Long Oad Poems

The Old House Beside the Road

There is an old, ramshackle house that stands there by the road.
This house once had a family, with many stories stowed
Within its crumbly walls, and it now stands there all...

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Bundle of rules elongating the short distance between a problem and its solution
Unnecessary layers compulsorily placed on a mounted ladder with very few steps
Road expectedly smooth and direct is created with uneven stones and many...

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i noticed an enticing gleam in your eyes
a gleam that enunciated precisely what i needed to hear
but somehow i was slow to recognize
when i discovered what your stare made clear

in those emerald orbs i saw...

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My Life as a Car

Rusted and busted see my orange face
Used to grace the showroom place
See these broken eyelights that shone so bright
They saved your life one darkened night
Edsel body, wet shell to forget
Dear little...

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W orking on the Precambrian rocks I traveled to Scotland
O n way to Edinburgh I crossed the undulating Highlands
R oad was serpentine, built on hanging rocks and debris
L ined by thick unbroken strands of birch...

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September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway; 
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s...

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R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward 
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots   
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours 
R oad rage roars, racers recline,...

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Gleaming in the sun, my cherry-red skin 
Low, throaty purring, ready engine’s sound
Over the chalked line, tires screech, we begin
Road blurs, turquoise Mustang fades, I am crowned 
Yesteryear still lives in my heart, tearing

Days of...

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N-othing can break your heart, 
E-ven during the falling rain; 
L-earned to weather the storm, 
L-iving to endure 
Y-our pain.

D-ay twenty-five in May
A-llows the morning sun to rise; 
D-awn has begun to shine, 
A-s it...

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E-very eighteenth January morn
S-hadows of the night fade; 
P-reparing to let the sun
E-nlighten the world God made.
R-oad ahead is bright crimson
A-s the future is promising; 
N-ew dawn will shine zealously, 
A-fter the break of morning.

H-appy...

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