Best Taken For A Ride Poems
I have truly become fond of many poets here on Poetry Soup
And to be quite honest that has completely surprised me
l never believed a human connection could be made via a screen
Yet…. l have proved myself wrong completely
I do have a gullible soft hearted nature
Thus…. l am easily taken for a ride
So , l do question at times if ‘some’ of those connections are mutual
Or coming only just from one side
I hope these poets feel the connection as l do
And our cyber connection is honest and real
I would be sad to think otherwise
Disappointment and mistrust l would feel!
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Saville row suit with lots of loot
You start to talk - his jokes are a hoot
No wedding ring upon his finger
You hold his gaze and let it linger
You leave together in his fancy car
Passionate kisses follow – you go too far
He promises to call you like some men do
Has he just made a fool of you
You don’t know anything; not even his name
It takes two to tango – you are both to blame
Nine months later and your baby arrives
The only thing you know is the car he drives
One day you see this man in the street
A wife by his side, 2 kids at his feet
You stare at him and catch his eye
He looks at the baby and then at the sky
Jan Allison
23rd March 2014
I have no idea where the idea for the poem came from - it just took 5 minutes to write
I know a man who’s not adverse
To helping others slim of purse
He’s more than willing to help out,
If self-improvement floats your boat,
For teaching men to fish for trout,
Is poverty’s best antidote.
But wealthy men have certain rules
That poorer men think make them fools
Like never spending all you make
Investing then in what seems smart
Like planning for tomorrow’s sake,
Like buying horse for applecart.
Tomorrow’s man you’ll someday be
And if you ever will be free,
Provision must be made for him
That helps him climb another tree
To venture out on tender limb,
And catch a glimpse of what may be.
To invest smart trust what you know
Though risk can be a chance to grow
Invest in self and always win
You know that time is on your side
A poor choice never is a sin
Like being taken for a ride.
You hope to dig for more than coal?
Then OPM (1) should be your goal.
Your reputation where to start
For rep that shines can make things click
And trust depends on human heart
Which disappears if you’re too slick.
For leverage is word to know
If you would make your garden grow
Lush garden’s can the bees pull in
Your bees, the heroes of your plan,
Can pollinate the plants within
Complete the dreams of thoughtful man.
Brian Johnston
March 29, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
(1) OPM stands for other people’s money. When you are able to invest other people’s money for them and they trust you to do this, you increase your own potential to earn money basically because you can charge them a management fee for doing so and you also improve your credit reputation which means you can borrow more money from a bank for your own projects if you need to.
I've been Taken
Written: by Tom Wright
1/27/03
I’ve been taken for coffee,
also, taken for a ride.
I've been taken for dinner,
and I've had taken, my pride.
I've been taken to the cleaners,
taken there left ego slanted.
The two places I refuse to be taken,
is for a fool or for granted.
As I dusted off an old jazz LP
A musical genie appeared to me
With seven notes in his hand
And a wish for each one
So I wished to see some singers and bands
Then I traveled back in time
On a C note
To hear the great jazz bands of old
My first stop was with the Count
Count Basie caressed the piano
As the saxophone turned out gold
The bass guitar was strumming away
And I listened to Billie Holiday
As she sang 'Blue Moon'
I then hitched a ride on a D note
And that took me to see the Duke
As I watched him tickle the ivories
I was taken for a ride on the A train
Where I heard him play Moon River
I left the train on an E note
To see Ella Fitzgerald sing
I did not want to depart
Until she sang "Cry you out of my heart"
Then a G note took me away
So I could hear Nina Simone play
I still had a few notes to spare
As Nina sang "My baby don't care.......
Before I left, I wanted to see one last show
So the B note took me to see Louie Satchmo
With his trumpet blaring
To "When the saints go marching in"
It was a great musical affair
And I rode home on the melodic notes
of the great trumpeteer
Luck I haven't but skills I do.
If you play my game I'll bury you.
Using my head and not my heart,
I control the game from the start.
I use my mind to chart a course
so, rest assured, you can bet on this horse.
I play to win, never to place;
Determination, that's my ace.
Whether it's cards, checkers or life,
I go for the kill, cut like a knife.
I'm not a poor loser, just a better winner
so, stand aside before your wallet gets thinner.
Never waste money on a game of chance:
a fool's wager in any circumstance.
I don't spend my hard-earned cash
on fools like you, just talking trash.
So, throw those dice or spin that wheel
or scratch that ticket; How does it feel?
Once again you're taken for a ride;
Luck enticed you, then let you slide.
Luck is a con man.
I'm not a big fan.
He'll take all you got
when you think you're hot.
If I bet, then you can bet too
that luck's not around to take his due.
Any luck I've ever had,
It's all been bad.
March 3, 2018
Left Right Left Right Left Right
Life went on a lot of years
no one did a thing
Along comes one man, Donald Trump
they all begin to sing
Send them back? And that's taboo?
Billions would be spent
What happens if you keep them here?
billions just in rent
Good ol' Jeb he has a plan
let's feed and clothe them here
Save the money from the wall
just watch illegals cheer
Balanced budget (Florida state)
illegals aren't on books
All are here, they were oppressed
(yes even all the crooks)
Yes, Jeb is really worried now
the bush name doesn't help
Big business and the C of C
just listen, hear them yelp?
No one has given time of day
till D. Trump came along
Most of them are in a daze
can't sing the same old song
I could go on for months and months
there is no end in sight
Those "truly taken for a ride"
are glad Trump's in the fight.....
