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Young and single, just got a job in a neighbour town,
Thought I’d buy a flashy car so I could get around,
My boyfriend at the time said that I should get a Camaro,
It was new, orange and shiny, how could I be so narrow.
I crowned her Bess and drove her home with pride,
All my friends called, they wanted to go out for a ride.
Summer was so much fun, what a splash I was making.
Then gone, both summer and the boyfriend I was dating.
Winter rolled in with tons of snow and patches of ice,
Getting to work in my Camaro, was like rolling the dice.
Ol’ Bess would skid to the left and swerve to the right,
Wow, I held on to the steering wheel with all my might.
So I resigned that Bess was not good in cold weather,
Even with snow tires, she blew around like a feather.
Then suddenly a new quirk started as I turned on the key,
She spluttered, oh great, guess I won’t make the grand prix.
Bess would start well at times then for no good reason,
She’d stammer, then stop, reek of gas - in any season.
Bess and I visited many auto repair shops by way of a tow,
The carburetor was like a fountain, out of it the gas would flow.
Apparently a carburetor is needed to make Bess purr,
So I had it rebuilt, then replaced, oh the bills, what a blur,
Then a starter motor and strut, remember Bess is brand new,
After three years of aggravation, I traded her in, I was through!
Guess a cool single girl may look good in a splashy sports car,
But if your car doesn’t start or run, you won’t get too far.
So I put on my sunglasses, look cool but feel like a real wart,
As I drive to work in sleet and snow in my old Ford Escort.
Written for Contest “Driving Me Crazy”
Won 6th Place
Viciously, she draws a blade
of steely cold across my throat,
driving the warm breath from my lungs,
leaving me gasping on the road;
then, with a flip of frost glazed hair,
she whirls around the brick-walled turn.
Caught so in her freezing frenzy, I shudder,
apprehensively pulling my woolen comfort close,
knowing she is slinking even now
back round the block to pounce again,
prowling ice wolf, sharp fangs bared.
A bullying beast all day long,
she pushes nice people aside,
but in the morning we shall wake
to find her raging ceased;
she has gone and quietly left
a field of down about our feet.
Copyright, August 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
If life goes too fast for us, where are we? Where are you going?
I have no fun then, I like to enjoy the summer holidays,
A few weeks, a few days, even a few evenings,
I like a meal that lasts with friends or family.
If people become aggressive while driving, what do we gain? ,
No one finds pleasure, neither you, nor the charming marmots,
I prefer to be bored on a beach in Hawaii, to understand the sun,
If people think fast, we can’t stay in good company.
If life goes too fast for us, where are you? Where are you going?
Listen Debussy, Read Camus, ask for a slow calm
I like to walk more than run in parks, what do we see?
Crossing Yellowstone is longer than taking a photograph.
When a bird sings, I say, Is that you Dad? Or I say
It’s you, mom? I love to think like this, taking my time,
I like to think my parents have become little birds
Looking at me on the street, things are going too fast for me.
There is a light in this world, it exists in you and me,
The beauty in the heart is brought out for all to see.
Kindness and grace, and all of the gentle things,
Settle in the heart, where we heal from old stings.
Mercy, forgiveness, and love, heaven's bestest friend,
Is its driving force, a soul that starts to mend.
Stepping through the shadows, we walk out of our night,
So we take our mask off, standing in the light.
With each mask we take off, we are finally free,
There is hope in this world, if we truly choose to be.
To give place to this light, yes, we can do it every day,
As we step out of darkness, casting the shadows away.
Weaving webs of tomorrow, from the light that we can be,
The beauty of this world is brought out, for all to see.
If seeing is believing, then we all know this is true,
When we walk in the light, Heaven, uses me and you.
I was driving down a dirt road
in New York’s backcountry, upstate,
when I came upon a dead-end
near a small dairy farm, sedate.
The farmer must have though me strange,
and inquired if I was lost,
I said,”No, I’m just wandering,”
and with a small wave, I was off.
