It took an hour to get ready,
even to just drive around the block.
First, he would check the oil, kick the tires,
tune the radio and set the clock.
Then he’d adjust all of the mirrors,
check the wipers and wash the head light.
Not sure why he’d worry about it,
cause he could not see to drive at night.
He could not start any adventure,
and not stop at the liquor store first.
Had to grab a six of Budweiser,
he’d say, “so he did not die of thirst.”
He’d stop at the bottom of the ramp.
trying to get onto the freeway.
Then set his cruise control at forty,
his signal light flashing the whole way.
You know he could not drive fifty-five,
but stayed right there in the passing lane.
Traffic backed up for about a mile,
wave his finger at all who’d complain.
Before he could make a right-hand turn,
he had to come to a complete stop.
Drove around the lot for an hour,
while mom went into the store to shop.
Do this now..' be swift; be calm, be focused.' One of the last rights you,
We all have is to choose, whether we
Want to die ' if the WHO get this cdc
Bill through.? Using your senators you
Will no longer hold that right, communisam, has entered..By the side
Gate, you either clean house now or
Loose the Nation.' Be strong and unite.!
Road work had been finished
for the winter on an asphalt strip
north of town near a nature preserve.
I said good-bye to the hotel owner
and he invited me back
although the town was a lifetime away
from my home. We shook hands.
The town wore its history well
with a façade of an old west town
complete with a jail and post office
on its main street, as if it wanted
to live that life again.
Picture postcards were sold in a drug store
to be packed away and taken home.
Gates of fences aligning themselves
on either side of a highway
spoke of the last cattle drive.
I realized this was the west
where cowboys lived and died.
Reflections stirred of how we gave of our lives
for our dreams and for the ones we loved.
Hasn’t it always been this way?
Sandhills loomed to my side as I drove
on a two-lane east to another town
where I could see another historic site
then get onto the interstate and drive
to the next assignment.
The sky above the open land was an ocean
as I drove east toward the sun.
Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me
You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.
Oh… It just got broke again.
You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.
Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.
He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
How do you write poetry? Someone asks me.
I am not the one to ask.
For I have no idea how it happens.
I just throw down some favorite words
I love to watch them dance about,
Adverbs chasing verbs, nouns snatching up adjectives
Before I can have a thought,
These favorite words
create something on a page
Sometimes it is a story,
Other times it is a cheer or a song.
They need me not at all.
I am merely their means to get onto a website.
The annual frog hop is in full swing
I see the dance of the little toad king
He’s dancing the fabulous day away
With a gentle hop and a hey hey hey!
There is a beetle and a cricket too
They’re both trying to get onto his shoe
He kicks them both off and dances away
A merry time we are having today!
A dragonfly comes by and asks to join.
Yes you can, it takes no talent or coin.
She dances a pretty ballet.
It’s darling to see her today.
I quickly jump into the swamp like fray
The music is happy, the dancing gay.
Welcome to our dance delighted frogs say
Feeling beloved, I shake the night away
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
Response To PS' Example Forms
she who opens up a can of worms
shaking the tree of PS' example forms
a rock now overturns
ones a properly learn
PS reign the storm, get onto the norm
connie pachecho
10/11/17
Knowing when to call it
When to say it doesn't fit
It can be a decision that is hard
That you have reached the final yard
So take your licks and call it quits
Then get onto something new that will fit.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Cloudy, dark sky, bare trees, missing their leaves, blowing in the winters cold brisk wind,
White, dirty snow all around, ice covered sidewalks, no squirrels, no spring time birds, they are all hibernating, deep within their burrows, waiting for some flicker of sunlight, to appear from the bare cold sky above, no such luck.
Boots gloves, scarves, snow pants, are the necessity to keep warm,
Hiding underneath, is two layers of clothes, one must be prepared,
Minnesotans, we dare not complain, were used to this season, everyone says we are crazy, but we know deep down, that a foot of snow, won't stop us, life goes on, we are aware that after winter comes spring, then summer, break out the flip flops, shorts, sunscreen, bottles of water, its a heat wave, we'll be sweating bullets, cranking up the a/c, wishing to be cool again, so just deal, be careful what u wish for, the winter blaahs are just temporary, we are Minnesotans, we are hearty, warm, caring people, but I MUST warn you, don't get onto the roads with us...we will run you down!!!
A poem I once wrote for one of my very good teachers who got transferred to some
other college and to my surprise the day I brought that poem to the college to read it out to my
friends, Our teacher appeared in the college from nowhere to attend Teacher's Day
celebration. I believe, true feelings can attract anything and anyone in the world................
Every human really has that power of Attraction.
The poem goes like this
WAITING FOR YOU
Without you, our life has become like a boat without a rudder,
not good to achieve anything and going to scatter.
You were a moral support for us,
but now the misfortune has created a fuss
by taking you away from us.
We have seen dreams changing to nightmare
Can't you give us your knowledge's share?
It will charge no fare!
You can't bring us to such a pass which is so unfair.
Each lecture without you is like a mournful day
We constantly have to pray
" Please send our Sir back"
We have this request,"
Come back and please don't play this quest, else our life will get onto a wrong track."
Little Roger Stodge
School he loved to dodge
Yes Roger loved to play
The truant game
His parents didn’t know
That Roger didn’t go
Everyday Roger
Did the same
Every morning with no fuss
He’d get onto the bus
Then get off again
At the very next stop
He’d spend his dinner money
On candy bars made from honey
And bottle after bottle of fizzy pop
Roger thought it didn’t matter
That eating junk food made him fatter
Then one day,
Headmaster came walking down the lane
Roger, suddenly quite manic
And in a hurried panic
Jumped and hid in a sewer drain
Headmaster walked on by
Roger gave a relieved sigh
But Roger was completely out of luck
He wiggled and he wriggled
He wriggled and he wiggled
But alas poor Roger was completely stuck
Now I am afraid I have to say
Roger is still there to this day
And you know,
He didn’t even have to go to school
It was the holidays
For it was summer
See not going to school
Does make you dumber
Silly Roger, the tubby little fool
HOW SILLY IS THAT?
Only the Chinese/Italians could have invented
Something as absurd as spaghetti
Impossible to spell Italian words
Infuriating to get onto your fork
Impractical to get a good mouthful
And it always slips down and sways under my chin
Always leaves sauce marks on my newly-ironed shirt
How silly is that?
If the Japanese/Germans were the inventors
Spaghetti would be spelled “spagety”
And it would be made in 1.5 centimeter-long strands
With ribbed surfaces to hold the sauce
Each forkful would be of exactly 43 strands
And none would slip off.
Deliciousness and efficiency
I'm not a drama queen
a barbie doll
someone's else spleen.
I know I'm not a sex pistol
or soda can
or avatar.
I know I'm not filthy
or rabid
or mean
But I've been so much
milled as a machine
that I gotta lot more findin' out what
I'm not
so's i can get onto what
I AM.
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