Schwitzer, .... Krannert,
Fountains, .... Choose!
All Tomorrow's, .... Timing's, .... Grew!
Categories:
indianapolis, appreciation,
Form: Ballad
Examining the sidewalks of Indianapolis
reveals a surfeit of oranges and apples
'Course we're talking about peels and cores
over which anti-litterbuggers have started a war
Well, it's a fight to the finish against urban blight
in whose defense have arisen Proud Boys on the right
For the freedom to litter whenever and wherever Americans desire
~ and cheer Lady Liberty's flame as it soars ever higher
Categories:
indianapolis, confusion, fire, freedom, judgement,
Form: Couplet
It is the Indianapolis 500, I am in the lead of course.
My car has the power of more than a buggy and horse.
Wait! Did that car just pass me? Racing for me is not a whim!
I am irritated and peeved, so I catch up and overtake him.
I hurry to not only catch up, but leave him in my dust.
His old jalopy is not pretty, and has a back fender of rust.
Hey wait! Cars pass on the left, they pass on the right.
They pass down the middle, it’s fight team, fight fight.
This is a challenge and I am more than ready to win.
I streak down the interstate highway with vigor and vim!
You can’t catch me! I yell as I pass everything on the road.
The cops are chasing me now, maybe winning is going to get old.
Categories:
indianapolis, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
With all the towns and cities we've got,
where can you go without getting shot?
Another fool went on a shooting spree.
This time, at a Federal Express facility.
The city was in Indiana called Indianapolis;
eight persons dead and many wounded because of this.
Another sad episode we hear about on the news.
Yes, the senseless murder of persons continues.
From a news story on aol.com
Categories:
indianapolis, murder, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
The term driver of victory
came to me unbidden, unexplored
I tossed it around in my dendrite chambers
My muse caught it and ran with it
She is amusing, but she has great ideas too
She decided Victory was a race car,
We daringly painted her in our favorite colors.
Hot pink, canary yellow, and outrageous orange.
Victory was beautiful, gloriously bright.
She showed up all of the other race cars
They were dull in their silly primary colors
With wraps from well-known sponsors
We stood beside Victory in our silky race car jackets
painted in hot pink, canary yellow and outrageous orange.
The other cars cried, they were so intimidated.
Let the race begin!
Written 6-04-2019
Contest: Driver of Victory Verse
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
indianapolis, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Verse
Simon says: Thirteen’s my lucky number.
Thirteen years ago, I took dad’s money
and bargained with Time to make my name known.
Fate nudged its elbow into my circuit.
Penske luck and talent helped carry me.
I have had the best mentors in the world
who helped me master the intricacies
of maneuvering oval victories.
Last Sunday, no one wanted that wreath more,
the milk had my name on it from the start.
My best chance to kiss the bricks in Indy,
gotta get in rhythm, driving success.
Thirteen laps to go; green lights on again,
Alex and I changed the lead five more times.
Two tenths of a second, first 'cross the line;
Simon Pagenaud wins the Five Hundred.
If thirteen more (or less) inches had been on the track?
Would that have doubled my win time (half-a-second) or
would Alexander Rossi have taken the title?
No, Fate and Time got it right - drivers of victory.
May 28, 2019
Julia Ward's contest: Driver of Victory
Simon Pagenaud (Padj' en no)
Categories:
indianapolis, race, sweet,
Form: Verse
The sky is red
The fog is thick
My body buzzes
My mind is sick
Too late to tell
If this is all a dream
I'm constantly grinding
Inside the machine
I'm spinning a web
To catch all my hopes
I'm getting closer
To the end of my rope
No solace found
In this sea of distress
What can I do
To clean up this mess?
Categories:
indianapolis, angst, confusion, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?