four determined lads spent three weekends building it
all four determined to be the first to ride
it is the ultimate go cart they told their mothers
their fathers were not allowed to help
they wanted to do it themselves
how are they going to stop it? their mothers asked
Their daddies kept their opinions to themselves
the go cart was great fun while they were going down the hill
not so terrific when they had to crash into a bush to stop
Darling, You are my favorite sonnet
you pick up my pen so effortlessly;
Muse of my tanka, quatrain, or couplet
words flow from you to the page perfectly;
Wildly free verse with no structure sometimes,
a ride around the track on a go cart;
Inspiring a love language fueled by rhymes,
every move the embodiment of art;
If I sit, let my mind begin to drift
never will I be plagued by writers block;
These thoughts engulf me inspiration’s gift,
endless ideas an electric shock;
Moments with you murmur ‘write’ into me,
transformed softly becoming poetry.
Buster
I'm beat up like an old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories that would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely bitches
and bitches from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and a fair judgement in the end.
I got a lot of thoughts
rolling around in my head
Idea marbles,
colored black, blue, white and red
That’s very Afro-American of me
to be thinking this way
This ol’ noggin’ got a pocketful of idea marbles,
do you wanna play?
Let’s build something, what do ya say?
It gets pretty noisy upstairs sometimes,
adults sure love to fuss and argue a lot
So lets go to the playhouse
of our dreams
and tinker around
Gonna piece together a lightning quick social go-cart,
fastest dispensing of charity you ever did see
I love seeing compassion take the last lap of victory
What else can we build swiftly before dinnertime,
how ‘bout a love kite that flies higher than cloud nine
Let it get caught in the tail wind of a mighty breeze,
watch all the hatred disappear beyond the trees
I’m so glad you wanted to play
with my idea marbles today
Colorful thoughts that every adventurous child
should have, I pray,
as their 24th century learning toy
Curiosity that’s never put away
by any daring girl or boy
I've always been a prankster; I just can't resist a joke.
I think I'll shake things up a bit, when in the old folks home.
They'll think they have a fairy when I hide all their false teeth.
No money left, just a note; a cactus they are neath.
Swap preparation H with Bengay; this will be such fun!
Muscles shrank up, butts on fire; Oh! How they will run!
Spike the soup, send invitations; my party please attend.
Bed pans on our heads and stripped down to Depends.
Don't fall asleep with eye glasses left upon your head.
I'll paint flames or angels on them. You'll think you woke up dead.
I'll grab my chest and moan and groan; they'll call a handsome Doc..
When he gives me mouth to mouth... MUAH... A double lip lock!
When they come to check my vitals; Ha! This one's truly grand.
I'll play possum then yell, BOO!! They'll faint right where they stand.
A go-cart motor on my Little Raskle; down the halls I'll speed.
Skid marks round the corners. The fastest nurses won't catch me.
They'll place a warning on my door for all the world to see:
"Enter at your own risk.".... They'll call me, Hell on Wheels... HEE! HEE! HEE!
So this is what you companies are renting these days?
What you have right here certainly does amaze.
This hybrid car is not much bigger than a go-cart.
Now that I’m in this thing, where do I start?
You have given me a card instead of a metal key.
This car runs on both gas and electricity?
The dashboard has strange unfamiliarity.
These controls are not what I’m accustomed to see.
This car might be Japanese, but it’s Greek to me.
For years I've hugged a dream
Not a very lady-like one
But then again
Who said, I am a lady?
Not me!
I want a pile of rustic junk
A few bicycles
A perambulator
A pile of wood
Nails plus aged string
So that I may finally set about
Creating
My favourite thing!
There is no need for long drawn
out plans
Blueprint, mentally stored
Dare I say?
Yes! I'm good with my hands
The item of my affection
My ultimate dream
Building a go-cart for deep
gradient
Screams
Of joy, exhilaration
Still on the back burner
But anticipation
With dogged OCD
Knowing myself and the core of
me
One day when I'm even older
than I already am
I'll relish the disassembling
Of one ancient pram
To create my most desired of
visions
A go-cart with side brakes
And steering precision
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