Long Daytona Poems
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It’s easy for you to tell me about me
You can take a magnifying glass and see problems I don’t see
Within a breath you can summarize my life
You can tell me when I went left and I should have went right
Can you tell me about the times I couldn’t sleep at night?
Can you tell me about when I was being carried down the stairs that night?
Surely you can tell me how I woke up to my father hitting my mother in the head in the shower?
Do you know the date, time or hour?
I’m positive that you remember when my father attempted to ruin my 20th birthday so he wouldn’t have to give me a gift?
Or when he was by my house with his new girlfriend when my sister was in and out of consciousness
Surely you can explain why he took us to Daytona and only fed us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or beefaroni for a month
While we watched his girlfriend eat Wendy’s every day after work.
Or how he allowed another girlfriend to bully me over my belongings and my mother was my saving grace
If I was so cautious I would think that you weren’t aware of your actions
But you took the umbilical cord off my sister as an infant
You won’t even let your first great-grandchild be in your residence
You refuse to realize that you failed as a mother
You watered a seed in the concrete of a home lacking motherly love
You are so evil and twisted you never taught him how to love a woman
Let alone be an upright man and a husband
You taught him to be afraid of responsibility from the beginning
You taught him to hide like a coward when it doesn’t fit his interests
You took one of God’s creations and ripped the spine from the man
He follows you because without his devilish crutch he cannot stand
You walk around with your head above everyone else
Like no one deserves your presence as if it was a blessing
I pray that in death you will see your funeral
I pray you see the people who are happy that you are no more
I pray every evil thing that you’ve done haunts you on your death bed
I pray they take the form of the people you’ve hurt
You are NOT my grandmother.
You ma’am are lower than dirt.
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
The fire in Daytona Has changed everything now And pauline is finally gone Farther away this time than than the lighthouse at Ponce Inlet Or the locked ward at County General And the only perspective that I can find Is that even in her own naivety she was determined To have things her own way in the end And yet death is a way of gambling too That doesn't always guarantee an integration of one's soul If there is a lesson in our mother's passing over like she did It might be that love itself is inadequate at times No matter how the loved ones try Or that self-fulfilling prophecies can be as dangerous As they can be beautiful and grand
Though still as loving, still as kind and gentle, still as beautiful as they were in days of yore…
today’s grandmas are a different breed than the grandmas who came before.
Although they still share some similarities…the love they freely give…that twinkle in their eye…
the ways we use to think of grandmas…those old cliches…
to modern grandma’s don’t apply…
Grandmas of old were called Grandma…only Grandma…
at least all the grandmas I ever knew…
today we call them Nana, Gigi, Oma and YaYa just to name a few.
Grandmas were once characterized sitting in rocking chairs,
smiling crocheting with other grandmas…their needles kept neatly in a tin…
Today’s grandmas still smile while they sing and dance
and now…rock any chair they happen to be sitting in.
Grandmas were known for baking cookies…and driving slow…like they were in a coma…
Today’s grandmas still bake awesome cookies but drive like they’re at Indianapolis or Daytona.
Grandmas were once depicted as old ladies…wearing glasses with their white hair in a bun…
Today’s grandmas let their hair down…and are all about the fun.
We didn’t think old grandmas ever took a drink…
they were too busy knitting…or talking to one another
Today’s grandmas can be found with a cocktail in one hand
and their grand-baby in the other.
Yes, although modern grandmas some new skills and behaviors have amassed
they still share some important qualities…with our grandmas of the past.
Nothing will ever replace the feeling of a Grandma’s hug
or wonder of a Grandma’s smile…
and love, generosity and caring will never go out of style.
We learned this from our old grandmas…
saw the love and the magic in their resolve….
and isn’t it wonderful to see in our modern grandmas
how that love and magic has evolved.
They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
I met George one spring day as he cruised by- so SEXY,
he was a d r e a m y dream on a big motorcycle;
and I was so young and at a lovely, fanciful age, a butterfly,
we spent our days r i d i n g the country roads.
