The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost
from beneath the lavish bungalow.
and above the high-end ceilings
and chandeliers which never flicker.
Nostalgia trickles down like sweat
Glimpses of plastic buckets
catching rain and our salty tears
flood the eyes.
Flashbacks strike like lightning
remembering the only toy-
an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain
dampens my spirit.
Loud wails roar like thunder
hearing the violent river
who snatched my younger brother
and left potholes in my heart.
I smell warning, roof's betrayal,
Kite's surrender and the rivers hunger,
All at once.
Categories:
potholes, blessing, imagery, rain,
Form: Free verse
Happily cheering and laughing ,swinging,
as the dad is carefully pushing it.
He is on cloud nine ,looking at her joyous face.
The bright skies have fallen ,clouds turned dark,
and the storm has washed away the roads,
taking away the only rainbow in his life.
Taking her ashes to high and low places
for justice but in vain,they cant fight
against a pothole,which is gallows to
the people taking these paths.
Pain,aganst,agony ,beautiful memories,
deep void of his heart,have all
turned him into filling the holes
and safe proofing the paths,so
no one ever loses their love like him.
This torch has been burning since two decades
and will do,as long as ill people exist.
It was supposed to be a torch but
we made him burn an eternal flame.
Will this flame ever see a shine,
well.....you tell me.......
PS:This poem is written after knowing about a father who lost his daughter to potholes filled roads
in an accident(kaam chaalu hai..movie trailer).
Written on:12-4-2024
Categories:
potholes, anger, child, dad, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Short legged lies
walk through roads
with many potholes,
trying no to fall down,
without closing their eyes.
Always walking slow,
hiding themselves,
scared of being released,
pretending not to exist.
Short legged lies,
don't reach further
when the road
becomes harder.
Finally, short legged lies,
put the hoof
into a big pothole
named: "the truth"
Categories:
potholes, blessing, confidence, light, poems,
Form: Rhyme
There was once a weavin' driver named Joad
Nabbed by cops, drivin' in manner forebode
Asked if he had been boozin'
No sir, I am just cruisin'
Tryin' to avoid potholes in the road
Categories:
potholes, humorous,
Form: Limerick
The shovels scraping
Filling big pothole in street
My four brand new tires
Categories:
potholes, angst, conflict,
Form: Senryu
Like riding on the handle bars of a bike
with no brakes, going down Telegraph hill
in San Francisco,... during an earthquake…
...With a flower in your hair…If you like.
Categories:
potholes, fear, funny, how i
Form: Light Verse
11/22/16
Got to get that cheese pronto
Those that talked guano
Got hit with an uppercut combo
mano a mano
I had a dog named Bronco
And landlords named Helga and Poncho
Knew this lady that lived in a condo
And worked at Costco
Cargo
Being shipped worldwide, even garbanzo
Jane and John Doe
Still trying to win the lotto
Roads smooth or full of potholes
Article after article on Monsanto
Business and vacation trips to Cabo
Valuable art pieces done by Picasso
He wanted a Gallardo and she wanted a Murcielago
Beauty can be seen from Lake Tahoe to way beyond Morocco
Regardless of it is or is not in a grotto
I like a lot of music from the DMV and Chicago
Songs made with many instruments such as the bongo
On any fish, beef or chicken taco
I'll stack toppings like cheese, tomato, sour cream and avocado
Girl didn't know how to cook anything including nachos
She called me el diablo
But never el chapo
At the end of this they're going to hate, or congratulate and say bravo
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
potholes, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Every winter, all the roads
Are pocked and filled with holes.
So what’s the money used for
That we pay for all the tolls?
You’d think when they’d repair them,
They’d use something that would last
Instead of bargain pothole-fill,
Which breaks apart real fast.
When driving in the city
In the winter, my advice:
Beware of ruptures in the road,
More dangerous than ice!
Categories:
potholes, urban, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Potholes
The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes away.
* This is about the joy of riding on the highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police or by the less-than-civil contract labor manning toll gates.
05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)
Contest: A Grook for all occasions
Categories:
potholes, depression, joy,
Form: Grook
The road that I drive
Is riddled with potholes
I can never conceive
That life isnt just a role
A role in making good
Wherever we are
By helping raise food
In a drought area
To help the homeless
Find a roof for their head
Not turned away distressed
They just need a bed
The road is long and twisting
Many hazards are in store
Its called life, were not visiting
We only have this tour
So foot on the gas and drive
Help wherever you can
Pull into a layby
Pray for help from man.
Categories:
potholes, hope, life,
Form: Light Verse
They leave great potholes, when they pass away.
We tumble in so willingly.
Some are even given names...
like: "god please help me"...
or "I can't go on without you".
At times they jar us back to sweetened times.
before the beast grabbed the throat,
When forever sat plump on virgin vines.
Nothing can fill these potholes.
Matter of fact they get deeper and wider with the spade of time.
We constantly swerve around them.
Into the oncoming lane.
Face first into somebody else's pothole-pain.
These potholes are lonely-clever and join together.
Until every living breath, becomes a big black hole.
Filled with things that fasten tight to death.
dear mother hold my crumbling hand
(spring vines of yesterday)
a forty five year climb
from one pothole to another,
there's no peace until i become the pothole for another.
Categories:
potholes, angst, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
Don't get distracted by the videogame
Distortion effect hollars
Slipping tricky thumbs bothered
By coin slip franchise misfits
Cops in collars, never bother
Blowing up stop signs and mail boxes
Skateboarding through town, shuffling around
Cocktails and marsupials
Grins that shegrin amped up
Plenitude posed as holy redeemer
Careful when you leave her
Heart balloons carry an ancient tune
Blessed in tombs, caressed
magnetic earth chanting
There's room to escape
Videogame rantings insane
Categories:
potholes, adventure, fantasy, life,
Form: Free verse
The Street Department and the Potholes
By Elton Camp
Big potholes developed in paving all over the city
The condition of the streets had become such a pity
Citizens said it was knocking tires out of alignment
The city officials said no money for their assignment
“We would gladly fix the potholes if only we could.
But city taxes just aren’t coming in as they should.”
Yet the city’s money always seemed able to go as far
As to buy the mayor yet another luxurious new car
And even though they claimed bad economic days
There were funds for employees’ five percent raise
Whenever a councilman’s brother needed a job,
There was always enough money to pay that slob
So from the enraged public came an angry shout
The next election, they then threw the bums out
Categories:
potholes, funny, city, money,
Form: Rhyme