Long Riding Poems
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Still as the moments
When snow erases the past’s dust,
Whispering light over the spirit,
A music, a song, a poem
Choice words, deepest convictions
Melancholy touched by light,
Falling flakes in the dead of night….
Still as the sigh and graceful,
Like the moon who stirs at twilight,
Ebony rich with its hesitant glow,
Whisky burnished, forever
Riding on the cares of a past,
Where nothing will last
Only gentle music, a melody
Peaceful and flowing…
Still, like the murmuring creek
Blessing the warmth of a sunny afternoon,
When light fades into shadows,
Blessings stirring in the laughter,
Like children who assume
There’s nothing better than June
The month for hearts who bloom
Like the roses, blushing and graceful
Composing all the lyrics of beautiful…
Still, as the echo across the mountains
Melodies hastened by the notes
Blowing in from the East,
Broken by the breeze,
On winds who sooth, completing
All the journeys beyond the grief
The wonder of healing,
Hoping and believing – He is here
In the heart who sees Him
And remembers…
Still, there is a promise, more amazing
Grace that never ends,
A comforter who just begins
When there is faith that agrees
He is love and He frees
The soul to find the wonder and peace,
The poetry of a psalm,
The music of a soul who sees
Beyond the now, to the eternal
Where we will be forever, embracing
The One who created us to be
Still, and see…
He is everything we will ever need
He is the hope that brings belief.
He is the moment when silence speaks.
He is the love that heals and frees.
He is still everything I hope to see…
When I reach that home that waits for me.
Baptized in the eddies of shimmering creeks.
,Passages are crossed far beyond what's seen.
Clothes pin dolls donning hand-sewn clothes.
Souls made of papyrus; hearts carved in oak.
Mountain folks know things that you'll never know
A few stay forever and others stray for "things"
hymns on gilded meadows -a vow to never leave.
The sun offers heartbeat to all wayward beings
she's a fiery star riding razor-blade dreams
One day she took off down the lower path
a clothespin doll slipping gently from her hand.
Fleeing salvation mountain, never looking back
a daisy chain lay where her heart once bled.
Another red-eyed sunrise, eve taps stiletto black
she's a wingless pigeon cooing for the misty past.
At the end of asphalt rainbows, a mirror full of cracks
a million pricks ago the starry dream collapsed.
In concrete hearts, there's little shade for peace
from which a mountain soul can gracefully retreat.
With a rustle of leaves, she's finally called back home
,, psalms sprinkled over ashen dreams of feral ghosts.
Mountain folks know things that you'll never know.
When your work is done
And the day has just begun
If you want to have some fun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
When your work is done
And you want to have some fun
Go riding with someone
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Riding, riding...riding
Pack yourself a load
And cruise on down the road
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Riding, riding...riding
Put your leathers on
Put your helmet on
Ride into the sun
'Ride into the sun'
Put sunglasses on
Turn the key to on
Then, ride into the sun
'Ride into the sun'
When your work is done
When you want to have some fun
Pack yourself a load,
Cruise a country road,
And then ride into the sun
'Ride into the sun'
Riding to the sun,
Riding to the sun...
Riding to the sun
This is it time is up ,
life finaly found me.
Going blindly forth through foggy sea
Thought I knew so much
Though I learned later I hadn't a hunch
Are you where you want to be
Has life gone and set you free
Is life but a party time
Didn't then care to reason or rhyme
The wolf that came out to play
Always seems to hide during the day
Always looking for a place to stay
Riding far across my time from there to here
I saw that past ghost only live were there's fear
It is hauntingly familiar
and so damn peculiar
Why you must always live it twice
To win would be so nice
But nothing ever happens if your not willing to try
Sitting there silent forever pondering why
There is no secret
On getting ahead
Simply takes just to get started ,but you sit there instead
Wasting slowly away while life passes you by
Why do you even cry
When it's yourself to blame
Given many chances but it always ends the same
So you fail.
In life, sometimes you just got to bail
Empty that bucket and Start anew
Forget about what you thought you knew
It's time you stepped up and grew
I'm Rudolph stuck in traffic, and on this of all the nights,
and up to now my nose has matched each set of traffic lights,
the fat guy in the back keeps bridling at our progress slow,
why I get saddled with him each year, I harnessly don't know.
When other Reindeer used to help, back then boy, we could fly
but they've been made redundant since their running costs were high.
Dasher's now a quarterback for Minnesota Vikings,
and Dancer's in a chorus line, it's much more to her liking.
Prancer's found a new life with the Spanish riding school
and Vixen works the shopping Malls, which I think is pretty cool.
Cupid isn't stupid he went for early retirement
and Comet just lives off the land, Lichen his sole requirement.
Donner runs a kebab shop, he's doing pretty well
and Blitzen helped but left because he couldn't stand the smell.
