Long Road trip Poems
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It's another girls road trip
Now summer is here.
We're off along the coast.
The second trip of the year.
Off to a brunch
At the Fanny Bay Inn
Where the crepes are the best
And the dessert is a sin.
Then we'll stop at the beach
And walk in the sand
With views of the mountains
The ocean and land.
At the local Farmer's Market
Fresh produce we'll buy.
There is always something new
We just have to try.
And the best B.C. wines
Are found on the way
In a quaint little shop,
Our last stop of the day.
It will be a short jaunt
This road trip we'll make
But we'll fill it as full
As any one day can take.
Blossom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Road trip to Blossom
My growing up home
It is a farm place
In sunshine and
Fresh ozone
Lush and green.
I'm heading there
I'm going home
Driving on
Like running wonder
I'm going home,
I'm comin home
Run wonder.
Onward hill's break past
Heading on ..
Bouncing up and down
Little .. little behind me
Passing wayward streams
Dry winds blowing by
On the road again
Morning breaks
Grey to blue
Today is crisp .. true
I'm heading Blossom..
I'm going there.
I'm riding on
Run wonder
I'm comin home
I'm comin home
Run wonder.
There ! rise a shape ..
A solitary farm gate
Swelling great
Painted Blossom A name.
I ain't dreaming
No genie, no lamp.
Miles and metres pickle by
The birds tickle full of fun
They fly up and down.
Blossom !
Open your gate ..
I am coming in
Run wonder
I m comin home
I m comin home
Run wonder
Her roof A painted red
Her walls still standing tall.
The humble rafters looking fine.
The windows glowing glee
They greet me ..
I am going in
The big brown door
Invitingly in.
Carnation's are blooming
Red and white
A bubble burstling
It's buregeon bliss
Feeling touching picking
No leaf A broken.
This home coming treat..
This home coming feast.
Run wonder
Running for the gate
Where I was a child
I m home
I m home
Run wonder
Blossom !!
Home at last
Still fresh and sweet.
“Unwritten”
intermission
breezes
in
8 ball
pockets the
dead letter queue
silhouette
seen through
windows veiled, still
breathing
secrets
kept, for the
chain letters
road trip
stories,
unwritten
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Something About Us”/ Daft Punk (Cherokee Remix)
https://youtu.be/5MwU4oD4bEA
“Something About Us”/ Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/teuowxkl4-w
Where's My Love (Acoustic)
https://youtu.be/9LfbDnMmqf0
LYRICS, "Where's My Love"
https://genius.com/Syml-wheres-my-love-lyrics
In the final weeks of Summer, let's have some fun
Instead of getting baked to a crisp in the sun.
I played video games and swam in the pool,
But I'm still bored and that's not cool.
What should we do? I'm about to flip!
There's one other thing we haven't tried: ROAD TRIP!
Make sure you load your car with snacks and gas:
This is an opportunity that we will not pass.
We could go to Philly or Phoenix, Arizona,
While we're listening to, "My Cherona".
Atlanta, Georgia; Chicago, Illinois;
A trip to Las Vegas, Nevada brings me joy.
There's Denver, Colorado and Memphis, Tennessee;
Or the Statue of Liberty in New York City.
In Florida and California, don't be tardy:
I hear that these states know how to party.
Next up is Boston for their awesome cream pies,
And maybe a Big Mac with unsalted fries.
We'll go to Texas on a shopping spree,
Or visit the White House in Washington, DC.
But it doesn't matter where we go or what we do,
As long as I take this road trip with you.
There is another peninsula I’ve been meaning to see.
Up there, there is a shoreline just for me.
Maybe I’ll drive up north on Friday.
There’s no reason to take a plane where I’d have to pay.
Just enough money for gas and food.
Gas stations with keychains for every mood.
We stopped at my favorite restaurant on the way there.
It had a Michigan mural on the wall, which I enjoyed from my chair.
Eating a burger and fries with ranch too.
There’s nothing better than a road trip, that’s true.
Plans to do a hike.
And ride through Mackinac Island on a bike.
It’s still light out on this Friday evening.
