Uncle was a spelunker
drove to the caves
in his clunker
(it was quite the junker)
without a sound
he sunk underground
pitch black as night
and on his hat
a bright white light
(the switch it was waterproof)
to see which stalagmites
might reach the roof
where stalactites
clung on tight
unafraid of bats
flitting around
never flunking
Uncle loved going down
but sorely and sad to say
on one of those getaways
a painful cluster of bad carbuncles
curtailed Uncle's spelunking days
Categories:
getaways, car, fun, humorous, word
Form: Rhyme
I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?
When my foots on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster, faster, no faster,
that’s the rush I’m after.
Where are we going?
There’s just no knowing,
but no matter where we roam,
the GPS will get us home.
One thing was guaranteed,
the speed limit would be exceeded.
I adored the wide open straightaways
and the feeling of a racing-day at Marseilles.
I remember in the Appalachian mountains
the plunging, snake-like, winding canyons
as the digital dashboard display passed ninety
how my eschort, Charles, would glare at me.
I’d let off - a little - and laugh, I mean,
isn’t freedom the American dream?
To hear the growl of a V8 motor,
as it turns rural-roads into roller coasters.
Categories:
getaways, car, celebration, emotions, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Jata Jata jing jing jing
live a life of dance and song
poetic stanzas for all to sing
sailing to realms you truly belong
in misty caverns of colored time
I forgive the past
confide in my present
leaving futures unknown
good tidings to me
all blessings to you--of
crystal skies ever blue
Spiritual boundaries
cosmic getaways
somehow somewhere
sometime some way
all souls dream
of celestial play
a lover's lullaby yearning for itself
like soft rain learning from each drop
We kneel in silent aisles of tranquility
tending to Ghosts we once knew
Free falling on lost experience nocturnes
listing peacefully on wanderlust waves of
sand and stone flesh and bone
together or alone
giving back all that we own.
Categories:
getaways, appreciation, devotion, farewell, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Love avenue shuffle
spirits fandango through
grave eyes of doubt on
delusions of disorder
when we kiss do
dreamy clouds cuddle?
Photonic warped thoughts
feed on disdained
mecurial clot eclipses tick tocking
against organic time thieves, there's
cerebral fury on medication row as
rival consuls consort on
succulent erotic painules--huddling
under jagged mistletoe as bellicose vision
fugitives plan placid avant garde getaways
of broken glass and bloodless lips
under hexagon suns and sharp quark
triangles.
Neptune Clubs open their pores to
Blue Plate liquid aura traders----
reveling in the street life hubris.
And so it goes.
Categories:
getaways, adventure, age, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I’ve climbed a lot of life’s mountains
Seen view after view
Moved with ups and downs in life
The best that I can do
I’ve made mistakes or worked too hard
Held onto dreams I can’t discard
Wrapped memories with bows and a smile
Had getaways to escape for a while
I’ve loved and hurt, had loss and gain
Doing my best to survive and sustain
I’ve learned a lot and created much too
Laughed, danced, dove into life straight through
Still, with each day that is new
I know in my heart, it would be better with you
Heidi Sands
9/25/19
Categories:
getaways, endurance, life,
Form: Rhyme
Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise
Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s on for matinees on Sundays
Enjoying soufflés, sorbets, sundaes and parfaits
Eyeing the calendar for paydays
As well as birthdays, holidays and getaways
But nowadays, as retirees, we have our days
And often we just graze in haze almost a daze
Where Tuesdays look no different than Thursdays
To paraphrase it’s our final phase when interplays
In many ways the sweet nostalgia of yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on March 13, 2018
Categories:
getaways, life, nostalgia, perspective, retirement,
Form: Monorhyme
Love affairs, wars, depression, gastronomy, obsession,
weight loss, job loss, don't give a toss, Bill Goss,
arguments, instalments, increments, incidents,
discension, derision, indecision, my pension.
Bad looking, dodgy cooking, let's make a booking,
sloppy dresser, second - guesser, more is lesser,
flash car, Chandrika, you're a star, take me to the bar,
holidays, getaways, hideaways, lazy days, Vin de Pays.
They found him in a bunker, then he was shot,
an ignominious ending, more likely than not;
remember when he waved a rifle from the balcony,
the fake euphoria just committed to history.
There was no 'mother,' only burnt - out trucks on
the road to Basra - now nothing would ever matter.
Categories:
getaways, hate, murder, political, violence,
Form: Prose
The high places
are where the rich and poor go
Venues where they congregate,
order the strong drink and rub the elbow
They come together,
no matter the social strata
The high place
is the place you wanna go
to take a toke or a sip ...
and do a little idol worship
At the high place,
they all come together ---
no matter the time, day or weather
To hear the gladiator cheers,
to hoist the whiskey and beers
To inebriate their personal fears
at concert halls or cosmopolitan malls,
ritzy cabarets or plush chateau getaways
Go to an immaculate high place,
if you wanna get dirty lowdown
Take a trip,
baby, to Las Vegas town
Walk the tourist strip,
sample the forbidden fruits all around
Visit a Dagon high place, if you dare ... just don't be there
when the walls come tumbling down
Categories:
getaways, corruption, death, religious, truth,
Form: Rhyme
i wanna get away
what about you
we will take the scenic route
we can stop and get a chocolate malt
we can visit a sight for a bit
we can walk on a trail and admire the beauty
we can check out a unique store in the middle of nowhere and just look at stuff
we can just drive until we see something interesting and just forget about life
who knows, we could just end up at a beach somewhere
then again, maybe i am just being a bit selfish
on the other hand, you just may wanna go there too
i am a guy, you know, so of course i do not catch the obvious hints
in that case, um, this getway will be brought to us by 'okay, whatever'
Categories:
getaways, journey, recovery from, travel,
Form: Free verse
Within nature there are some great aspects
Like going on walks that take you on treks
Many picnics are wanted in nature
Romantic getaways are the future
There is some kissing in the rose garden
The beauty exists never to harden
A harsh human nature is the break-up
There are lonely strolls that make a shake-up
A single status erupts from your soul
Now eating out alone is your new role
It’s a time when no more stars do twinkle
Unbearable sadness makes a wrinkle
Seeing nature has facets where you see
This nature is unbearable beauty
Russell Sivey
Contest: Unbearable Beauty
Sponsor: frank herrera
5/18/2013
Categories:
getaways, joy, nature, relationship, sad
Form: Sonnet
I wonder if you remember the good times...
A sunlit morning with words and rhymes...
Coffee and juice with strawberries served...
A morning treat and much loved deserved...
Our getaways have drifted to dust....
A past once so clear is tattered with rust....
Memories some good and some bad...
Hope when you think of me the feelings are not sad...
We were two stars that collided that were way to bright...
But there will always be a corner of my heart that still
holds you tight...
Categories:
getaways, lost lovemorning,
Form: Rhyme
Louis' neck in the guillotine
CEOs glean much from this scene
Selfish as ever
These kings mean and clever
Make their steely getaways clean
Categories:
getaways, allegory, business, funny
Form: Limerick
this is a poem short and sweet
its not written well or typed to neat
no big words or losing thoughts
no romantic getaways or scary spots
just laymans words thrown at your feet
just a plain ol poem short and sweet
Categories:
getaways, on writing and words,
Form: Ballad