Long Motorways Poems
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The Journey
From petrol station, conurbation,
Queuing traffic moving slowly,
Taxi rank and railway station.
Glimpsing horses, grazing cows
By winding rivers, straight canals.
Open farmland, working ploughs.
Motorways; long distance coaches,
Post card village, pond and green,
Packs and snacks, hurried lunches.
By scenic route and shady lane,
Thru’ darkening forest; silent trees,
Ancient site and sunny plain.
Over bridges, under bridges,
Hidden valley, windy moor.
By the oceans, passing hamlets,
From door to distant door.
Barry Stebbings
3/4/2016
Weight Watchers Paradise
Lemon pies, with feathered wings,
Floating in the sky, as the sun sits and glistens.
Against their skin, yes the beautiful people,
The ones who say, all that food is pure evil.
The bright morning sun, kills off the dark blue night
And shows us the way, to a weight watchers paradise.
With cream filled donuts and chocolate gold bars,
With the sponge cake motorways, full of jelly made motor cars.
So super-size me, put me on the Elvis diet,
I can’t talk right now, for I have to eat.
Oh and don’t forget, to cut the bacon off my fat,
I have no wish, to look anorexic.
Big, fat and beautiful, look at me,
All you jealous skinny girls, are only jealous of these.
My two lethal weapons, that get me all I want,
So take me to a Heaven, named McDonald's.
With Burger Kings, feeding on Kentucky Fried Chickens,
This tasty goodness, is so darn finger licking.
Rabbit food? Don’t make me puke!
I have no desire, to become bulimic.
I’m not Princess Di, I have no wish to die,
No I don’t love to watch, my cholesterol level rise;
But I do love my sexy body and I do love my super-size.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Hello.
You may not know who I am.
You may not even care.
I don’t blame you - another mind to understand.
I don’t know who I am and I am there.
A million faces we see in this life, some we find attractive. A million faces that hide souls carrying their truths and lies, souls that we can’t comprehend.
You may not know how I go and that’s just fine.
The irony of living a life in the same time and never saying hello is no crime.
All the cars you pass on motorways carrying lives. Lives that you’ll never know, nor will I and that’s just life.
You don’t know who I am and I don’t know you.
It’s strange that with my words you may picture a face finding a way, just for a few seconds of your life to be with you.
I hope you liked what I had to say.
Goodbye from this fool.
The City Is a Garment
by Michael R. Burch
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her festive colors bleed into the night,
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling,
cascade their brilliant contents out like coins
on motorways and esplanades; bead cars
come tumbling down long highways; at her groin
a railtrack like a zipper flashes sparks;
her hills are haired with brush like cashmere wool
and from their cleavage winking lights enlarge
and travel, slender fingers ... softly pull
themselves into the semblance of a barge.
When night becomes too chill, she softly dons
great overcoats of warmest-colored dawn.
Originally published by The Lyric
As people on our planet,
we could come together all
and build the jobs together
so people do not starve
If you give the people wages
they will buy your planes and trains
they will build your schools and prisons
they can learn to love each day
With money in their pocket's
they will buy from shops, your clothes
by creating then a balance
between the rich and poor
we create a good economy
through-out the living world
through Paris Spain and Portugal
if we build the world a balance
Economies can thrive and grow
as people take on jobs
they can then afford your products
your countries start to thrive
As sales are increasing
you soon enjoy the ride
throughout the world living
as sales start to rise
Economies in Russia
economies in Spain
economies in Holland
would all receive less pain
the world needs more balance
between the rich and poor
by giving decent wages
people start to shop
Economies start thriving
when workers have a wage
the rich becoming richer
now proud, with thriving shops
instead of making bullets
it's mops and office blocks
it's trees that line out motorways
with parks and dancing game's
if we all become investors
there's nothing we can't
it just takes time and balance
if we create, good plans
we can overcome world problems
and save economies
we can build a world for living
we can even save the bee
Invest, it is the key
to overcome the problems
on the world that I see
perhaps in worlds futures
instead of needing jobs
we can live off shares and profits
from the companies that we own
and then employ your robots for the jobs
perhaps by then,
there will be no poor
no starving childer evermore
all people might be thriving
no need to steal and cheat
as people have more money
they all can dance and play
without the thought's of stinking lives
Circling plane's writing trail's upon the sky
Traverse the morning star
As they pass over the dawning horizon
While loved ones feign waving
With car park tokens
Stare blankly at the exit barriers
That tell the journey and motorways home
Without said loved one
Are quiet bereft of joy
Because it's hard to say goodbye
And the tear's don't recede
Because what the heart wants
Is to be together
But lie continents apart
Reduced to holidays
To far apart
Our bond grow stronger
And we are not getting any younger
Time is our enemy and the wrinkles tell
Our memories are fading like photographs
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow
We will always have our past
But until we meet again
I keep you forevermore in my heart
Like a message in a bottle
Looking for a place to beach
Waiting for our day in the sun to come
And it will
And no boat nor plane
Will separate us ever again
Close your eyes and count to 10
See you then
A jellyfish danced, through canals of Venice,
To look in awe, at a superior menace,
That thought that it could take over a planet,
Each land it conquered, small groups inhabit.