So we'll see the sunset as we’re leaving.
Head up to our hotel.
And enjoy the beach smell.
Then on Sunday, we’ll drive home.
After our weekend roam.
With all sorts of delightful birds.
And trying some cheese curds.
Northern Michigan will be waiting for us to come back.
I’ve been there so many times I lost track.
Five days a week, I am in my boring town.
Typing on a computer with a frown.
I think we’ll try a new route for our next trip.
Find a different cafe where we can relax and sip.
I took pictures for my canvas.
So that I can remember the beach air’s caress.
But until then, I am a Southeast Michigan girl.
Who is waiting to give the UP another whirl.
And thus began their heroic journey through the fantastical labyrinth of the escape room, where every twist and turn carried the promise of freedom, laughter, and the unforeseen—the perfect remedy for chaos and an unexpected road trip back to normalcy. After all, in a place where even a bunny could be a hero, and a Man is a Woman, anything was possible. Even a Media run Presidential Campaign supported by Big Tech, Google and the FBI !
As Penney and Gus entered the vibrant escape room, the door clicked shut behind them, "Penney parted from the impending loom, weaving her curiosity in a gape driven plume; punctuating the chaotic symphony of the mall with a sense of immediate sanctuary. The room was a kaleidoscope of interesting colors, smells—walls adorned with whimsical murals of enchanted forests, floating bubbles, and scattered stars. Even some Left Wing styled fecal graffiti, as if plastered from the hand to Trump sign out of TDS. It felt like stepping into another world, far removed from the madness outside. A home away from home !
“Okay, what’s the first clue?” Gus asked, glancing around at the eclectic decorations, which ranged from giant inflatable mushrooms to shimmering disco balls. They needed to think fast, and the first challenge awaited like a Mother given the news that the police would be escorting her child home after a bonus round of shoplifting at Castle Megastore had landed her in the "Stoney Loaf".
“Over there!” Penney exclaimed, pointing to a large, comically oversized egg perched precariously atop a pedestal. “There’s bound to be something inside!”
They approached cautiously, the soft thump of their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet that crunched as they stroke on, I mean strode on, apparently-designed to match the room's carnival theme or was it Carnivaal, Carnibaal? No matter, with a gentle push, Gus nudged the egg, and it wobbled dangerously before them. A creaky voice echoed from within, making them jump.
“Beware the wrath of the bouncing bunny, and tell Nanceycat to invest in BlackRock!”, it croaked, before the egg split open, revealing a tangle of colorful ribbons and a single, glittering key.
“Perfect!” Penney cheered, plucking the key from the chaos. “Let’s see what it unlocks.” She scanned the walls for a keyhole, eyeing an intricate door covered in glowing glyphs.
What has astounded us most this road trip…what amazes us more and more
Is how every day we’ve been surprised by something we’ve never seen before.
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who…
but every day we’ve been blessed to see something brand new.
Today we journeyed to the Jordan Pond Restaurant in Acadia National Park .
We were told their popovers are some of the best in all he nation
What we weren’t told, however, was…we needed a reservation.
No reservations meant no popovers…so how did we respond
we took a walk enjoying the beauty that surrounded Jordan Pond.
The beauty of the crystal clear pond, paired with a village of mushrooms
and the greenest, softest moss beneath our feet
helped us quickly to forget the popovers we didn’t eat.
We visited Sand Beach where on the sand surrounded by cliffs
we allowed the Atlantic Ocean to caress our feet….
just as we did on Rialto Beach with the Pacific Ocean
making this coast to coast circle complete.
Since we didn’t get to eat our popovers and we walked 4 miles
around the pond and on the Ocean Path along the shore
we treated ourselves to another Whoopoie Pie…this time the flavor was s’more.
We were in Acadia 12 years ago…so some of these things we’ve done before
but we’ve never touched two oceans in 47 days, or ate a Whoopie Pie S’more.
We never saw a mushroom village or moss so abundant and green beneath our feet
and we never thought losing out on a popover wold ever be so sweet.