So here I am, life can be cruel, it never reins it pours,
stuck in a line of SUVs instead of home indoors,
and Santa's whining at the fact I cannot be cold started,
and that is why I warmed him up, I clenched my cheeks and farted.
(All spelling intentional)
For contest 'Christmas Rhymes', sponsor Kim Rodrigues
November 27th 2017
I once thought that you were my true love, my Prince Charming, my everything, but I found out sadly you’re just like all the rest with a spirit so cruel, and mean
You came in riding on a cloud like a breath of fresh, crisp air, and you rained your sunshine down on me and I honestly believed that you cared
You built my hopes up, you planted roots inside of my dreams, and you vowed to make them all come true, by any and all means
No one could touch your light that shined brighter than the sun, but oh how you could run and hide when the storms would come
You were like the old saying of a fair-weather friend, but you were more than that to me you were my beginning and my never end
You proved to me where your loyalties they did lie, and it wasn’t here in my green field of flowers that wilted away from all of your lies
When the rain came pouring down upon us you told me that the water it just got too deep, and I understood what is was that you were saying, you’re time with me was over, you were done and spent
So fair weather lover it just became too dark, too real here for you to stay, you have shown me that you are not the man I thought you were, when trouble swoops in, you blow away.
Dreams of tropical beaches
The dead won't let me sleep
Money got me always on my feet
A certain gift a contempt behind closed doors
The sweetness of life illusions spelled out in a dream
The dead won't let me weep
Never ashamed but rather in awe
Some kind of wonder that deulification
To match your hypnotic blame
Just you be certain
I become a cowboy when all around me is shame
I carry a gun to keep your demons away
This pen won't kill me in my sleep
Obscure songs trap me in a theatre with hand puppets and magic wands
To always bring me back to a time without a clock
Just an old cabin a squeaky door and a dog laying on the floor
The dead makes me remember
To wake up early when the sun brings life to its feet
Riding into the edge of dawn
Flying with grace how she wore swan song feathers
When I was 7 I could have been 9
But back then it was the life of a band.
So here I sit
Just waiting for the man
Dedicated to John Cale and Jim Morrison
And 1969
I heard a song this morning whose rhythm, melody and rhyme
immediately transported me back…to a different place and time.
It was years ago…riding in our car with Deborah…this memory is so strong…
when we decided this song, which we heard for the first time that day…
would forever be…our song.
I can’t explain the science…I’m not sure the reason why…
but this song always brings a smile to my face…and tears to Deborah’s eyes.
I guess we never know as each new day’s about to start….
which memories will be etched into our souls and leave footprints on our hearts.
And it doesn’t end with one song…there are many more songs…
even songs in nature that transport me to the past….
Today was not the first time…and it definitely won’t be the last.
I’ll never comprehend how memory works…
how in the vast array of memories we’re making every day
some memories remain forever while other quickly fade away.
For now I’m happy knowing some memories…
realizing they play an important part
dwell forever in endless rooms somewhere deep within my heart.
And I’m glad one of those rooms is a concert hall
with songs and rhythms and melodies gathered there….
waiting to surprise me…when I hear music in the air.
My car is brand new
The passenger seat haven't been sat in yet
What am I saving it for?
I don't know
I need to let people riding in it
And enjoy it
Like I am
Why haven't people ridden in my car?
Is it because I am too selfish?
No
Is it because I am lazy?
Yeah I hate to give people rides
Is it because I am forgetful
And just not offer it?
Whatever the case, it hasn't been used
The seat is lonely, empty
Haha not
The seat is too darn brand new
And I want to change it
I don't like it new
But I want it new
I don't like it empty
But I don't want to share
I don't like it forgetful
But I do forget
So what a person to do?
I don't like it hot
But I want it hot
I don't like it forever
But I want forever
Too complicated
Seriously?
I couldn't care less
But I care less
I've gained the whole world
But I gain nothing
There is nothing that I want
There is no one that I care for
I am that cruel?
I am just kidding
Maybe I am not kidding
So yeah I am selfish and cruel
What is that that I am?
A freaking human
I don't want to care for anybody
I don't want to see nobody
I want to be left alone
Comprende?
Haha in another life time
Howling at the Pink Super Moon
On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon
Casting a baleful light
On the world below
While inside
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In a den of iniquity
In an evil part of the city
On the left side
Of society
Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on
Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer
He was just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
He did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That his eyeballs hurt
Finally, he had to say something
he gathered up my manly courage
He walked up to her
She looked at him
Instantly bewitched his soul
With a devilish grin
He lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
Sam Adams woke up alone,
In his bed
The naked babes
Having disappeared
From his demented dreams
Saying,
“Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”
The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before
And joins him
In howling at the Pink moon
In the fading light
Of the lost last night
Of the newly damned