Long Joyride Poems
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We suspect the house is haunted by ghosts,
Who welcome guests to stay with them as hosts.
They love it when you come and play along,
To their creepy charade, and karaoke song.
The sound effects are dialed-up on cue,
To respond to whatever you may ensue.
Floorboards creak without footfalls.
A plate untouched, slips, topples and falls.
Whispers whistle in trees devoid of breeze.
Doors creak and bang shut with ease.
The clock ticks out of sync and slows,
As you watch it pulse in ebbs and flows.
You hear footsteps creeping up to you,
You look back to see the floor's askew.
The house is rocking from side to side,
It's the ghosts laughing, enjoying the joyride.
Watch the world
Change with swirls
A road trip
Taste and sip
Sense tease grip
Touch that trips
Pack our things
For brisk fling
In this house
Let love rouse
Joy gains glee
Spice fond spree
Now speeds clear
Road funds cheer
New day dawns
Tour now spawns
Mile for mile
Glimpse warm smiles
Charm meets fest
On this quest
Less funds more
From deep core
Gain a grip
Joy speeds trip
Kin and kind
Touch moves mind
Feel and see
What may be
In good time
Road paves rhymes
Joy now flips
Sydney trip
A long drive
Fun arrives
Five to breeze
Joyride squeeze
Sights and sounds
Glimpses ground
Thought greets feel
Warm bliss thrills
Leon Enriquez
09-11 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Have you ever had
A bag of potato chips
A glass of smoky wine
Halfway through
Wanting for more?
Have the rest of the bag
Drink the whole bottle
There’s wisdom in saturation
Joy in the overflowing cup
Have your chips and eat it too
Let the cup overflow till
Ruby puddles on a carpet
Chiplets scattered on shag
How else do you know
Half-empty or half-full?
How does rock bottom
Know, if you’ve hit the center?
The extra pounds tattle tells
The stain on the carpet knows
When saturation is not enough
It’s dangerous to get it all
Potato chips Grubhub away
There’s always a bigger cup
Let them joyride to you despite
Floods in the brain with dopamine
How else does the spill know the rim
How does satisfaction know the edge?
Boundaries untested will tempt
Saturation will continue to entice
Knowing enough is true wisdom
The stained carpet will tell you
The waistline will confess
You’ve reached beyond saturation
Penury is natural like drought then
Missing won’t feel like missing out
When the bottle is nearly empty
When there are just crumbs
I'll savor what remains
Put them aside for tomorrow
I'll saturate them with temperance
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
‘Florida, the land of a thousand summers. ‘
Every May the feeling comes back. I want an endless summer vacation. A stupendous hang with friends who are more like family. Traveling to new places we’ll explore our small town and beyond without a care. Together indulging in a joyride that ends asleep on the beach. We build bonds that time will never sever throwing memories to eternally burn alive in a bonfire. Waking halfway to Orlando the land of magic and dreams, we snack on whatever is leftover from the night before. Soul fed on the music of Key West we sleep soundly until we do it all again in the heat of October.
Sunshine state hijinks;
Burnt calendar doesn’t stop
elevated heat.
Along lush woods that slither on hills between
Evening of Life recalls a town ,so quaint
For joyride cruising new borders, my dream!
Though on sharp ridge, pale oak warns of restraint.
Held by twisted stems coiled on ruined track
Grasses freeze, sad among twigs from the glen
More sad than death, or all deaths can exact
A calling of Time stirring its bleak omen.
In a wham, a daze passes through my head
Scenes of auto crash splinter like ripped gown,
Thrown in a realm farther than black-wired sky
My body sprawled on pools of blood’s seabed.
Succumbing to visions erased by clear light
Pulse rouses to chimes of Amazing Grace;
A gruesome day I won’t relive, despite
Promises of thrills that wait to amaze.