I guess when you stop and think about it…every day we’re alive is like a prize
filled with chances to be amazed…filled with moments of surprise…
Because every day we walk along the shore or eat a Whoopie Pie s’more
we’re not the exact same person we were the day before.
How wonderful would it be if we were all astonished more and more?
If every day we were surprised by something we’ve never seen before?
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who..
If everyday we were blessed to feel…as well as see something brand new.
Watch the world
Change with swirls
A road trip
Taste and sip
Sense tease grip
Touch that trips
Pack our things
For brisk fling
In this house
Let love rouse
Joy gains glee
Spice fond spree
Now speeds clear
Road funds cheer
New day dawns
Tour now spawns
Mile for mile
Glimpse warm smiles
Charm meets fest
On this quest
Less funds more
From deep core
Gain a grip
Joy speeds trip
Kin and kind
Touch moves mind
Feel and see
What may be
In good time
Road paves rhymes
Joy now flips
Sydney trip
A long drive
Fun arrives
Five to breeze
Joyride squeeze
Sights and sounds
Glimpses ground
Thought greets feel
Warm bliss thrills
Leon Enriquez
09-11 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
After graduating from high school, I left the South and moved North to the Windy City of Chicago in search of a better way of life and in the process found lots of snowflakes accompanied by biting teeth. Sometimes the snowflakes were blinding and the cold so intense that I felt every part of my body was being bitten upon, especially my hands, feet, nose, and ears. The cold was often so severe that I found it next to impossible to get a single word to flow between my biting teeth.
Time and limited lines will not allow me to tell many cold-hearted teeth-biting stories originating out of the Wisconsin dairy land and Chicago, but maybe two mini-stories can make the cut. On a cold and snowy Chicago afternoon, say nothing of biting teeth, my feet were nearly frost-bitten as I drove my way through North Chicago in a Volkswagon van. This was an air-cooled engine, and there was not enough heat from the heater to keep us warm. Need I say more about the VW that created a life-long unforgettable story? And on a cold December night in the '73 Christmas Season, very close to Christmas Eve, my wife and I left Chicago and headed South on Interstate 57. Less than a hundred miles into the route, we encountered the iciest roadway I had ever experienced. There was clearly no question that not only were we pulling over, but we were pulling out of that road trip and heading back.
11152018PoSoupContest, Cool Writes And Imagination, Kim Rodrigues Title Used: SNOWFLAKES WITH BITING TEETH
When we planned our road trip we set up with Budget
that a Toyota Corolla would be waiting for us in Seattle
but after standing in line for 2 hours…I was a little rattled
When Budget ran out of cars and sent me to Avis…at their counter I was told…
“We don’t have your Toyota Corolla…but we can give you a new Kia Soul.”
Our Kia had 6 miles on it when we began our trip…
and as with any relationship we tried to take it slow…
while we navigated the Seattle freeways at night…we told her all the places she would go.
And she was such a good sport…wherever we went she gave it her best .
driving all around Seattle, Olympic national park and through the rains in the Northwest.
She took us all the way to the sun in glacier…she made this trip with ease
She drove right by a grizzly bear on our way to Lake Louise.
Through the dusty plains of Canada she waited patiently as we packed, unpacked and packed
and did not flinch in Montana when a pebble caused her windshield to crack.
We thought about substituting her because of that cracked windshield
but Deborah made the case
that in the 2000 miles we’d already driven….we’d grown accustomed to her face.
Besides, we figured at this point we had nothing to lose and everything to gain….
So on she drove us with her cracked windshield to Canada
then into Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.
In Maine, like us, she rested for a few days…
and I could fulfill a promise I’m sure she had come to doubt
that I would take the time to clean her…all of her…inside and out.
We got her when she was just a baby
I’m glad we decided to keep her in spite of her little crack…
and when we returned her to Budget in Bangor
she had more 6800 miles on her back.
It’s funny that Corolla we thought we were going to drive…
on this trip never played a part
But we were happy with our substitute…the Kia Soul with heart.
In 48 days she grew a little older, she’s not as aligned as she once was
and she’s developed a few scars everyone can see…
Perhaps that’s why we love her so much…
because she’s a lot like Deborah and me.