Best Route Poems
8
If a wasted life is now the journey
With a path perilous and wide.
The prevailing observation be...
One should have a guide.
With a soul of sound and fury
And your misanthropy clearly known.
Who am I to judge you harshly
As you venture forth alone.
However...
Should the winds of chaos fester
And you be trumbled here about.
Abrogate your fear and join me here...
We'll both walk the safer route.
The End
9
Life made of me a mockery
With an intention to deceive
With no air of accountability
For the bitterness so received.
I would embrace a different path
To forsake some cosmic rule.
But Life now grips my fading star...
So I must play the fool.
The End
10
There is an air of permissiveness
As roguery doth wither winter's sting.
Prudery evaporates with the melting snow
In the path of an avenging spring.
Tis mischief that pervades the youth
With Nature's essence on display.
And things best done by the ebb of night...
Are now done in the light of day.
As Lads and Lasses tumble to and fro,
Making bold their fleshly passion.
There is little thought to autumn's moon
With Nature's bounty soon the fashion.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Categories:
route, angst, friendship, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Our remaining time is ticking
the time we have left to be together
so give me one last kiss
and turn and walk away
truth is my heart screams for you to stop
and turn around
but the road splits here
the blue road that you have chosen
will guide you to a bright future
a future where I am not with you
so please for your sake
keep walking
and don't look back
please don't forget that
I love you so much
and that this pains me to let you go
but I'll stay here and stare at the deserted dawn
Time is slowly slipping away from us
lets share this final kiss
the road splits here
our fate has been decided
the white road that I have chosen
leads me to a future
a lonely future where you are not there
but I will never forget you
even as the dawn approaches
I know this hurts
but please walk away
don't ever forget that
I love you so much
and that it pains me to see you go
but I'll stay right here and stare at the deserted dawn
Categories:
route, lost love, me, future,
Form:
Free verse
Walk The Route to the Truth
Should you be seeking the route to the Truth
It’s advisable to follow this route
Start walking on the road to Graciousness
That guides one on the way to Godliness.
If you find a sign saying "Temptation”
Change direction with no hesitation
Persevere onwards past the Devil's Creek
Head off on the path reserved for the meek.
Travel on keeping in sight of the Light
On the byway that gives rise to the Right
When weary stop by the Saviour's Inn
There you shall find the rest you seek within.
Continue with strong determination
Onwards to the divine destination
There you will find the celestial Gold Key
That opens the heart for Eternity.
“Follow the footsteps of our faithful friend
Let the light of Christ shine bright to life's end.”
13th June 2021
Categories:
route, faith, light, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
“Route 66” (Part 2)
The Wicked Old Witch stalked her, flying above
on her revved up battered old Peugeot Stick made from
twigs and oderous putrifying brown crud.
Up to this point all silent, the ugly old hag now cackled her passive abuse,
“You may have those Red Shoes Dot, but what matters to me you dim-witted dove,
is that, I now possess forever,
what you truly “most” Love.
Dot was dying bit by bit from the inside, but her fierce Warrior Spirit,
kept her soul burning with pride,
her head held up high,
however, at this point in the story, she wished she had a big gun loaded
with sharp deadly bullets of Bromargyrite.
Dot ignored the covetous old hag, pitied her, that much can be said,
you see, her brother the mindless Scarecrow, was bolted up tight, locked in a cold Tin Shed -
(punishment, his crime: “no brain in his head”);
Dot continued to soldier on forward,
kept up her Warrior’s stride
and thought of the moral in that story about one’s own bed,
there was nowhere to hide.
Dot now thought to look down at her magic sparkling shoes,
Ruby Red,
thought clicking them twice but what was the point,
all that was Home was now dead.
Dot took her eyes off her feet, with eyes now open wide,
she stood stock still, she noticed with pure horror,
clearly understood -
Toto, whom she loved “Most” of all
was missing, no more by her side,
nowhere to be seen
in this dark nightmarish neighbourhood.
A Lion came out of nowhere emerged from the mist,
Somewhere a tawny owl hooted “Who? Who? Is this now a tryst?”
He was holding his tail and a deck of Queens Slippers,
He purred ever so nicely, “Where to now Missus?
I’ve got your back. I’ll stay true.”
“How hard can that be,” he thought, “to dissolve all of her indigo blues?”
Somewhere in the background all foggy
but right on track,
ACDC was playing, that song,
you know the one,
“The Jack”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
Categories:
route, betrayal, courage, imagery, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
“Route 66” (Part 1)
“I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto”, she said
The moral of this story, let us deliver from beginning not end -
When you lie in it,
it’s inevitable, you eventually must wake up and make your own bed.
She thought she was on the Yellow Brick Road all along,
But the Screaming Monkeys had led her far astray, far from Home,
from her normal abode made of Strong
and all that is Fey,
it was clear to anyone watching this was not a normal day.
It was freezing all over this doomed foreign place,
as she walked with each step, tapping out heavy defeat
and the harsh Winter wind blowing it’s bitter words in her face, “Retreat! Now, Retreat!”.
Her heart had gone hard, you see,
ferocious and cold, as her feet pounded the cracks in this road not made from Gold.
