If these aren't the walls to hold us
Let me loose
If charm and features aren't in my company
A thought won't do
It wasn't me
Yet they carved out pieces of my flesh
to fit into
If it isn't you
Please make room
I have no heart to share
No bated breath to bare
Let him pass through
Give me no angst, no grief
Love what it is
Love not me
Borrowed men are weight less
no spine
no mind
no chest
no depth of breadth
I never did the deed
but I can't convince even me
that I'm not guilty
You rub your red all over me
Should've said less words
less kind
less here
never appeared
I don't get to be innocent
to not have known
that love should be limited
that the lines are delicate
Too amiably affectionate
I get to be free
no joyrides under my light
no show of company
step aside step aside
Let my first lover come through
Pass the wastelands by
No lies will be true
Categories:
joyrides, innocence,
Form: Free verse
*Image of
JOY Made Speakable
Be a joy, repeat joy, in thy heart's depth,
Thy love, replete love, floweth thy soul's breadth,
His love of God, he'll sacrifice his son,
The joyful knelt, Issac stretched and hugged one,
Forgiveness joyrides bonds a family,
Coat of many hues, Jacob hugs tangly,
Samson felt his judgment being doubted,
Strength returns joyance for heaven's clouted,
Court's glum as Solomon ordered the sword,
Righteous climax joyrode round, praise the Lord,
Little -- Big, Ezekiel hath neither,
Joyous wings of wheel causeth a breather,
Prayers oft said by Jonah the prophet,
Later, raised mouth ... his joyfulness saw fit,
Zaccheus's short stature gifts him sheer will,
Joyrides a sycamore, efforts instill,
Passing smiles of innocence doth proclaims,
Joyridden fruitful thrives, saith St. James,
Maintain thy joys, thy needs not deny,
A kingdom dwells as thy host saw the sky,
2022 July 29
*9th Place*
JOY
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 August 10
Categories:
joyrides, joy,
Form: Couplet
Divin' Deep down there's guttural
gurgles and burbles
Jivin' in the respirator.
I dive deeper, still deeper
than I've ever been before.
The seabed is littered
with littoral lie-there's
just layin' about,
praying to be picked up
by some swim-on-buy kid like me.
It's a jalopy junk yard down there.
Old shells long discarded by hermit crabs
looking for joyrides in new digs
and sporty convertible squats in RV's.
Shells discarded are great do-uppers
for crabs putting on weight.
No one is homeless down here,
for all shells discarded,
are reborn to after-lives
decreed indeed by need
in Davy Jones' Locker.
Categories:
joyrides, ocean, word play,
Form: Free verse
Flaws and scores
Less and more
Foes and pals
Toils and malls
Walls and doors
Ceilings and floors
Joyrides and loads
Woods and roads
There’s never a pause
That is how life goes
Categories:
joyrides, age, anger, appreciation, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Yearn to learn
On hot summer day...
Follow the mirage,
Or the corsage.
Try that once...
Dance to tunes,
Along sand dunes.
When you reach the peak...
Climb the hill,
And just chill.
History comes alive...
Must visit Castle,
Without any hassle.
Decide on joyrides...
Enjoy camel ride,
Watch great stride.
Yearn to learn...
If mind deserts,
Then it hurts.
Written Nov 2, 2018
For contest- six word couplet series encore poetry contest
Sponsor - Mark Toney
Categories:
joyrides, crazy, creation,
Form: Couplet
Nothing would stop her charm, sex and cool,
Especially on a hot summer’s day.
Acting all chilled I’d rev her maxed motor,
‘Til she screamed down that inviting freeway.
Celebrating life with a thrust and a swerve,
Obeying only some laws of the road.
Oblivious of others, she’d own the whole lane,
Leaving other cars looking like they slowed.
Fleeting and flashing, she’d shine on a dime,
And make all of the people’s heads turn.
She was my perfect hot car, my woman on the road,
Tailgating death without any concern.
Joyrides where common for my old flame of the road,
Until that fateful, wet slippery day.
Nothing could stop her slide to the tree,
Killing her motor, the wreckers now her graveyard decay.
For Rusted and Busted acrostic poet contest
Categories:
joyrides, car,
Form: Quatrain
On this October's mild stirrings
I watched ached nights flicker, to glow
Around his hair like angel wings
Recalling joyrides... so mellow.
That in hushed tones,I called Gramps' name
Enshrined within my youth's warm space...
My hands folded with love aflame,
While prayers spilled through chill's embrace.
Though failing heart quivered in ticks,
Faith...way back then when I was ten
Gripped, he was nearing sixty six
As prayers trailed,wafting amen.
Until spring came, Gramps' flare restored
With new life blessed from harbor's ward.
..........
Way Back Then When I Was Ten
Kelly Deschler's Contest
1/30/2016
----------------------
Categories:
joyrides, age, devotion, grandfather,
Form: Sonnet
As she cups my fingers through sleep-time
Nurturing our cozy moments with delight;
Gaily, Aunt takes me to joyrides of youth
Each circus, fairy tears, or moon talk,
Lifts all seasons to brighten mad chuckles
Into a harbor of love where warmth glides.
Care-giver… delivering me at birth
A second mom, the first kin I cherish!
Tammy Reams' Acrostic on Mother's Day
Dedicated to my aunt- nurse who treasured me
as her own child till her death... I was 22 then.
3/28/2015
Categories:
joyrides, care, happiness, mothers day,
Form: Acrostic