What I Woudn't Want To Relive Contest
Sponsor: Black-Eyed Susan
Absent deliberate intervention
vis a vis suicide,
supposed "natural" longevity of generic human
starring sallying forth primate ride
ding bareback across avast
broke back mountain minus pride
defies accurate prediction,
though hypothetical
projections can override
unknown factors, whereby
excluding misfortune nationwide
(and/or globally deadly accidents,
catastrophes, diseases, mudslide,
fatalities from gunshot, et cetera)
unexpectedly arise dismissing by landslide
mortal adversity can be generally,
and more accurately spell joyride
ding calibrated to continue,
thus subsequent existence,
viz getting inside
scoop of this basic fellow, aye surmise
to continue for many another hayride
say...two score plus more orbitz,
whereat linkedin, flickr ring guide
by invisible hand snapchatting
crackling and popping fireside,
twittering whatsapp pining
during eventide,
watching virtual twilight at dockside,
witnessing artificial intelligence,
perfectly mimicking
illusory edenic countrywide
vibrantly melds scenic ideal tonic bedside
counting black sheepish crows,
thence set sleep number
putting all worries aside
while merrily rowing boat
with gentle creatures alongside.
With blinking eyes, and a new moon aglow
Family footsteps skip so glad and sleek
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.
Thrill of circus spins with rides to and fro
As Snowman pops with a giggly shriek
With blinking eyes, and a new moon aglow.
Ferries wheels churn tummies, we overflow
When orange bulbs parade their fine mystique,
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.
Hot dogs, candy canes wipe lips; trinkets in tow
While fair’s confetti kisses Mom’s pink cheek
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.
Dad wins a bike, grandest prize of the show
As laughter rises with clowns’ hide-and-seek,
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.
This joyride of nights caresses to grow
While we await fete’s magic week to week
With blinking eyes ,and a new moon aglow
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow!
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Carol Eastman's Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale
by nette onclaud
11/28/2014
(thank you All Poetry, Facebook, family
Poetry Soup,... et cetera global friends.)
A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died
now more appreciative than ever,
cuz younger days witnessed
peers that did elide
me accompanied with relentless
teasing, snubbing, roasting
akin tubby kindled over a fireside,
thus...solitude shadowed me as sole guide
peopled with books
to escape and hide
from so called "real"
webbed world, yet inside
this former grievous
lad through alienation,
emasculation, and isolation no joyride
valuing myself less than a pawn on
chessboard of life
envying extrovert as kingside
station depriving, insulating, and
ostracizing yours truly belied
to Matthew Scott Harris
marginally functioning, and denied
him camaraderie, dating, enjoying
female friendships due
to lack of confidence and pride
and at the cusp of
pubescence...a slow descending ride
into the hungry (anorexic)
maws of suicide,
which ideations hammer psyche,
now aghast how I tried
(without success) to disappear sundering
mine complex edifice
into the wide
abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure
those electronic connections,
perhaps...totally no more'n four score
(and seven years ago)
all told of unbeknown village people
comprising worthy chums,
sans human league roar
ring (okay pardon the hyperbole),
but letting this foo fighter explore
a greater range of interpersonal
(no matter virtual), but each
unnamed cyber buddy worth more
than simple rhyming galore
words express, some
or all those who sprung
from Earth, wind and fire,
viz cosmic toreador
this poet would their
physical presence adore,
who realizes genuine experienced love
second best option
communicated thru the Internet...bonjour,
hence please accept at the least
(even thee lovely cousins,
daughters, sister Shari por favor,
a hug emanating from within mine
integrated central processing unit core!
Aliveness innate, all else illusion
Mind body, an earth interface transient
Bliss renews within, without cessation
Joyous rapture, our native element
Externalised self, deaf to the current
Mired in feral thought patterned stagnation
Dead man walking, being not here present
Aliveness innate, all else illusion
Tranquil silence, our orientation
Devoid of ego borne gross sediment
Wisdom garnered in deep meditation
Mind body, an earth interface transient
Unconditional love, joy sentiment
The omnipresent divine vibration
For the pure of heart, like the moon crescent
Bliss renews within, without cessation
Within our heart, unending ignition
The joyride amidst rose petals fragrant
Climax in renewal, bliss elation
Joyous rapture, our native element
Living life simply, choosing the pleasant
With hues of love, thus in resonation
Surrendered acceptance mode of ascent
One with the oneness of Gods creation
Aliveness innate
25-December-2020