Algorithms of thoughts flowing
through gateways of forming waves
Synthising emotions into language
The beauteous rippling toppling freely
Overflowing and weaving creativity
What a place to reside
Inside an artists mind
The universe is taken for a ride
Clashing with other galaxies
Breathing life into new stars
Without the restraints of gravity
Inspired by eminen song( Lose Yourself )
He holds my hands so gently and tells me I’ll be fine
Says he will always love me – he is a lying swine
Tenderly wipes away my tears and holds me in his arms
I can’t believe I’ve wasted my life and fallen for his charms
He tries to explain the reasons why he has to leave
Got back with his ex wife and now my heart does grieve
He’d promised me it was all over and I one day I’d be his bride
We’ve been together for two years, I’ve been taken for a ride
My heart is bruised and broken from his shock confession
I loved him oh so dearly I must teach this man a lesson
I look longingly at him and stare into his dark brown eyes
This man I once so adored now I do despise
How do I admit to her the wife was never my ex
That was just a line because I wanted sex
Four days with one and three days working away
Both of them believing every word I say.
They have seen the king and I, so both should see
We men are made to flit from bee to bee
The wife was always too busy with our three kids
A mistress was alright for a while but now I must get rid
Besides, she'll forgive me , women always do
No matter the lies we keep on telling you
When I get fed up with the wife I'll be back for more
So keep my carpet slippers by the front door.
Got bad news for you, it‘s now the end of your game
Your wife knows all about me, she even knows my name
Because she heard you talking in your sleep
Some secrets like me were hard to keep
So now you will discover your wife’s true feeling
She’s seen a lawyer and soon you’ll be reeling
Tried to have your cake and eat it too
Well Buddy she’s now divorcing YOU
5th June 2014
By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening
if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us
filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms
virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall
the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so
for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to
notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone
that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear
dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on
© Goode Guy 2012-08-02
as fair as fair goes
a fair is a place
where people take rides
if you are expecting fair
you'll be taken for a ride
equality you say don't be fooled
nothing ever measures up
when you pit one thing against another
nothing is ever fully the same
not even identical twins
there’s always the slightest difference
we live in a fair is foul
foul is fair world
ala Shakespeare, we judge harshly
only to quip, 'that's not fair'
when tables are turned
as fair as fair goes
and that's not fair
don't get stuck on a ride
if you do find yourself
moving in uncontrollable motion
try to hop off or enjoy the ride
as fair as fair goes
and that is unequivocally
not that far...fair
Bamboozled was is worth the energy and efforts for matters of
the heart? was it just an illusion? A game of hocus-pocus mislead
to believe that someone's intentions were true or was it just a
act only to be taken for a ride for fakery, infidelity, and personal
gain. Bamboozled
Wishing upon a star my Romeo, Juliet why do you remain afar?
wanting you, needing you only to discover a mistaken belief that
you continue to elude the questions at hand causing emotional
damage, and cruel treatment. Bamboozled finally, confidence
built up within her and she rediscovered that she wasn't a victim
but a survivor.
The Headless Warrior
The creation of a civil war and a people that is not set free
Is like the blind leading the blind
And the person at the helm cannot see
That he has no vision and is so unkind
Can a person fight with hands and feet
When there is no stability and no head
The locomotion has no rhythm and no beat
And the person being led might as well be dead
The computer is the head which holds the brain
This is the engine of the soul
Thoughts of the past, present and future drives this person insane
And the work he has to do is wrapped up in this one enigmatic role
Nevertheless, like a freight train with no brakes and going downhill
He moves along at breakneck speed
And the people think that he must be very ill
This burden of thousands of lost lives in Iraq is such a terrible deed
Even without a head, it is necessary to change course in midstream
He holds steadfast, through thick and thin, no clear vision
And advice cannot be given to a headstrong person who does not listen to his team
This shows a great deal of anger and failure to make the right decision
The person who makes the move and pulls the string
Sometimes cannot be seen, but his action is felt far and wide
And the people at home, wait nervously for the phone to ring
Telling of the bad news, its just oil;that they have been taken for a ride
Missing limbs, dead sons,daughters,husbands and wives
Vietnam is revisited, and the living families,
Are left behind out of step and out of groove,
Forever out of touch with the headless warrior.
William Morrissey 4/12/07
You're so distant
And yet so near.
Sometimes I wish
I could change my year.
I want to be with you
I wish you were mine.
But here in the real world
Friends is fine.
I've stood on a mountain
I've swallowed the sea.
So many came looking
But they couldn't find me.
I told all my stories
They hung me up high.
As they walked away laughing
It wasn't my goodbye.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.
Caught you on Fifth Avenue
Hustling, to find your way.
So high that you didn't see me
Only thought it right to pay.
Motel rooms, look all the same
Blowing like a sea breeze.
Left a scar in my memory
With you down on your knees.
Faith and hope and charity
Standing by my side.
Four modern horsemen
Being taken for a ride.
Did I get back too late?
Has the damage all been done?
It seems that we've evolved
From the needle to the gun.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.
Why did they all ignore me?
I can't believe I cried.
Doesn't any one remember?
The day that Kennedy died.
Where were you in ‘63?
Did you want to be alone?
I never thought of calling
All you had to do was phone.
Now I cry myself to sleep
Only myself to blame.
I told them all I was fine
No one guessed I was insane.
I held the world in my hands
I though that I had plenty.
No-one on the outside
Can see I'm running on empty.
See me on a runaway train,
Running out of tracks.
You can't stop me turning round,
Filling in all the cracks.