Long Racetrack Poems

On the corner of East and West streets,
                   there is a parallel lane that
   ...

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I’m sick of hearing from old Bill that I’m a whimpish sort of bloke,
Because I don’t care for rodeo’s and can’t relate to outback folk,
That I prefer to travel in a car, when I go...

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I am from the synthetic turf,
Of which I never wish to touch myself.
I’m from beyond the mint juleps and fancy hats,
Where there isn’t such thing as wealth.

I’m from the steeplechase barns,
With the sharp hooves,
And soft...

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I was stuck in traffic on the corner of Main and Fourth
Yelling in a loud voice until I became quite hoarse.
Finally, the lanes of motorists started moving forth.
I was headed for the racetrack to bet...

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I was your first born grandchild, the first grandchild to know you.
40 years of time passed before I was born.
You gave life to six children, built a home for your family to grow.
Your children embarked...

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Mohave Valley Raceway is the place to be.
Lots of awesome people and races to see.
And should you happen to have a date come Sat. night.
Bring them to the races - it really is all right.

Drivers...

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Heated by sun and rock
a mottled snake licks the morning air.
Last night, stones were its eyes,
a blood-chill had frozen the flavor
            and flicker
of tongue...

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Beneath the scratches
spanning this page,
random thoughts
have been paved


I have no substance
in the world at large,
but this beat of life
regroups to charge


From battle songs
to old lang syne,
until death does turn
the page of time


The industrial world
means nothing...

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Video Games VS Real Life: Driving
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

(The Video Game)
There he was on the racetrack.
Eager!  Darting in and out.
Slipping, sliding, glancing back
Boisterous screams and driving dreams -

Speed: 190 on...

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A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.

Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.

A cell...

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Turbocharged you refuse to stop at the sentry

Full speed ahead on the racetrack of manipulation

Safety belt suspending the breaks in free flight

Airbag punctured long ago in rapid disconnect


I put up traffic lights for you at...

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Keep on knocking and shouting
because I won't open the door;
ring the bell, I won't be answering...
this guy is not your Mr. right.
who doesn't squander money to get 
what single men can't with a dollar.

That random...

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*Image of Winnie-the-Pooh Spoon Race by the sponsor.
AUDIO: by Ka'au Crater Boys singing 'House at Pooh Corner' popularized by Kenny Loggins

Christopher Round-Robin

Christopher Robin, whose name bears o'er song, 
strained mid per sideline crowd of the...

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As she prepared to go out for the evening
She thought she’d make a calculated effort
She couldn’t help but notice how long
It had been since the last time

After a bath she combed her hair and
Found a...

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 TO:  My many heroes I have watched win

Heroes you have been to me, THOROUGHBREDS!
Painted in colors of bright chestnut reds.
Your Finely tuned muscles gleaming in the sun
As on racetracks you strived to be...

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whatever would be
the point of intervention
what good would it do

i know where they are
i know right where i lost them
so then are they lost

the meaning of lost
seems to be ambiguous
what a sketchy word

you can't find...

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They say you are the patron saint 
Of all things that are lost
Please help me to recover from
My efforts and my cost

I lost it at the racetrack 
And in a poker game
I lost it in...

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Maybe we went fishing
Under the country sky
Then maybe we went camping 
Counting stars and fireflies

In the city maybe we played pool
Restored a car, played chess, bowled
Maybe we went to the racetrack too
But mom isn’t supposed...

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The antique clock is silent
it ticks and chimes no more.
The old leather satchel, redundant,
hangs idly by the door.

The kitchen table is dormant,
devoid of function or chat,
once the hub of the household,
around which the family all...

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a narrative with alliteration

Royal radio reviews the Rainbow Raffle Rally planned to raise rubles 
for the rugged racetrack recently recommended ‘round  Rybinsk Reservoir.

One rich ruler, who runs the Ragweed Railway resists with red-ribbon resolve....

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always competitive...looking to win
constantly seeking just the right edge
setting the pace in every race
rivalrous till the very end

I didn't know the deck was stacked
no even chance on that crooked track
the race was won before that...

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Is someone ever too old
          to smell the rose
or heartened by the 
winsome smile of a lass?
Could a faint heart ever dare 
to profess its fondness...

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It’s the second jewel of the big racing crown.
The race takes place every May in Baltimore town.
Horses in the Kentucky Derby will have another go
at a racetrack everybody knows as “Pimlico”.
Here’s another chance for horses...

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Whether you are betting on win, place, or show,
there is one important thing you should know.
Anyone with enough sense since the day they were born,
would never place a wager on a unicorn.

If you are at...

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Like a deadly drug, it makes us dance
Put our nose in the air, turn our backs .
Craven souls, want another chance.
Walking over friends, we call hacks?

On, yes we sign, love, but mean it not!
How many...

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