She persisted her march full of integrity, grace
but she held on tightly to that big can full of mace.
The place was surrounded by the Forrest of Tricks,
as she faced with certainty,
she was actually now on Route 66,
with thunder and lightening shooting through clouds
ACDC was playing far away, foggy in the background,
“The Highway to Hell”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
Categories:
route, betrayal, courage, imagery, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Hey kids get out in the car !
Dad, are we going very far ?
You don't ask, I won't tell...
We're going crazy, oh well.
Got to get out on the road...
to forget that heavy load !
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
Route 66 is where you should play.
Our '63 Buick is the car we drive...
takes lots of gas to keep it alive.
Has luxury and that ain't all...
its got a 445 that just will not stall !
Dad said look out the window...
see the USA while we go.
Gotta see it before its gone,
look there's a spaceship on that lawn !
You see everything on the Mother Road...
A blue whale and a giant horn toad.
In motor courts and wigwams you sleep,
buy postcard so memories you keep.
Now it's a little out of the way...
but more fun than the toll way.
See how America used to be,
when it was fun to be free !
There's mountains and lots of funny rocks,
sand and a canyon like a box.
Old drive inns and out door movies...
drink a malt and feel so groove.
I'd lay up on the window deck...
wave to trucks till the're a speck.
Love to look at old car and trucks...
saw armadillos, buffalo and bucks.
Had a lot of fun on the way !
We're almost to the coast and L.A.
So get your kicks...
drive on Route 66 !
To the fond memory of car trips when I was a kid.
Categories:
route, adventure, childhood, dedication, familycar,
Form:
Lyric
you told me you love me this way
I told you that I love you that way
Can love be left if you love me right?
yet I know we don't always get love with our delight
Yes, I'd like to hang out with you
through and through for the next fifty years too
Yes, I know friendships last longer
and marriages surely aren't always stronger
Yes, I know I have a friend for life in you
we'll romp, we'll play, but we'll never say, "I do"
And that's okay cause I like it this way
right or wrong-- we're more than that 'til we go gray
So, with these thoughts that I spelled out
we'll spell out L-O-V-E is our route
Categories:
route, girlfriend-boyfriendme, love, me, i
Form:
Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their work.
This usually involved keeping a single route open underground to the next nearest colliery .
Old George waiting by the mineshaft
Spitting his chewing tobacco juice
Today with his apprentice
They must survey the mines escape route .
1000 yards underground
In darkness as black as pitch
They reach up to their helmets
Turning on the headlamp switch.
George prodding at the timbers
That support the roof and sides
His apprentice grows more nervous
With every single stride .
A mile down the escape route
The roof is seven feet high
They see a little fallen rock
but manage to squeeze by .
The roof is getting lower
George hears the scurrying of mice
Brought down the mine in bales of hay
When pit ponies and the miners destiny were spliced.
The apprentice is visibly shaking
but only one more mile to go
When a piece of falling timber
Dealt his torch battery a glancing blow.
George could see the boys panic
and as the leader of his team
He reassured his apprentice
Then they shared the single beam .
Suddenly they hear a crack like thunder
Then the splintering of wood
George pushes his apprentice
but a fall of rock stands where George stood.
Young boy on his hands and knee's
Screaming Georges name
More terrified by the second
When no answers came.
Now in total blackness
He inhabits the world of the blind
If he is to help his leader
The boy must use his senses and his mind .
The faintest hint of breezes
He feels on his face
Air sucked down the mineshaft
Just might be his saving grace
He crawls along the jagged floor
Using his sense of touch
Soon in the distance he hears machinery
A sound he has never loved so much .
He tastes the ever freshening air
Hope inside him grows
Then the tiniest speck of flickering light
His tears overflow.
Help, Help, he's calling
As the miners come into view
Two men want to hep him to the surface
Burt he awaits his friends rescue.
Old George didn't make it
He sacrificed himself to save the boy
Broken hearted the boy had a breakdown
and had to leave the mines employ.
The boy became a father
Then a wonderful granddad
but he never tired of telling the story
of the best friend he ever had.
Categories:
route, heart,
Form:
Narrative
There are many road that lead to hell,
but there is a peculiar one
that will surely get you there as well
Route 666
It's not on any road map,
can't be found by no G.P.S.
Could be located anywhere,
it's the devil's own private road of death
Takes two things to get put on this evil highway:
you had to have done something real bad
that caused lives to be lost,
but you got the blame put on someone else
That's requirement number one,
your crime being paid by an innocent
The other thing is, you had to have
stolen a car in order to escape future justice
Trying to flee into anonymity
But in gaining possession of the vehicle,
you take the life of the occupant(s) thereof
Thus, the second requirement is met,
you just doubled down in dealing out death
Route 666
The wheels are now in motion,
ladies and gentlemen, please place your bet
Will you make it to a safe haven,
and get away clean with the dirty deeds
Or will you find some gruesome way to die,
while evading capture in your stolen motorized steed
You don't yet know it,
but the race for your soul is on
The odds of you making it scot free,
well honestly, are impossibly long
At the edge of this haunted highway
is a lodge called Last Chance Motel
Get one last meal and a bad night sleep,
then go drive down that soulless stretch like a bat into hell
Route 666
The fastest road to hell
Many a bad hombre dragged this strip,
trying to avoid life sentence in a cell
Today is the day
the devil's gonna get his kicks
Before the night is over,
your sins are gonna catch up with you black cat quick
Route 666
Highway to hell
Has you burning rubber
to elude going to jail
Your bad luck to steal a car
whose steering gets shaky over sixty
Flipped you like a burnt burger,
another fiery death is what the devil relishes to see
Some luckless soul just passed your car,
seen it smoldering in a ditch
They pressed the pedal to the metal,
but outrunning the devil is a ...
