Someday soon I am going to be in a big parade
I’m not going to be the Grand Marshall, of course,
I would ride a motor scooter if I were not afraid.
I’ve given thought to a Shriner’s tiny car charade
Actually, I’d prefer a fancy-clad palomino horse
Someday soon I am going to be in a big parade!
My best friends have suggested I visit an arcade
Indulge my imagination without possible remorse
I would ride a motor scooter if I were not afraid.
At my age my children say I should be more staid
Foregoing my grand illusions, I consider the source;
Someday soon, I am going to be in a big parade.
I promise you, I’ll be sporting my finest brocade
As I’ve never been known to be tawdry or coarse
I would ride a motor scooter if I were not afraid.
I’ll be tricked out with a necklace made of jade,
And I’ll be tossing candy and cheering until hoarse
Someday soon I am going to be in a big parade
I would ride a motor scooter if I were not afraid!
Written July 31, 2022
Categories:
motor scooter, celebration, fun, me,
Form: Villanelle
Bringing my motor scooter for a ride,
Leads to taking everything in stride
Stress is released around every bend
Freedom in the wind, a bird I pretend
The joy it brings, lifts me to the sky
My mind is clear with no clouds going by
A ride on my scooter, takes me away
To joyful places new born in a day
7/24/22
Entry for Joy Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
motor scooter, fun, joy, peace,
Form: Couplet
My sister Lucile sold her acoustic guitar
To buy a hot motor scooter with a sidecar
Her bad luck, they soon separated
On which she hadn’t calculated
But I said, “For her that’s definitely a par!”
Written July 15, 2022
Categories:
motor scooter, humor,
Form: Limerick
Oh no, Christmas is on it’s way
and someone’s stolen Santa’s sleigh.
He’s had to rent a motor scooter,
and become a land commuter.
The reindeer don’t know what to do,
they’re getting sad and oh, so blue.
Rudolph’s grabbed a sack of toys,
for the little girls and boys.
Upon the scooter the two flew,
both shivering, through and through.
Oh no, the bag of toys came open,
none are broken, Santa’s hoping.
He’ll have to make numerous trips,
to deliver all of those gifts.
On his scooter’s little place to sit,
room for one reindeer, Rudolph’s it!
No space for elves, they’re at home calling
all of the stores, as Santa’s hauling.
He’ll have to visit local stores,
to purchase tons of gifts, galore.
His elves will ensure the gifts are ready,
to be delivered swiftly, steadily.
Let’s just hope the snowing stops
so his delivery night won’t flop.
Categories:
motor scooter, christmas, fun, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
(A)ppreciate today
(P)oetry
(P)aint and play music
(R)ide my motor scooter
(E)mbrace love
(C)elebrate kindness
(I)nspire others
(A)lways see nature
(T)urn things into positive
(E)ncourage friends
(T)alk
(O)vercome hurdles
(D)ance
(A)ct on my purpose
(Y)ell with laughter
Heidi Sands
1/21/19
Placed 3rd in the Word Play Contest.
Theme: What I love to do
Categories:
motor scooter, appreciation, life, today,
Form: Acrostic
Roosters gather in a parking lot,
cackling and crowing.
A man is bent over in a field,
fixing his tractor. One long breath,
a yawn, a wide field with horses,
clusters of sheep beneath low trees.
We fly along a creek, short stretches of fence,
a dusty path, a boy on a motor scooter,
a tunnel, blackness.
A swan curls on a green pond,
a construction site is only half complete,
a windmill barely rotates in the misty sky.
Swirling white butterflies
dance in a meadow.
I think I see kudzu in the overgrowth;
I forget where I am.
How can the Holland countryside appear
so similar to the American South?
I could stay on this train forever
and always be happy.
Categories:
motor scooter, life, places, travel
Form: Free verse
I think ole John had it right all along
It’s time to get off the merry-go-round
There’re people standing over there with guns
Each time I pass by, they take a shot at me ridin’ high
So far, I’ve taken a few nicks, but I’m still alive
I’m gonna slide off this pretty pony on the back side
With my stuffed animals in hand, headed for an exit plan
Enjoy life a bit more with a little less hindering heartbreak
Ride my motor scooter outta this old circus, right through town
Say goodbye to my competing colleagues, fade them in my mirror
Paintin’ pretty pictures with my words and sippin’ my martini
Working when I want and sleeping the day away just for fun
Yep, John had it right, that’s for sure
To bad he didn’t take heed in his own words
And stayed off that pretty pony, exited the merry-go-round
Dedicated to John Lennon
Categories:
motor scooter, life, time,
Form: Free verse