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A Visit Back Home

Long prior - I took to the wheel 
On a day, fairly, surreal
Amid one of my visits back home
I went to see, tailgating, all alone
My boyhood city. A city on its knees  
I began patrolling, unemotionally
Among, the hollowed, disintegrated, arteries

I've gone into a run-down, stepping ground
Of relinquished houses, torched down 
Cess-pool of spoiled industries, shook
Dismal, diminishing, to tears look
A catastrophe of block, smoke, and gook 
Miles and miles of wrongdoing, invaded places
The most exceedingly awful, that humankind embraces

Free, with the blazing fury
Of youthful, spontaneity
I started to take pictures, ardently
Of drifters, hobos, winos, and the beggarly
Wearing, worn out, robe of strands
And vagrants with solidified hands
Crouched around, enormous, hot drum cans 

Without modesty, I eagle-eyed 
The crestfallen, with nowhere to hide 
That permeates, everywhere, I spied
Offering itself for examination 
A photo of urban immolation 
I was alone in a no man's homey 
And in a no man's city


The Last Supper Upper Supper

Rumination.
Too long an elongation
Oblivion
Too easy a high five to see in freedom, in scope of Pentagon
The eternal fire, chest of drawer and homeland security
Almost a climax toward  Bermuda triangle
A selfless supplication in the third act
Without writing how will you find meaning too , through abstraction?
I am an assonance
To odd a pain
In revision of torn pages
To forecast pills of nine
Will there be any benign?
To tell a tale , to cast a forecast 
Gaze, maze, in audacity of courage
I love you, your heart beats in mine
I rub you, I feel your overcoat, the woolen layers
And I tell you, softly
Upper supper, look me in to the eyes
Familiarize a face
You have to give a speech
For a lost butterfly
On the twenty first floor 
Of the tower.
“Did you say tailgating?” The question came
I replied, to do rely, almost a reply’s try,
A point of no return, I love you in supreme time
But how will I describe my rumination?
In odds of your twenty years
And ninth of mine?

April 21, 2023

Premium Member Neat Cool Fast Junk

Nothing would stop her charm, sex and cool, 
Especially on a hot summer’s day.
Acting all chilled I’d rev her maxed motor, 
‘Til she screamed down that inviting freeway.

Celebrating life with a thrust and a swerve, 
Obeying only some laws of the road.
Oblivious of others, she’d own the whole lane, 
Leaving other cars looking like they slowed.

Fleeting and flashing, she’d shine on a dime, 
And make all of the people’s heads turn.
She was my perfect hot car, my woman on the road, 
Tailgating death without any concern.

Joyrides where common for my old flame of the road,
Until that fateful, wet slippery day.
Nothing could stop her slide to the tree, 
Killing her motor, the wreckers now her graveyard decay.


For Rusted and Busted acrostic poet contest
car
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Tailgating Poetry

  Head and tail, front and back, beginning and ending, starting and ending, top and bottom, left to right (or right to left), bumper and fender...

  There are so many forms of poetry that we have known or familiar with, but we can do another type of poetry where we can start writing with any word and end each line with a different word and in a different format. (It can also be done by starting and ending each line with the same word).  Each ending word in every line will be the starting word for the succeeding lines.  I call it "Tailgating poetry."

  Tailgating is not all about parody couplets or writing humorous poems in light verse.

  Below is an example of tailgating poetry using simple words, not highfalutin:

Parents we love and hate at times 
  Times we never skip of driving around
Around every spot or corner we throw some dimes
  Dimes we scatter and play like toys in silence or sound

Sound dips on memories we sleep on or forgetting
  Forgetting how bad or well we end finishing 
Finishing any act or scene we created
  Created the way we thought was best without being hated

Hated for being different,  cold or bizarre
  Bizarre like villains on cartoons that devour
Devour and leaves a scar on a frozen mind
  Mind of a watcher,  just watching and unwind

Unwind from chains and closed doors that haunt 
  Haunt and hounds from actions we flaunt
Flaunt and daring parents and peers we daunt
  Daunt and regret telling an uncle or aunt...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 1982

It was a trip that started 
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know

Breakin' out early 
On an unexpected journey
I was only too happy to go

Hopped in with Mom 
And the priest Father John 
And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere

I asked where we goin'
They said dontcha be worryin'
'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there

This is called tailgating
Said my Pop as we ate in
The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had

Thousands of people
Passin' by in the aisles
Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad

Then we made our way up 
To the top of the boxes
And the very moment that happened then

Standing next to the Pastor
For years ever after
I'd recall it only with an Amen

To see the light of Heaven 
At the age of seven 
Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew

But it seems to me now
The Lord was showin' me how 
Baseball and family are the things that are true

My little scars healed
As the Crew took the field
And Molitor and Yount came to bat

And Mom took my hand
And we cheered to the end 
And I knew this was where I'd always come back



 February 25, 2017
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Legends Are Made of Work

Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down

20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep

Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack

If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today

(Contest entry: "In Other Words")
© ... Gigno  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

2009 Hyundai Sonata Funereal Lament

Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding, 
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge. 

Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair

death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor

totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant

unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,

lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer

for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear

war, (I doubt Trump would 
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.

Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,

nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook

brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes, 
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...

albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding 
challenge, I vilify.

No Signs of Life

No jaywalking, 
Instead use the overpass; 
No loading and unloading 
Of passengers male or lass.

No parking
Of the cars old and new; 
No overspeeding, 
Eyes watch from the view.

No tailgating, 
Drive not too closely behind; 
No overtaking, 
Life is on the line.

No u-turn
Every minute of the day; 
No stopping anytime
At the well-paved freeway.

No smoking, 
It's odorous to one's breath; 
No littering, 
Make no mess to one's health.

No trespassing, 
The land is not yours; 
No entry, 
Guards stand at the doors.

Post no bill
To enjoy easy movement; 
No vacancy, 
Nothing but room for improvement.

These and more make man
Refrain from any strife; 
Neither going out on a limb, 
Nor breaking no signs of life.
Form: Verse

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