I breeze through endless of the trees,
I lose my way in which I choose,
Broken souvenirs will appear,
Fears jam and stuck in first gear.
Hands buried last in quick sand,
eyes focus to ears whispering,
silver stars, captured in jars,
glittering like your eyes, focusing.
There's a horizon I can't reach,
A cliff that hands can't withstand,
A hawk soars above my shore,
As I sink further to thoughts within.
sleepless
The night dances on his pupils
burning bright towards the morning
A brain that has no brakes
first gear is of no help
Restless wandering through childhood
when did it all go wrong?
The future lacks meaning
leads to another tomorrow
Butterflies in the glade, once he was one of them
Promises not kept
Now he is the only one left.
The dell is a housing estate built for the poor
who has no choice?
Pretty butterflies turn into a moths
The night is the only thing you have got
consciousness is harmful and brings no sleep
When Johnny guzzled three ice-cold beers
There dawned on him a feeling of fear
He fled, but he couldn't hide
Crossed a river a mile wide
Burned out his motor ~ all in first gear
Wakeful
The night is endless the pupils of his eyes
are alert and free of sleep, will he make it through the night?
A brain without brakes, first gear not of any help,
restless wandering through childhood, where did it
all go so wrong?
The future is now tomorrow is an incident a lack of meaning
and only leads to another tomorrow.
A swarm of butterflies in the glade he was one of them
promises not kept and now he is the only one left
the dell has turned into a housing estate built for the poor
for those who have no choice.
Butterflies so pretty have turned into a moth fly now
you are alone in the darkest of nights, consciousness
is harmful and brings no sleep.
A hot July evening, and nothing had stirred,
the minutes just ticked slowly past,
too hot for much effort, and even the birds
gave up chirping as long shadows cast.
I savoured the moment and reached for my glass,
cold lager to help quench my thirst,
when I saw something black in the bubbles of gas,
close inspection, and I feared the worst.
A fly had snook down while my back had been turned
lost it's footing and fell in the beer,
and now paddled in vain for the side of the glass
but could not make it out of first gear.
Since it spoiled my enjoyment, a spoon for employment
was acquired and from my drink was scooped
the sad fly in some drops, poured it out where it stopped
with no movement, all out it was pooped.
With it's legs in the air (and I know, I've been there)
it finally righted itself, shook a wing, rubbed it's head
but not flying, instead took a gentle walk on my shed shelf.
Oblivious now to the story of how
I'd just graciously saved it's poor life,
I wondered as it slowly wobbled off home-
what on earth did it say to it's wife?
Tabitha Tadpole can't seem to get it right
She has been a tad slow for her entire life
While all her friends are out playing leap frog
Tabitha has yet to see her tail fall off
All the ribbits that she hears makes it very clear
Tab can't seem get herself out of first gear
With all her friends time being spent growing shiny teeth
Tongues that slurp, lungs that burp, legs to help them leap
Tabitha finds she can only swim about
How to morph into a frog, she's yet to find that out
Though she's never lonely in her dark green slimy pond
There's thousands more tadpoles like her where Tabitha comes from
While all the friends that she makes one day hop away
As all tadpoles turn into frogs when natures call they all obey
All except for Tabitha who may never know
The taste of fly's when they tickle the sides as they slide down the throat
Poor Tabitha may never figure it all out
And until then she'll continue to swim chasing her own tail
long ago I hated the stones
then before long grew up
ran gauntlet after gauntlet
till one day
I wore the leather jacket
they said I would look good
in...grow your hair
and beard....
gave me skinny jeans
I picked up a wallet chain
and sunglasses
I mountian bike
and grit from the sidewalks
and road even at first gear
chopper speed
Mountian bike speed
no front fender
U get bugs...dirt
insects..thus the dark
shades....Its not just
too look cool
and cold air too
..
I was working..
had just finished at a top
end military installation
slinging fibre optics
I was up a pole
the stainless cable
lasher I was transferring
when the eclipse right
around here happened
Darkness overhead..
streetlights came on
at the horizon nothing
but light...as if a
dusk or dawn
was three sixty all
about while cold of night
decended and street
lights powered up...
I loved it...I can see
why It scared the ****
out of the ignorant
many will do what they
want in guadratic configurations
and it will suprise U
Fear, cuts like a knife will go through you like a spear.
It's really ***** how it will adhere, and make you cry many a tear, even ruin your career it won't let you out of first gear.
And it makes it perfectly clear that it will appear during your premier.
Because fear is an insincere engineer, which will try to domineer but only if you let it cohere. Then it takes away your cheer and will replace it with drear.
So don't stay in your sphere, be a pioneer and get a change of atmosphere. Try it for a year then watch your fear disappear and get that feeling of, All Clear.
Carbonated sizzle STOP
me ....before I start!
I feel the vrrrroom in the room
take me to your carburetor
drop me into first gear
headed... where? .....Homespun
Oil buster
dirt riding
lowwwwly... throttle neck
Chevy Pick me upper
"you moooove me"
but
Ferrari makes me starry
lamborghini makes me weak
I am grinding my gears here
there's quakes in my breaks...
been riding the straight down
to volume-ator creator
breaking up the road
walker
gassing up for the mighty miles
till this life us do part
ways to go
to the finish me line
There are not many cc’s.
However, this bike moves like the breeze.
Be sure to get your helmet on.
In a few moments, we will be gone.
We shift into first gear.
The engine shows its might
We shift into second gear.
My rider shows some fright.
We shift into third gear
It is time to hang on tight.
We go faster down the road.
We are in for a fun episode.
You're scolding me, as if I care
For tearing up another pair!
But, "blah, blah, blah"..... is all that's clear
It's miscommunication in first gear!
Yakety Yak!!
Don't you see that it's no use??
I'm just a mutt, (that's my excuse)...
Those scalding words you shout to me?
For floppy ears? ...... Eluding me!
All I hear is "Yakety yak"!!!
What's with that??
You get upset when I bark loud
Or when I jump into the crowd
That time I chewed newspapers on the floor
Or when I jumped through the screen door
Yakety Yak!!!
You chased me once with that straw broom
Just because I wee-weed in the room
You keep on shouting this and that
But to me it's only "Yakety-yak"!!
What was that???!!!!!!
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For Tanya Harrigton's Contest "Dog Gone Tales"
8/6/10
Yes no you said to me
As you sipped on your tea
This coffee town outlet expresses no poetry
As you realize that the bag is still in
My scrambled eggs metaphorically describe my vocabulary
I stutter like learner in first gear
Your green eyes make me melt like like like
Some sort of soluble
No? Well then I will not be seen as a coward
A coward, a *****, a conquest, a conundrum
This is my heart and I’ve put it on the line
I’ve pegged it up and you’ve left it to dry
Yes? The door swings and flashes the sun across my face
I’ve seen the light. We meet tomorrow night
The hard parts over. Or is it?
What’s my next question?
I wake up
Aroused
As usual.
I sleep alone
I rush
To the shower
My stick-shift
Still in
The first gear
It is the same
Damn
Thing
For ten years.