Uplifting is my goal
Starting to get on a roll
Here we go faster
How much faster?
Faster than a hot rod type gasser
Keeping it upbeat
Just a little off-beat
Mostly random thoughts never on repeat
Life is better when u move ur feet
Dancing or walking down the street
Negativity should hold down delete
Positivity with ur heart on ur sleeve
Humans should strive to be sunlight
Always bringing smiles and making the day bright
Happy-go-lucky is the name of the game
Sunshine and happy are one in the same
Hoping these words find u staking ur claim
Making life scream your name
Categories:
gasser, creation, encouraging, fun, happy,
Form: Rhyme
I need a woman who doesn't mind being alone.
Not into quail eggs but doesn't mind eating crow.
Does her own thing and is not one bit clingy.
A little bit tart but never saccharine sweet.
Slightly off the drumbeat is just fine with me.
A velvety pianist is what I don't need.
Call me a pig but I don't like them fat.
For fat could mean an unabashed gasser.
or a big yawner in the sack.
I need a lean black leather panther.
or a rhinestone studded wildcat-
She has to be witty, but I run far away from too silly.
She must live for poetry, more than she lives for me.
Likes rolling in stones and riding led zeppelins.
Slow dancing on the dark side of the moon.
she'll ride pink flamingos, just shy of the loon.
She'll fall in love with Van Gogh's fields of crows,
Salvador's melting clocks and twisting, spiral stairs.
She'll scavenge blue sea glass and musical snow globes.
Gently knead my jagged darkness into double rainbows.
Most importantly, she must make a vow to outlive me,
because at funerals I become a cracked, unwinding time piece.
Categories:
gasser, funeral, life,
Form: Free verse
JIMMY CARTER
There's so many shortages
we don't know what to do
we're outa gas and coffee beans
and outa money, too.
The congress hasn't been much help
and peanuts just won't do,
so Jimmy please be good for us,
and we'll be good for you!
Well my car's a little bit
extravegant, I know,
it's got an air conditioner
and 440 makes it go!
And every time I step on it
it pours the gas right through
and congress doesn't like my car,
but they drive guzzlers, too!
Well Jimmy Carter's leading us from desperation
and he's trying to save the family car
but the road hog is a gasser
and the gas ain't no cheaper
at the rate that we're goin now---we won't go far!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
gasser, political,
Form: Blank verse