And now, it seems, this species of ill,
Has had to watch earth, through a window sill,
As nature reforms and unites in wonder,
The animals returned, from grounds they’re under.
Covid 19, it’s been understood,
To have come from animals, and passed onto us.
A horrendous virus, with no cure to be found,
A virus to which, has all of man bound.
We’re stuck in our homes, obeying new laws,
And listening in terror, at rules with flaws.
A stupid species, mankind can be,
As some groups of people, can’t seem to see
The effect that this virus, has had on our land,
And disobey rules, that our governments demand.
I must say to you all, please follow the rules,
They are there for a reason, don’t follow the fools
Who disobey, and pass on the death,
Simply carried, through their touch and breath.
We will win this war, if we all stand together,
We’re strong as a team, for now and forever.
For now however, all that we ask,
Is to stay at home, in the sun you can bask.
Let the jellyfish swim, and the deer all roam,
Down motorways and canals, they once called home.
We must haste
They are so happy, the parents, grandmother’s uncle and aunts showing on Facebook the addition
to the family.
Do they not for a minute think what the child´s future will be?
The world is on the brink of total collapse, but no one takes this calamity that is coming our way, will
kill them and the children.
The polar ice is melting so much sea it is drowning smaller islands
who will become refugees seeking shelter somewhere safe?
Nowhere is safe with fire and endless tornados turning houses into driftwood.
Big cities will be unhabitable and sink under the greedy sea.
This is happening before our eyes, we build bigger airports
and larger aeroplanes; yes, and ships too.
Ah, I hear you say, we can be rid of fossil fuel and rely on electricity
to do that fields where cows grazed had to be converted into solar farms.
And we have windmills, but it will not be enough even if we built a million
of them filling the landscape with their ugly appearance.
The rest has to come from converting coal into electricity.
The hardest thing of all is to get rid of cars the clogging up motorways befouling, the air, we breaths.
We have to learn living closer to our place of work is a more compact smaller world we can`t all use bicycles unless we`re middle class
And use the bike for recreation.
If we do not repair what we have besmirched, there will be no future for the new generations.
London is bewildered by its roads
The Circular, the North,the South, the Codes
The Morse and the Enigma Turing broke
So now we have new bicycles with spokes
Once we had the A to Z in hand
Turn it upside down and you’ll be grand
New technology has made great strides
Carrying us to Eden ,what a ride
The motorways are empty for tonight
God decided we had too much Light
He taught the bare cheeked Moon on Jesus’ mount
To turn the other side when love’s about
I liked to use a compass and a map
But now, my dear, most everything’s on tap
I crouch beneath my sister as she drives
In the dark on the M 25
But if it’s closed, we are completely foxed
We left the old Road Atlas in a box
Along with all my ex’s underpants
And naturally his principles of Kant
We may be in Watford or in Bucks
I often wonder what will rhyme with luck
We may be near St Alban’s, we can’t see
The car ran up the trunk of this oak tree
We rang 999 and they are here
A fire engine filled up with Kentish beer
A ladder for the ladies to climb down
Now they are just women on the town
London won’t exist ,destroyed by cars
Angry men who cannot find a bar
We all know 'America' is classed as the land of the free
But any country can only be so, if it includes you and thee
Just like life is, irrespective of your circumstances, they be
For no one should be oppressed, in stone scribed, decreed
But sadly this doesn't happen, be it in many walks of life
To being badgered in your workplace, or on the way home
Even amidst relationships, when actions become traction
No wonder minds become stressed in endless lost roam
Sadly amidst life and it's walkways, canals, motorways, mm
It'll always surface crawling to it's cringe-worthy extreme
Then there's suppression, be we you, us, she or them, him
For whence anger commits, thence throws, becomes, bedlam!
Sirens!