Long Driving Poems
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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just
Below.
Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon the river...
Banked heavily with frosted
Bulrushes
That shifting breezes once did so
Stiffly blow;
The faltering current,
That sped the pied Dipper,
Patiently seeks out the quiet
Devotions
Of her beguiling flow.
When the drawing Moonlight
Gives way to purple Twilight
In the gloaming
Of Winters sharp days;
When the yellowy willows
Weep watery glints
Lingering and loitering...
Pining for long Summers slanted
Rays.
For far, far, high above
Over the old red-bricked mill...
Whose creaking sluice gurgles
With long melancholy sighs:
Heavens twinkling stars,
Held briefly in abeyance,
Partially obscured by thin veils of
Dull-leaden, magenta tinged skies.
Where the low horizons fall
And briefly meet the mornings
On heathered moor, open field,
And inland shore:-
Here beached boats dreaming
Of white crested waves;
Soon the keen plough will make
Ready
To score the deep furrows once
More.
Now our Lady Skadi,
Purest and resplendent,
Through driving sleet
And blinding blizzards will ascend -
Returning to aged fortress
Of eternal Utgard
Leaving her thawing snows
To dispel long Winters End!
In the midnight's hush, a word was whispered,
A message destined for the Mooli's own kin,
A task entrusted to the son's devoted heart,
To carry forth, to the one he loved from within.
Transformed, he became a modern-day Hosea,
Urgency brimming in every fiber of his being,
Men from the outskirts of the grand capital concurred,
Driving double cab trucks and sleek Subaru's, agreeing.
Their voices echoed, the elders' wisdom shared,
The word held weight, they emphasized the plea,
"Ask her to undergo encryption," they declared,
For unciphered thoughts were vulnerable and free.
In the realm of secrets, protection would be sought,
To guard their love with an encrypted embrace,
Where only the chosen key could unlock the code,
Securing their bond in a clandestine space
I lie in restless sleep,
As he once again takes over my dreams.
I see him and my heart quakes,
Now I even see him when I am awake.
In my soul he sets a fire,
The one they call Vampire.
I hear his minions at my door,
As my feet hit the floor.
They have come to take me to him,
As the light grows dim.
I only slept to be in his arms,
I couldn't see the harm.
I knew one day he would find me,
How could he refuse the blood of the Elf Queen?
They take me to him upon bended knee,
And I prostrate myself at his feet.
He is old,
From a time before Jack the Ripper roamed.
But you could not tell it by looking into his face,
All I could see upon it was elegance and grace.
I could also see lust burning in those blue eyes,
Lust that burned this soul of mine.
"Do you have any idea what I want to do,
To you?"
He said,
And my heart bled.
"You want to drink my blood,
And surrender to the delicious flood."
He was not the first Vampire to ask for my magic,
Yet he was the only one I would grant it to how tragic.
I look into his eyes,
As blue as the skies.
I see the lust inside of him,
I see it though the lights are dim.
He brings me to stand by his side,
I have awakened his Demon inside.
He turns my neck to reveal my vein,
His lust now driving him insane.
He sinks his teeth in deeply,
As my eyes glaze sleepily.
He is done finished with his meal,
But the bond is sealed.
As we lie side by side,
Only one thing comes to mind...
I have killed the monster everyone said could not be defeated,
I was the thing he needed.
To bring new life into those eyes,
And take upon his soul's cries.
As the sun rises it fall upon the Elf Queen,
And her eternal King.
For:OBIE MO:DPS
“Good day!” Such makes hearts jubilant
While expressed with face that’s vibrant
Wishing all to be triumphant
Along the Lord’s light --- radiant.
“Peace be with you!” Words so joyous
Hope-filled against being anxious
Since the Creator is gracious
Granting sweet bliss, indeed precious.
“Take care!” Oh, verily loving
Easing the angst of the grieving
Cheering with compassion-driving
While reaching-out, and care, giving.
“God bless you...” echoes victory
Assuring goodness*-propped glory
Vanquishing downfall’s misery
For constant thankfulness’ story.
“That’s okay” with great thumb’s up-sign
Affirms faith achievement ensign…
For roles Almighty did assign
My special son nods, “Yes, I’m fine.”
*Psalm 107:21 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
April 25, 2022
1st place, "To lighten the load" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune; judged on 5/9/2022.
I see the foot petal shaped like a bare foot and I remember.
Summer of 1971, white jeans, pink shirt, driving to beaches.
I smell the fish in the water, memories flood back instantly.
Your hazel eyes, and the way you look at me as if I am candy.
Memories upon memories happen; they chase each other.
The lavender blanket, the green straw hat, how I loved you.
How you adored me. Summer of 1971, never to be replicated.
We were one, you and I; I never got that again. Did you?
I had never had a TV dinner until that summer; they are bad.
Better now but we did not care. When I close my eyes I can see carrots.
They were cut into tiny squares, abnormal, surreal on fake tin.
Swanson chicken pot pies, we consumed them like they were candy.
My car had a hole through the floor under the foot pedal.
Remember that? You thought it was wicked; for me it was normal.
We laughed about everything, and spoke of things above our head.
Neither of us understood the horrors of the Viet Nam War yet.
We had survived the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King and JFK.
We had seen the church in Birmingham bombed with four little girls.
We did not grow up in innocent times, but summer of 1971 was innocent.
We were fresh, new, eager young pups, exploring unfamiliar territory.
The sun, the moon, and the stars were on our side; we felt magical.
We were one that summer; a mystical time. This foot pedal reminded me.
