Highways Poems

Highways of Fortune

C-ar,
I-n
N-ew
D-irection,
E-mbraces
L-ife's
L-imited

K-ilometers,
E-xploring
Y-ellow

P-ainted
R-oads,
U-nderstanding
D-estiny's
E-very
N-ew
T-urn
E-xhuberantly

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Cindell Key Prudente)

Burma-Shave

They stood like rhymes
on fencepost spines
with wisdom scrawled
in shaving thymes—
a roadside gospel,
terse and sweet
that preached with
meter, grit, and heat.

Rosemary likes
a clean-shaved man,
if wooing her
is in your plan.
She’ll linger near
and take your hand
and proudly wear
your golden band.

Parsley hides
beside the plate—
the garnish mocked
by those who ate.
But lean in close—
she knows the names
of all who passed
and played their

Black Gutters, Painted Ceilings

Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings,
Dogs teach dolls how to die.
	 Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat
	Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. 
Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds
Hushed against the legs, porcelain and fractured,
Broken down the middle.
Kintsugi can’t restore the

Night Trucks’ Country

They’re roaring by with lights aglow
Akin space rockets, to and fro
Unfailing captains on steroids
Between this Earth and asteroids

This is the blood that moves the trade
This is America, conveyed
Truck-ships, with missions on the mind
Despite the night defy the grind

Rigs leave no waves in their wake
Them running fast and never brake
Men often follow their path
So to avoid

Driving in New Mexico

the terrain’s more expansive here 
you said, as if obscurities that had been,  
moved aside so the eye 
could soak in highways singing 
restless blues, as if language 
materialized straight from that feeling 
of nowhere coupled with too many 
places to be, and you can see 
what you want to, blanketing the spaces 
with

Highways That I Knew

For 30 years I drove to work,
On highways that I knew.
The early morning traffic
Was so light I almost flew.

I recognized the landmarks 
That I passed each time I went,
A smooth commute to where I taught
My singular intent.

In the years since I retired,
I’d no need to take that route 
‘Til today, when GPS said
That’s the way

lost syllables

get out your words and try
try to make everything all right
sling them like arrows
into the gauntlet of time
do they even know
what they're trying to find
or do they just need to unwind
this old man played
too many knick-knacks too many times
too many paddy whacks to give his dog a bone
and that's okay... he's got his syllables 
to

Endless highways

Spontaneous road trip with no destination in mind

An Accident

Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers, 
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract. 
So, my resolve sways left than right, drawing 
low back muscles tight, with each argument 
breath comes harder. Fists wave as fingers point. 
Suited, polished, brass balled men rise between 
the road

Routes That Lead You Home

paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home

Distant Highways

Gliding among stars
surfing spiritual unknowns
we exit as one

Silver Linings Highways

*Silver Linings Highways*
     

         I have seen so many, I feel like leaping.
  
         In the most opaque moments of my soul,

         A mysterious gem keeps

Sea Highways

surf current of waves
navy blue roads flow
salty drinks on deck

The Race of Life

My destiny is divinely designed
The lies of the devil cannot change it
Challenges are transit points 
That connect me to my destiny

As I ride through life’s stop-overs
I refuse to be stuck at transit points by challenges
And miss my gateway to God’s promises
The tougher the challenges the greater the greatness

Challenges redouble the anointing
They bring me closer to

The Florida of My Youth - Highways and Byways

The Florida of My Youth – Highways and Byways
By Franklin Price
10/17/2019

The highways and the byways of Brevard when I was young
Were void of any four lanes, no interstates among
Highway 50, was the only road that went out to the west
Orlando just a little town, where Christmas shopping was the best

In Cocoa was the river road,

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