My wife doesn’t understand it,
makes no damn sense to souls like her,
but it truly makes me happy
to just go out and wander.
My dad says it’s a waste of gas,
extra miles on the tires,
I’m hastening my own car’s death,
corroding the breaks and wires.
my brother thinks it’s so boring,
that there’s nothing out there to do,
but that’s how I feel at parties,
he cannot get my point-of-view.
Everyone worries that I’ll break down,
and not be able to get back,
I say that I like to wander,
but they just can’t understand that.
Can’t understand that every scene
is a painting of earth and stone,
and each new place a masterwork
that before I’d never known:
a red barn weather by the wind,
an old rock wall shrouded by trees,
ravines carved out by fast torrents,
abandoned car from the fifties,
a larch clad in autumn yellow,
spike-horn from his browsing disturbed,
dirt roads unchanged from ancient days,
all are there when I wander..
The world’s too big to see it all,
but that doesn’t mean I won’t try,
I’ve got this one existence to
drink the beauty in with my eyes.
It may not make sense to most folk,
but then again, I never did,
I always craved experience,
even since I was a small kid.
What’s waiting ’round the next corner?
Where are the vistas I’ve not found?
I’m a man who likes to wander,
excuse me, I must go now…
But they look at me with pride
To have carried the silence
To have carried you this far
They hear the humming of the car
As your hand caresses my burning window
Your mood ring turns brown
Driving me faster towards the graveyard
Where the dead will listen
Where the lies will glisten
Listen. . .LISTEN
Don’t ignore the little voices!
JUST LISTEN!
They want everything they are not
Even as they rot, the voices rise
As your cares die
As the baffled pride rides through the night
I carry more and more wretches
Away from the lies. . .away from the cries
Their existence forgotten and aching
What a tough decision I am stuck to making!
Preparing the dough in this cursed hearse
My backdoor opening, BURNING
Letting the souls slide inside me
Get in everyone. . .
One by one
As they grin. . .they know only what appears
WHY ME!?
CAN’T YOU HEAR!?
Can’t you LISTEN. . .LISTEN!
Close your eyes
The hearse is nothing—hear the cries!
And they are NOT mine
NEVER MINE
Swallowing lies. . .saying goodbyes
I parallel park for the night
On the silent, red curb
The sanctuary of the ignored
They touch me but dare not look inside
Groups of laughing noise surrounding us
As I try to uncover them—to strengthen their wilted throats
But they are deaf and blinded
And all is for naught
There is a small soul within every crowd
A soft voice against the senile bickering of the strong
And the small souls wish they would listen
Life is beautiful because even though it is cloudy, I know that the sun is still there.
Life is beautiful because, yes, I am driving in my car, but I am also racing the squirrel on the side of the road.
I let him win sometimes, and I like to imagine that when he gets home, he will reward himself with extra acorns for dinner.
Life is beautiful because I can listen to classical music in my headphones while balancing on an imaginary tightrope on my way to class.
Life is beautiful when you realize that people do not care about you as much as you sometimes think.
They do not judge you when your stomach growls in the middle of class,
Or when you have bags under your eyes,
Or when you silently cry,
But life is especially beautiful when you realize that there are people who really do care about you,
Like when your stomach growls and a friend offers you one of their snacks,
Or when a friend checks in on you when you're not getting enough sleep,
Or when a friend hands you a tissue to dry your tears.
Life is beautiful when someone asks you, "What were you saying?" after getting interrupted,
Because people care about what you have to say.
Life is beautiful when you feel the sun shining on your face because it is giving you a kiss from 92 million miles away.
Life is beautiful because of the "I love you"s
And the eye contact
And the giggles
And the hearts that will break but won't be broken forever.
Life is beautiful because of the people you knew then and the people you know now and the people you will know in the future.
Life is beautiful because of everything and nothing.
Life is beautiful.
We star it off with Ben Franklin,
American renaissance man,
whose industry and sharp wit
made him the richest in the land.