I thank God that memories of you at 20 came flooding back, it is a gift.
In this time of uncertainty, it made me smile and sign as I remember us.
*Chorus*
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will
arise from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and
courageous…I know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and
gloriously precious
Believe in me…reflect on me…let’s push away the worries that want to ruin
our night spent together…God has two hearts to fix
I love it when you wrap yourself around me like my own personal, warm
blanket on this moon-drenched night – you are so gorgeous…so glorious!
You’re weeping me insane…refrain from driving me insane…I lost my train of
thought – I was thinking positively until I stepped foot into the wretched
abyss
Our hearts are decaying and lamenting in vain…tragedy’s gravity pulls us
down in shame and we’re longing for His healing rain
The veins in your eyes release bittersweet tears…of hopelessness that I
shouldn’t address
Waterfall of tears spring out of your eyes – once bottled up for many years –
and we’re driving into another shady lane
Let me replace your sadness and fears
With jubilance, satisfaction, liberty and cheers
Pre-chorus:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
*Chorus*
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will
arise from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and
courageous…I know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and
gloriously precious
June 13 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 40-42
Key Verse – Job 40:1-2 Moreover the Lord answered Job, and said, Shall he that contendeth with the Almighty instruct him? he that reproveth God, let him answer it.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE ANSWER INSTRUCTS US
God gives us answer that instructs us to pursue eternal goal
Along faith strengthening our soul
To let us dwell in His will of peaceful pole
While winning against frustration-coal.
God gives us answer that instructs us to possess Biblical conviction
Along faith increasing in Scripture-gripped devotion
To let us learn His doctrines we can teach with dedication
While involving in His ministerial function.
God gives us answer that instructs us to have an obedient heart
Along faith continuing for growth right from the start
To let us serve well and from His plan, never to depart
While praying without ceasing midst evil dart.
God gives us answer that instructs us to store riches in heaven
Along faith thanking Him for life everlasting He has given
To let us seek His sanctification since we are forgiven
While striving for holiness, conquering worldliness’ leaven.
God gives us answer that instructs us to remain in His victorious side
Along faith leading our steps against destructive pride
To let us cling to His grace; and doubts set aside
While cleaving to His truth, in Him always we abide.
God gives us answer that instructs us to claim stewardship’s prosperity
Along faith driving us to labour with hard work’s tenacity
To let us bear fruits by His productivity
While participating in great commission in His authority.
God gives us answer that instructs us to break sinful habits’ chain
Along faith freeing us from idolatrous strain
To let us become empowered by supplication-gain
While walking along righteousness-terrain.
June 13, 2025
OCEANS AWAIT
Away from the dockside and into the bay
Heading out to sea in this steel hulled ship
Powered by team, yet with masts and sail
A fast and safe journey is as the Holy Grail
Carrying passengers, cargo and some mail
Into deep ocean waves we will rise and dip
The dark grey skies suggest a difficult day
Driving rain signals our Southern prospect
A morning of growing passenger disquiet
Noon watch sounded by a tolling of the bell
The North Atlantic has some secrets to tell
Building up its strength in its powerful swell
Several weeks of an increasingly limited diet
The ocean presenting its unforgiving aspect
Equatorial waters offer a welcoming respite
Finally, some warm and gentle winds at last
Yet still the storms can make an appearance
Even when predictions suggest it’s clearance
Never a firm favourite of sunshine adherents
A good time to ensure all cargo is made fast
And experience how the day turns into night
The South Atlantic is an unpredictable ocean
Way down past Africa’s challenging long coast
Rounding the Cape and another leg to the East
Perhaps taking one more week or two at least
But the deep churning swells have now ceased
Approaching Perth early, the Captain will boast
But arrival is met with much relief and emotion
On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus
mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker
her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap
hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the upper deck
the bus driver tips his cap and starts the greyhound engine
mother pauline tells the little boy they are going to redding
she gives him a batman comic book and a box of milk duds
nighttime is coming as stout pauline flips on the ceiling lamp
euthanizing elevator music seeps from an overhead speaker
jodi sands sings ‘kiss by kiss’ as the bus driver grips the wheel
the double decker dashes down alameda with taillights on fire
flashing by foggy neon cocktail dives drinking in the darkness
rushing now on life’s dream highway like an insane eel dancing
now rushing at 65 mph they ride on interstate 5’s scarred back
freckled boy tiredly yawns and lies upon the soft lap of pauline
tired mother peers out the window and sees the fast blur of life
she focuses her sight and sees her mountain of love sleeping
an hour of fast driving leads to closed eyes and driveling yawns
old men snore in the back as erect streetlights pass by unseen
mother pauline thinks of husband fred back home being alone
she wonders if fred misses her as much as she now misses him
wonders if he’s snoring in bed right now as loud as the old men
soon she will be in redding to find a house and to scout the town
soon the sun will rise when the yuba street bus depot is reached
freckled boy continues to sleep and dream in pauline’s soft lap
the greyhound speeds up interstate 5 like an insane eel dancing
The storm was called historic
Before it even hit,
The weathermen euphoric,
As reports they did submit.
They closed the subways and the schools;
Prevented cars from driving.
The pols used all their lofty tools
For snow not yet arriving.
The Broadway theaters shut their doors;
Museums followed suit.
The gyms were shuttered and the stores,
Decisions resolute.
And after all was said and done,
The blizzard never came.
Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one
Who’d shoulder any blame.
Defensively the bigwigs boast,
“We made the right decision;”
But I am one of quite a host
Who view them with derision.