Categories:
route, car, death, evil, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
TO MOVE FORWARD
TO MOTIVATE OTHERS
FOR EMPOWERMENT VIA NON-PROFIT
TO ACHIEVE WHAT HAS BEEN SAID TO BE IMPOSSIBLE!
Is there a greater focus to determine a greater faith?
Why ask, if you are living the best way?
TO STEP-TO-THE CAUSE
TO BE A POLITICAL POWERHOUSE
TO PROVIDE MOTIVATION
TO INSPIRE A NATION
What is your focus to be?
I ask because a destiny is perceived.
TO BE TO DO
TO LOVE TO LIVE
TO QUEST TO ACHIEVE
TO SEEK TO DEFINE
TO FIND TO SEEK OUT
TO ESTABLISH TO ASCERTAIN
What questions have you not ask?
Bringing forth this knowledge is to introspect.
________________________________________|
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 15, 2014!
Categories:
route, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone
Down the road with the wind on our faces
Off to visit some far off places
Headed south down the Mother Road
The bike trailer behind us we towed
We past the St Louis Arch gateway to the west
What a magnificent site I can atest
Stopped to see the Meramec Caverns
The Wine Table formation would look great in an old tavern
Through Cuba Missouri we rode the bike at a crawl
Taking pictures of the murals on the building walls
We rode through Kansas the shortest part of Route 66
On the Rainbow Curve Bridge we took more pics
We traveled on to see the Big Blue Whale in Catoosa OK
In Tulsa we camped out at the KOA
Took a break from the open road freedom
The next day in Clinton we visited the Route 66 Museum
On to Texas we then rode
Checking out the sites it had to behold
South of Amarillo saw the Cadillac Ranch
Got off the bike to walk off a cramp
In Adrian ate at the Midpoint Cafe
We had rode Old Route 66 halfway
On America's Highway we motored through New Mexico
In the distance we eyed Mount Tucumcari's plateau
Visited Petroglyph National Monument outside of Albuquerque
The sun setting on the petroglyphs looked spectacularly
Then we drove past the Continental Divide
Observed red rock mountains along side
In Arizona we finally arrived
By the scenery we were hypnotized
In Winslow stood on the corner like the Eagles song
The memory of that will be lifelong
Visited the Petrified Forest and Painted Desert
By this time we were sunburned and weathered
In Flagstaff we stopped to camp and rest
We spied an eagle tending it's nest
To Sedona rode the Oak Creek Scenic Drive
The views and landscape made me feel alive
Alas our trip was over we had to go home
But on this trip there were so many memories sown
Categories:
route, memory, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
rondeau
Envision your route, it's quicker.
Like your crowds thinner or thicker?
Traffic can ruin a trip, no fun;
my choice - less-traveled paths, bar none.
country bumpkin / city slicker?
Long journeys can be a kicker;
on a bus, some snore, some snicker.
Think through your options one by one.
Envision your route.
Some folks will dally and dicker?
Others like to blame and bicker?
think ahead ere the trip's begun;
you'll be happier when it's done.
If you drive, don't drive on liquor,
envision your route.
written 07/27/12, revised 07/19/19
to meet requirement of 8 syllable lines.
Host: Charles Messina - Contest: Rondeau
Categories:
route, 11th grade, adventure, anxiety,
Form:
Rondeau
This year Santa decided not to fly
Kissed Mrs. Claus a hardy good-by
Aimed his deer toward the interstate
Oh! How his sleigh went straight
A Van slammed on brakes, need I specify!!
I saw a van yesterday with a Santa's suit fastened to its rear with the rear of the suit facing out. Left me wondering what happened to Santa.
Not for a contest
Categories:
route, funny,
Form:
Limerick
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
Categories:
route, bible, christian, god, jesus,
Form:
Narrative
It seems that for our journey through life a road has been paved.
That some say we must travel for our souls to be saved.
Well that might be the path for the average man.
But It's not for me, you see I have my own plan.
I will build my own road and probably pave it with doubt.
But it will take me where I need to go, this much I have figured out.
I think our time on this earth Is just a short stint.
Filled with too many judgments and rules made to be bent.
Though the decisions I make are not always the best.
And usually going against the flow of the rest.
I have to say I like the dark corners, being on the edge of the cliff.
I never want to look back on my life and wonder what did I miss?
So if ever you can't find me, I'm doing fine there's no doubt.
Those who truly know me well, know I'm taking the scenic route.
Categories:
route, inspirational, journey,
Form:
Rhyme