Changing Views
The coffee in my cup is bitter,
like the bad taste in my mouth.
I have been up too long,
to take back the night,
as the morning has come,
and it is bright,
beyond my dreams.
I have searched for the right words,
but they were hidden,
among the empty lines,
on the paper that has no limits,
except those, I placed upon it.
The pen is out of ink,
the pencil is broken in half.
The eraser has seen more action,
then the top ten cars at the raceway.
I choose to lose what I have not gained.
In the very submission of my sadness,
I have grown inside to see a new window
into my own soul.
The bright light of the sun,
renews my efforts,
to paint wind onto glass.
I will capture what is before me,
in humble thankfulness,
gratitude for another chance,
to succeed,
and not fail.
God Bless the new day,
in every way.
Beginning with all,
that I know...
to be renewed,
by all that I never knew.
Categories:
raceway, crazy, for him, graduate,
Form: Free verse
STAINED VIRGIN
They say a virgin is an undefiled maiden
An immaculate vestal
How else could she be,now stained ?
unchaste and smutty
tarnished and blemished
that's humanity !!!
STAINED is our religion
its no longer a personal race
but a raceway of competition
sanctuary has become an institution
for jeopardy to our disgrace
STAINED is our so called just government
Blood of humans lies in their hands
which has landed us in disfigurement
cause of selfish pleasure
blood shed all over homelands
yet no justice to measure
STAINED are our relationships
we prefer gain to true love
trust has turned into a treasure so hard to find
loyalty has turned to hard to equip
yet everyone wants to feel loved
when we're all disinclined
STAINED are our lives
everyone is in a rush to make it
never minding the consequences
we're ready to receive never willing to give
steady to commit,never set to admit
that's why we make accomplices
life is light
but what we see through it,is blood
brutal,reprobate,corrupt
has become the blight
profane and soiled has been the flood
she's too stained to be pure again
- Praise Irawaji
Categories:
raceway, break up, christian, heartbreak,
Form: I do not know?
A two car garage of cement blocks.
The tools we needed on the rack.
Winter was cold, summer was hot.
In our little garage in the back.
Many race cars built.
Everyone winners at the track.
All designed, built and fixed.
In our little garage in the back.
Go-karts, minibikes, and coasters.
Music supplied by an 8-track.
A replica of Coweta Raceway.
Next to our little garage in the back.
Learned to build what we wanted.
Must be done right, cut no slack.
Fast but safe, before it could leave,
our little garage in the back.
Lives shaped in the home they say.
But I believe it to be fact.
Boys become men while building,
in a little garage in the back.
The workers just doing their job.
Came down with a sudden loud crack.
They tore it down and hauled away,
our little garage in the back.
An older man now, thinking of my past.
All the cars built and painted black.
I finally have to call my very own.
A little garage in the back.
R. S. Morris
Categories:
raceway, america, father, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Journey to Tranquility
As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day
I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go
Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief
As we turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear
Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight
The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore
It is worth the drive every time.
Andreas Simic©
Categories:
raceway, journey, success, travel,
Form: Free verse
Mohave Valley Raceway is the place to be.
Lots of awesome people and races to see.
And should you happen to have a date come Sat. night.
Bring them to the races - it really is all right.
Drivers come from all over - even out of town.
To make it here on time, before the flag goes down.
We have drivers of various ages, courageous, loving, and bold.
Around camp fires and dinner tables their adventures are often told.
Racers are unique - a very special breed.
They'll dash to your side, when you have a need.
It's an adrenaline rush - the thrill of the chase.
A friendly competition to see who'll win the race.
You don't know what you're missing - not being at the track.
We have fantastic beverages and many a delicious snack.
So come one - come all and join us in the fun.
And cheer your friends to victory when races they have won.
Addendum: This is a real racetrack in Mohave Valley Arizona - they race every other Sat. 6 mos. out of the year with a Summer and Winter Break. I had the pleasure of being there for approximately 3 years. I have since moved to another state - but if you ever get to that part of Arizona be sure to check them out.
Categories:
raceway, car, drink, family, food,
Form: Rhyme
Barbagello Raceway.
We live in a place
Just up from the track
Barbagello raceway it be
The cars and the bikes
They race there all day
And this is exciting to me.
Every weekend
They gear up their motors
Making din that disturbs all around
But me, I just love it
Oh, I really I do
From these races such joy can be found.
The wonderful roar
That these motors create
Oh, how it thrills me to bits
Bikes are my favourites
But I love the cars too
I adore it, I love all of it.
When weekend is over
Everything goes so quiet
Until the next time comes along
And me, I can’t wait
I love it, it’s great
The noise makes my heart sing a song
Vera Duggan, 11 June 2014.
Categories:
raceway, car, sports, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
California Chrome’s bid for a triple crown was a no-go.
He didn’t win, he didn’t place. He didn’t even show.
The owners of the horse were hoping to pop the cork
at the Belmont Raceway in New York.
Down the drain went the hope for history with fortune and fame.
Many said the horse that won the Derby and the Preakness was not the same.
Loads of betters were disappointed. What a shame!
No thanks to another horse by the name of “Tonalist”,
another bid for a triple crown winner was missed.
Nobody will ever see me at the race tracks rambling.
No matter how you look at it, it’s still considered gambling.
Categories:
raceway, horse, race, sports,
Form: Rhyme
I am the owner of many possessions
A great big abode
A mansion if you will
Set on top of Hillary’s hill.
My mansion has many rooms
Thirty-four to be exact
Twenty-four to the front and sides
Ten along the back.
I own a raceway in Minnesota
It’s quite huge if you would
Forty-three cars a day
On a million acre wood.
My Lamborghini is in the shop
Threw a rod; I was only doing three-eighty
I do still have this trash heap to drive
A brand new Mazerati.
I have a runway for my jet
It’s parked just right outside
It gets a bath most everyday
And once a week I fly.
My yacht is on the lake
Three helicopters flew it in
I go there everyday to fish
And some days just to swim.
My mansion holds two restaurants
McDonalds, open all night
And when I want Italian
Marcellino’s to my right.
What a breathtaking life I live
With all the many amazing perks
I think I hear singing; my alarm clock
My word I’m late for work.
Categories:
raceway, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form: Free verse