Lived out an American dream
before the country ever was,
entertained with his writings and
helped discover scientific law.
Pushed hard for independency
and helped form the Declaration,
then served us diplomatically
to get help for the new nation.
His writings still offer wisdom
that is useful to this day,
a man quite worthy of study,
even spoke against keeping slaves.
Then of course there is John Adams,
an irascible, difficult type,
but a bulldog for our freedom,
no matter the British might.
Maybe his greatest contribution
came after his reelection loss,
he didn’t war, cling to power,
Adams honorable went off
into a long retirement
where he wrote down wisdom sage,
his letters to Jefferson
are a gift to every age.
For choosing honor above power,
founding a family that served,
I think learning from his example
is something that he has earned.
Jefferson is also in the ranks,
the Declaration his finest feat,
a mind that truly understood
what it took to make men free.
Not a perfect soul at all,
he never did free his slaves,
but his words of ‘Life and Liberty’
began the countdown to that day.
The Louisiana Purchase
opened a new and vast frontier,
he said to fear a church and state,
wisdom that we still hold dear.
The man’s massive book collection
became the Library of Congress,
now the largest in the world,
I think we all can learn from this.
James Madison we owe so much,
the Constitution’s driving force,
foundation for a nation that
would known tyranny no more.
A brain that recognized the need
to put great limits on power,
would come to push the Bill of Rights,
our government’s finest hour.
What he wrote in The Federalist
is studied by serious minds
for setting out firm principles,
applicable to any time.
And though his time as president
was a checked span at best,
he’s the Constitution’s father,
to that fact we should all attest...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Interstate Packing & Rendering Co.
Mark is dead
he died in a
highspeed
head-on
CRASH
driving a piece
of high-powered
GM
tin
And when
they separated
flesh & blood
from metal & crud
there was nothing
left
of him
***
Two Olives
When I am left alone to ponder
to dream & waft
& my muse to wander
I can come up
with such rational reasons
& excuses for me
being
here
but rush me
with idle & mindless
cocktail chatter
& I might agree
quite pragmatically
that it was a careless error
on the part of a passionate Creator,
so why discuss the matter?
***
Selective Sacrifice
Sorry son
You’ve got to go
Times have changed
Didn’t you know
The beast is hungry
And he must be fed
And boys like you
Must spill the red
It’s your price to pay
To live in this land
Nothing personal, you understand
Here’s your papers, sign them all
You must respond
When Detroit calls
Take up the flag
Take up the gun
Sandstones waiting if you run
I’m sorry son
But you’ve got to go
Times have changed
Didn’t you know?
E.J. Hudak ca. 1969
There was a pair
Both having creative flair
Then another two
Having nothing to do
Twins on two wheels
Looking for a steal
No need for a club
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs
Partying at the lake
Spending what they make
Not thinking this is a mistake
A DJ was not there
No one cared
Dancing the four
Ignoring she walked out the door
Searching for Leprechaun green
Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans
Eyeing to purchase a Porsche
This film work was par for the course
Acting like a driving wedge
She did something behind the hedge
To get out of the rough
Her emotions taking rejection real tough
Using a cobra iron
As a warning siren
Stroking the little white ball
Making sure she made the call
A fair way to handle a difficult situation
Getting a good lay and position
Into the bunker it did land
A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam
With a little twist and grip that was firm
At first the cable television gallery showed their concern
It reached its goal
Sinking into the hole
All this happen when she was asleep
From out of nowhere was the underwater creep
Nothing much after that
For the Princess brat
Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins
Betting on who will win
Take each match
Where an eagle or birdie may hatch
Like it is your last
And remember your lucrative past
Since science overnight can turn weird
Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear
In the end see the results on the card
Digesting the negativity could be hard
Especially on the back nine
Marching in rhythmic time
Knowing this is the chapter’s finale
Realizing the positive tally
As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang
One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang
Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang