Hope empowers our ambition
A steady light directing our drives and vision
A high-octane fuel for our resilient emotion
To fulfill every goal with self-motivation.
Ambition with hope propels our action
As we go through life’s road, we’ve direction
Hope brings faith and firm conviction
That efforts are rewarded with great satisfaction.
Set our highest goal then without restriction
Fulfill it with love, empathy and cooperation
Hope doesn’t come in the light for selfish ambition
Success comes from others too, Dear. Pay attention!
With our strong bond formed, a mutual connection
Like balloon of hope tied to a string of goal, no depletion
Ambition followed along on a right trail and mission
New dawn will rise for our achievement, completion!
While we’re on our journey to our goal through education
Lift our flailing hope-balloon on string-goal for reflection
Be a paradigm to others with humble devotion
For brighter future of all at present to next generation.
Dippin' dips a little too cheesy
With some chips a little too greasy
I'm hoping it will pass
With some high octane gas
Nope, I'm running number two easy
“ANIMAL DACHSHUND”
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badger dog bravado
low rider, earth hugger
legs, little pistons, churning
elongated body
with a high-octane soul
loyalty my only leash
A truckful of drunks
half-skunked boozers
gun racks in the back
unlucky losers
pulled up to the pumps
for a gallon or two
only high octane
tanked would do
then one had a bad itch
he started to scratch
wanted a smoke
and when he lit a match
the explosion was heard
three miles away
to arrive alive
do what they say
'Don't drink and drive'
and yes it's true
it could ruin your day
smoking is bad for you
Stars,
what can you say about them
- not a lot.
The slightest bit of cloud cover
and they’re gone.
Butterflies…
folks got a lot of things to say
about butterflies
- not me though
(bug splat on a rainbow),
the whole darn world is fluttering-by,
and butter has yet learned to fly.
Romance and moonshine
are like the stars,
they’re not reliable in daylight,
unless we are discussing
high octane spirit in a jar
or our deep and abiding
love for classic cars.
If you tie
stars,
romance,
moonshine
and butterflies all together
into a fairytale posy
apparently,
you are what some may refer to as a ‘poet’,
and what can you say about that?
Nothing.
My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity
Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality
My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody
Words ignite and loves' high octane results' burn down all reality
Come enjoy the warmth you can feel; next to this fire with me
On the way out the door by morning
Keys still in the lock for strangers
Stop at the bank for a cash transaction
Empty is the account which has no funds
Empty is the vehicle which runs on air
High octane might get you there
Around the corner is enlightenment
Friends wait for you with questions
Mighty is the business with money
Gathering dust just out of reach
Cars with gas can drive you crazy
It is only fare to pay the price to strangers
Who have your back and keys for a start
If you start walking right now
You will find arriving is a state of mind
You might get there by midnight
By gaslight, by morning if you can fly
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
There's another virus going around.
Flustered by everything COVID-19;
I am grateful I still have a job,
but grumpy I have to drive there in the rain -
I need to get to the fast lane or I'll be late...
What's this?
A driver slowing down to let me in their lane
with a smile and a friendly wave.
A news report of teenagers with cellos and violins
playing a quartet on the porch of their
"self-isolating" elderly neighbor.
A good Samaritan
giving away toilet paper
to whomever has need.
The new guy in our coffee co-op
making a pot of decaf while
grinding beans for the high-octane pot AND
cleaning out the sink.
A friend sending out an email
asking How is everybody?
Knowing we're all hanging on by a thread
Please infect me with this kindnessvirus
I want to pass it around
In the rural green field far away from city cacophony
the lure of sonic extravaganza rose from the virgin soil,
reaching far and wide across the urban pop culture
with the tantalizing tunes of grass root country music.
In the early years of the high-octane rock and roll,
a mighty musical revolution that burst out of nowhere,
shaked the one-time edifice of melodic perceptions,
while generational upheaval veered onto an obsession.
Words floated fast in the quiet neighborhood air,
a band of the third generation country musicians
would captivate the wilderness with rockabilly songs,
an upcoming experiment on the art of musical fusion.
On the grass laden pristine pasture off the highway
assembled the music enthusiasts, young and old.
“You rocked me” resonated in the tune of verdant land,
for some in lyric of dream, for some in rhythm of memory.
March 14, 2020
A Brian Strand 1098 Contest
Magic
The kind that stretches
The fabric of who you are
And in a blinding instant
Makes you more than you were
Somewhere deep inside
We all know the trembling thrill
Oh, not sleight of hand or
Exquisite stage illusions
Not smoke and mirror card tricks
Or up close abracadabra
It is the high octane magic that
Helps you to survive the
Everyday commute between
Contentment and loneliness
The electric energy that
Allows you to thrive in spite of
Having to swim regularly
In the void of frustration
From wanting to having and
It’s that same mystery
From somewhere deep inside
Bursting at the seams with an awe
That remembers all our yesterdays
And fuels the dreams of tomorrow...
The Merchant seafarers` war
When world war two started Norway was
neutral but unsure which side to stay on.
The English thought occupying Norway
but they were too late the German army had
done the occupation.
The British sent a ragtag military force to Norway
trying to cut the country in half to stop further
advances but were told to pull out.
Norway had at this point a big merchant fleet
It was sequestrated and used bring good and weapon
for the allies.
This left thousands of seamen nowhere
to go those go tried to flee was arrested and sent
back as crew members of any merchant ship.
They the crew lived under a constant pressure
(one out of ten) never made it home can you imagine
how they year after year lived in constant fear
a tank ship full high octane for planes with the enemy
U-boats lurking about. When the war ended and
they could go home they were treated with indifference
like shirkers who had avoided the war.
These seafarers where heroes of the highest order
but the government ignored them, they let down the pride
of Norway, one can say without them the war might
have lasted much longer
You look wrecked, are you feeling OK,
Was all of that more than you thought?
Was all of that harder than it was meant to be,
Leaving you all distraught,
Here, sit down, drink this water,
Let us turn the lights right down low,
And we’ll be quiet around you for now,
And we’ll do what we do really slow,
We get that this is your first time in here,
Standing in front of us all,
In front of our high octane of a ride,
Even though we all look so small,
But we love that you’re here giving your best,
Trying to teach us the truth,
You’re our brand new teacher, first day on the job,
And we’re your anarchical youth.
Taking the world by storm
And having a passion for success
Always possessing high octane energy
Building a foundation of excellence
A step in the right direction
With a positive attitude
Brings about an affable environment
With lots of gratitude
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
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