Oh gaping chasm of misfortune
A sign of council extortion?
Roads not fit for purpose
Driving makes us nervous
Neglect of civil responsibility
The cause of such hostility
Oh pot hole why so terrible
Our roads are just unbearable
What future for these holes?
Maybe roadside fishbowls?
My rage is like a rabid wolverine
I shall write today to the queen
Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls
Please send folks to mend our holes
Categories:
pothole, car, corruption, england, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Train Disaster, East Palestine, Ohio
Twenty days Ago.
Pete Buttigieg- Where Are You?
Doesn’t he care one bit if they eat.
East Palestine,filled with poisons
Hands swollen,crimson red from acid toxins
So what if they cannot breathe?
Who cares if carcinogens fill their lungs?
Or, they have safe water to drink, not!
The American President with Zelensky
has glasses of champagne to clink.
And a gift of Five Hundred Million,with a
warm handshake and a wink.
Three thousand, five hundred animals dead
in East Palestine lie.
But the world weeps over a dead whale?
And humanity cheers, as ‘Air Farce One’ flies!
**Pete Buttigieg is Secretary of State of the USA,
no experience . But can play the piano well and
speak fluent Norwegian. **
God Bless the citizens of Ohio, whose air
and water are not yet tested by FEMA.
Let that happen to DC. New York or Chicago?
FEMA could not get there fast enough!
2/22/2023
Categories:
pothole, america, angst, corruption, how
Form: Free verse
The pothole on the road
under the lamppost
filled with nonstop downpour.
Also, some water spread thoroughfare.
In the evening as the lights turned on
the hole produced
lamp’s beautiful reflection!
The sporadic rain droplets
heightened the scope
by forming startling images of a kaleidoscope.
Categories:
pothole, crazy, culture, mirror, rain,
Form: Free verse
Our love is like a pothole in the road -
the world goes rushing by, but it remains.
Midst turbulence, a love that’s overflowed,
carved out by harsh conditions, freezing rains.
A rocky base with cracks around the edge,
exposed by a veneer that’s worn too thin,
a fault or failed condition, some allege,
a patch best soon applied with much chagrin...
But I say no, the gravel and the grit
are gems beneath a layer trials expose.
Though ravages of time have had their way,
a beauty to mine eye, they have bestowed.
Our love is like a pothole plain to see,
a never-tiring joy to splash with glee.
----------
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 2/12/2022
Categories:
pothole, love,
Form: Sonnet
The Pothole
The road was slippery and hazardous,
Torrential rainfall flooded the narrow streets,
trying to avoid holes, I traverse,
My cherry red Honda overheats.
Thump! Weird sound beneath my car.
Whoa! I plunged into a dreaded pothole,
A tire I blew, and I don’t have a spare.
Thank God. It is not a massive sinkhole.
Gushing rain and the howling wind,
I yelled for help from some kind individual,
Despite the worried look from a swirling mind,
My rescue was nothing less than a miracle.
Categories:
pothole, car, care, confusion, environment,
Form: Free verse
Honolulu's Pothole State Park
Is a scary place after dark
With potholes so deep
Anything could creep
From octopus to Great White Shark!
Categories:
pothole, political, travel,
Form: Limerick
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free,
Bitter beauty escapes designs by premiers
And presidents,
Red-veined leaves untouched by the
Denizens of this desert.
Morality endures despite the sins
Of man, mere miles away.
Asleep at last, my small pond releases
Crawlers, bent on surveying the usual haunts,
Where spirits descend to warn of
Bad tidings, if wandering too far from this oasis.
In the moonlight, a pothole party regales
The gathered, with song and dance from the faithful.
Wind spirits, twirling nearby, brush feathers, leaves and
Tentacles, with soothing echoes. Green Darners rocket about, flashing
Smoky emerald wings, while fireflies spark the dark night.
Out here, wild rhubarb grows free.
07//06/13
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pothole, beautiful,
Form: Alliteration