Softly the snow falls from a silent diamond studded sky
while inside the musicians play soft mellow Christmas music
on fine tuned guitars, magical flutes and ebony keys
An angel breath away from Christmas Santa's village
is humming with excitement, ivory go karts come and go
carrying toys for all children of the earth
O'er by the conifers, Old Saint Nick parks his shiny red sleigh
as the town clock strikes midnight a magical voyage begins
from an aerial view you can spot the old train coming into view
All Aboard !!!
Categories:
karts, appreciation, christmas,
Form: Free verse
A happy small boy, only four,
Pure joy, is knocking at the door.
He slowly climbs up on the bed
As his daddy pretends to snore.
He snuggles close and lays his head
With an angelic smile that spread
From ear to ear, wanting to play.
I love you, his proud daddy said.
In Micky Mouse P.J.s, Jay,
Jumps up and down wanting his way,
Then down on the bed on his butt
Lands with a mischievous smile. Yea!
Can I get blue sprinkles doughnut,
And go to the park with Peanut?
Play on the slide in the playground,
And drive go-karts, and go putt, putt.
Yelping delight, Peanut the hound
A bouncing step, off onward bound;
Sticky blue frosting covered face,
Round, round on the merry-go-round.
5/30/2022
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Categories:
karts, pets, rainbow,
Form: Rubaiyat
A two car garage of cement blocks.
The tools we needed on the rack.
Winter was cold, summer was hot.
In our little garage in the back.
Many race cars built.
Everyone winners at the track.
All designed, built and fixed.
In our little garage in the back.
Go-karts, minibikes, and coasters.
Music supplied by an 8-track.
A replica of Coweta Raceway.
Next to our little garage in the back.
Learned to build what we wanted.
Must be done right, cut no slack.
Fast but safe, before it could leave,
our little garage in the back.
Lives shaped in the home they say.
But I believe it to be fact.
Boys become men while building,
in a little garage in the back.
The workers just doing their job.
Came down with a sudden loud crack.
They tore it down and hauled away,
our little garage in the back.
An older man now, thinking of my past.
All the cars built and painted black.
I finally have to call my very own.
A little garage in the back.
R. S. Morris
Categories:
karts, america, father, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
What do you do? Fine - I'll mention other things,
In Jo"burg, the expats were bored - went to
a roundabout and drove around, disgraceful,
don't you play any sport? Not even couch-rugby?
I used to race go-karts, play tennis, chase
the girls, even in winter, oddly in autumn;
I'm a chess player, bunch of nerds, no wonder
sometimes I'm a man of few words, expletives.
And now - I travel, write homily on Koh Samui beach,
with vacant-eyed Nesbo just out of reach,
writing is a lonely job, like waiting to die,
you'll find out - no matter how far you may fly.
Nesbo had just committed another repetitive crime,
while I was still battling with endless rhyme.
Categories:
karts, adventure, fun, imagination, poetry,
Form: Prose
A Butterflies Cocoon Designed
Eternally For Good
Hiding In Jaundiced Karts
Lingering Mutations
Never Once Being Parented
Quietly Restrained
Seductively Tepid
Until Vacating Wings
Xtend Youthful Zooms...
03/02/16
Categories:
karts, birth, butterfly, creation, flying,
Form: ABC