A bold and burly bridge, beams of cantilever.
Pillars of concrete ridge, confluence of the river.
The callipers however quiver..
"Hey distant shores," shrieked the bridge with shiver.
"Shake your hands, you're so close, reach out to your neighbour.
The river wailed," Oh! my shores!, they are not near and dear.
I have seen them only shout, I don't think they can hear."
Across million drops of blood and tear, you're a bridge of terror and fear.
Compassion...? Can you bear?"
Religions race in different pace, the hatred, can you endure?
Riches allure the poor for sure, the economy, can you secure?
The crafty fringe of lunatics and nasty impinge of tricks...
The loose hinge of politics, the connect is a raft of Quick-Fix...."
Abuse with binge all over, "Hey !! Who will build the bridge?
The builders? they plunder and siege..
They breach their very own speech...
the other end never will reach...
Give us the bridge of faith and a river of peace to bathe.
With Love and Hope in every breath....
Help us cross the mainstream, the chasm of life and death.
Categories:
callipers, abuse, endurance, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
Categories:
callipers, car,
Form: Verse
To most an Alabama clown,
Heavy callipers weighed him down,
Local bullies put him to the test-
Innocence,then came off best,
A simple soul.....yet heaven blessed.
Categories:
callipers, allegory, people,
Form: Narrative