Long Police car Poems

In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil....

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Where the four roads meet there is lots of concrete
Where the four roads meet there is much deceit 
Here I am at the crossroads, wondering which way to go
Here I am at the cross roads...

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I have been listening to the different sounds around
The town and they can tell you where you are bound
I have been listening to the sounds around the town
And they make me want to frown,
 good...

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A Fugitive
Bus Stop Overland Park, Kansas   7:35 PM

A furrowed brow and furtive eyes
that refuse to engage another,
striding quickly through the crowd
and putting people between him
and the police car.
He is hardly the drifter or...

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the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me 
   (no pun intended) held spell bound
e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception, 
   an acute sensory means...

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BIG HANDS DON
I s’pose I’ve been a cowboy since I was just a ‘teen
But I was herd’n bad guys, see I cowboy’d for the queen

I rode with lots of partners up and down the asphalt...

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“Each man follows his own trail, but he rides it all alone,”
Was what Free Will always said when he turned his horse toward home.
But none of us knew it then, just how true those words...

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The Tribute To Jennifer

In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale...

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The neighbours complained again of the noise
Of yelling and screaming and a bully's poise
So we attended and entered through the front door
On a common law power of entry against violence to explore

So there was a...

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The neighbours complained again of the noise
Of yelling and screaming and a bully's poise
So we attended and entered through the front door
On a common law power of entry against violence to explore

So there was a...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet



Let me tell you a story.

Can...

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Buttonhole Daisy 
            by Odin Roark

My city bud and I
How we love the long walks
Daisy beneath my chin
Tucked securely in a buttonhole
Me with discovery...

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The impatient motorist,
drunken and careless, drove
through the red light
and stroke a pedestrian
sending him five feet in the air;
then crashed into a concrete wall, 
to commit suicide...
that's why he died!

The drug-addict shot up cocaine
with a dirty...

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I was always late 
For you
And I never rushed,
never thinking I had
to
Time stalked me like
a wasp
I floated  through
life as if on a
cloud
Thin air masking my
mistakes
I was as elusive as
life gets
Time meant nothing
And I'm sorry...

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The things they screamed at poor Laura
enraged Owen, and made his blood boil,
to harass a widow who’d lost everything…
Was there nothing left they would not spoil?

Owen saw a police car, on the corner,
the two officers...

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Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes, 
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and...

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mistakenly me...
 I was walking down the street minding my own business
 It was near dusk it was getting dark walking across the line onto the sidewalk
 I was by chance inquiring in my inquisitiveness...

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On the hard cement, she lay
Her dark hair was matted, and her skin was grey
At her side was a soulless shoe
Her face, beaten black and blue
Her clothes were very tattered and torn
Everything about her looked...

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The fog comes rolling in
To the added horror of it
My situation with my car
Being broke down and all
And stuck on the side of
An abandoned road
Nobody has driven by
It’s been eerily quiet
It’s nearing dark now
I’m lost...

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Anniversary of My Death 

February 5th, 2018 was the thirty-third anniversary of my death date. 
I always remember it, sadly.
I opened my eyes. Surprised to be alive. Sprawled onto 
hard mean concrete pavement.
Was it any...

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In a city of gun wielding, drug dealing and heathens.
Home of the pity where murder offers mysterious reasons.
In a neighborhood of red, a man of blue unknowingly walks through.
Where vendettas are settled with berettas.
Trained are...

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A sunny fall day.  The landscape rises and falls in a cacophony of passing hills, trees, and road work.   Hanging in the air, the smell curls the nostrils to protect from the...

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The deputy of this small town
enjoys flashing his police car lights
down main street, 
in the evening, on Saturday nights
Like a one car parade on Easter Sunday
He loves Boss hogging people around;
being a big shot rural...

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Your red light betters consider you a black bug
on the windshield of life

That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition,
it don’t spotted glass much matter

Just another ghetto pest
that didn’t pass the police car 
collision course tute...

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