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, KISSING,
I could not bring him home to my parents;
he was w i l d untamed and a free spirit, on SOARING wings,
and oh was he- r o m a n t i c.
George was my blue sky and I was so in LOVE with him,
one day he said to me- lets go to Florida-
We will leave for Daytona Beach TODAY!
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitated,
but the idea of the o p e n r o a d was appealing;
I emptied my bank account,
packed some stuff in an old backpack,
and better JUDGMENT left behind in dust, we left.
oh, it was wonderful with the w i n d in our faces,
our black leather jackets FLAPPING and the road in front of us;
we stopped in small towns along the way,
slept in cheap hotel rooms making l o v e ,
I thought this was romance.
We arrived in Daytona Beach and spent two AMAZING weeks,
nothing fancy, just LOVE that I will never, ever forget.
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September 21, 2016
Poetry/ Free Verse/Young Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-609-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Your Best Free Verse Love Poem - 2
Sponsor, John Hamilton (2017)
Seventh Place
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Love Free Verse
Sponsor, Laura Loo (2016)
First Place
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh, so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in a old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in our faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just an amazing vacation I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
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April 12, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/wild and untamed
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-570-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Memorable Vacation,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
Just One More Day
To: My brother Calvin 1948-2003
If I had one more day with you in my life,
I would thank you for imparting so much insight.
I would secure our brother Louis to drive us around town without delay
We would watch a movie and walk through a Public Park where kids play
We would ride downtown, have your favorite lunch, watch people and stare
We would enjoy a tour of Busch Stadium, an interest we all could share
We would laugh out loud about the Cardinals being our father’s beloved team
We would agree to forgive daddy for all the times he appeared to be so mean
In some ways, though not all, one last day together would be sad;
But we would recall another world, when we were just happy, carefree lads
It would pain us to speak of working hard in cotton fields, when we were boys.
Then we would speak about the fun times we had, playing with our toys
Perhaps you would share with me one last financial tip,
Because you were outstanding in the field of entrepreneurship
Perhaps we would speak of things on which we debate and disagree, or of your thoughts of St. Louis, or Chicago, or even Daytona Beach
We'd quickly agree to disagree on some things, because there would be so many; and then we’d quietly talk about your tour of duty with the US Army in Germany.
I would have held ever so tightly to your frail body, saying, “I love you”.
Then we would sit for a spell on the banks of the Mississippi, taking in one last view.
12102015( Contest, Just One More Day)
This is not Miami, the real site
of the sea grape. This is a wannabe--
a biker town, a speedway town. Not
the fabled city of Dream Whip clouds
expressed into a flawless sky. Not
the cool Technicolor dawn when an aging
chick like me could still do her morning
run on Collins, come back home
to the high rise on the Intercoastal,
where in the mirrored lobby,
retirees lined up in their wheelchairs
along a wall to socialize, see
who comes and goes.
Here, in this faux paradise on a Friday,
morning mass is celebrated in anything but
Ordinary Time by a Bahamian priest in
a chasuble the color of winter rye. There are
no flowers anywhere, only trailing tropicals;
a graceful spider plant with its dangling
tentacles. An acolyte brings sacramental vessels
on a tray, as if to dinner in his own home
to an altar covered with a simple tablecloth.
Simplicity...in the elaborate setting of
the Saint John Basilica, Daytona Beach.
The real home of the sea grape
with its leaves like tennis table paddles
is where a husband hospitalized in Mia
with a failing heart valve lay in
the pre-surgery ICU fighting for breath
as an insensitive nurse brought food
on a tray no way he could eat.
The sea grape is a hardy tree
that reaches for the heights. My son
in Halifax Hospital is like that: a survivor
of surgery for a metal hip to replace
the one that failed. Bones---
nemesis of our family, meant to last
but do not. Unlike the sea grape
whose limbs grown longer,
stronger. Fail not.
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in an old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in ours faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two wonderful weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just amazing love that I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
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April 12, 2015
Free Verse
Submitted to the contest, Romantic Poem (old/new), sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place