough ones
With steep hills and tight curves
Neither could you see around
The abundance of nature
Blocked your view
But it gave you
Something of beauty
To look at on the way
So much so that you
Didn't mind the journey
Once and never again
Once and to the end
Come and gone...
Changing like the seasons
Moving on in time
Leading to new decades
Leading to new roads
And once forgotten paths
Not crossed in ages
Come and gone...
January has pocketed frosted dreams
Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice
Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy
Many driving too fast on her hills should know better
In a heavily prayer-scented car
A risk-taking older cigar-smoking woman twirls around on the ice
Finally landing with a splat, slamming into a steel embankment
Her days on earth over now
bitterer than any rejected suiter, the incredible storm picks up
The woman's Ford is covered in mounds of wet heavy snow
This is a desolate road, people do not see the wreck for hours
Nine One One is called, but it is too late.
This smoke has words that escape me actually
The EMT says, as he reaches the scene
I see no smoke, his unaware partner replies
Not seeing the haze that is taking the lady’s soul to heaven
When all roads lead to Rome,
It is hard to get home.
When all roads lead to Rome,
We become accident prone.
When all roads lead to Rome,
Our minds are no longer free to roam.
We are all the sum of our experiences up to this point. That doesn't mean we're destined to follow the same path into our future. But instead, we can look back into the past and determine where it is we want to go from here. We have the opportunity to take the best, throw away the bad, and begin anew every day. No matter how much we might regret some of the decisions made in our wilder days, we can't go back and make changes. But we can learn from them so we will not make the same mistakes today.
roads to the future
come through highways of the past,
embrace the journey