Have to win this race
I'm losing face at a pace
Running out of breath
I've got a peace plan
I'll come first and you second
It sounds good to me
Do you not agree
Should not have started this war
Back to where we were
I miss the days when dusk meant bikes..
Bare feet, scraped knees and muddy hikes.
When time moved slow through summer skies..
And dreams still burned in younger eyes.
We chased tomorrow with prize in sight..
With sleepless hearts burning bright.
And growing old seemed nowhere near..
With not a single thought of fear.
The clocks grew louder day by day..
As moments quietly slipped away.
We earned our wage, we paid our dues..
Yet somehow lost the life we’d choose.
Now tired souls sit still at last..
And sift through memories of the past.
Remembering peace we brushed aside..
While racing through this hurried ride.
Perhaps the richest hearts we keep..
Are not the ones that climbed so steep.
But those who learned, though late it seems..
A gentle life outshines all dreams.
LITTLE RICKY RAN THE RACE
HE RAN IT AT HIS OWN SLOW PACE
LITTLE RICKY WASN’T FAST
HE ALWAYS SEEMED TO COME IN LAST
RICKY REALLY DIDN’T CARE
HE JUST WANTED TO BE IN THERE
BEING THERE IS NOT A SIN
THERE’S MORE TO LIFE THEN JUST A WIN
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THE PACE
IT’S JUST IMPORTANT THAT YOU RACE
YOU NEVER KNOW BY BEING SLOW
YOU’LL SEE MUCH MORE THERE AS YOU GO
THOSE WHO TAKE THEY’RE TIME IN LIFE
SEEM TO LIVE WITH MUCH LESS STRIFE
LITTLE RICKY MIGHT BE SLOW
BUT SMILE HE DOES WHEN ON THE GO
“Ran to the Sky”
By Positive Mark
They say my God hauled a**, and ran to the sky.
In my search, I gave birth to an all seeing eye.
I hardened my skin with a roll in the gravel.
I carried a cross as I traveled.
Traversing the earth, and all of its girth,
big belly black skins call Amen in church,
yet still don’t know their own worth.
They don’t even know who they are speaking to, when they say
“Amen.”
So I sought out the council of Haida Shamans.
They offered their help to me gladly.
They said “Shoot those below who treat each other badly.”
They said I live in the land of plagues,
and half of my people still want to be slaves.
So I hauled a**,
and ran to the sky.We
Tip's of Women?
Lounge flushed
In delusion
I plays
Issues of wear
And weather's are vain
Tip's of women
Tied entrances
As low as old war
Gushes enter our floor
Isn't hours tasking?
Asnt looming often rooming
Rooms join dolls bury
Hands praying? So ways say
Papers run in the filled nights
Breaking ideas, counts, verses, checks
On tables and on the mind
City damsels, men aren't rhymes
Okay honey man
Driftwood apartments
Kevin issues jazz
You accident prone today
Chaska home
I have been behind San Francisco Paris
Says speaks for itself
Fearless abandon
Call on shores
Runned in
Hip at the door
Night the session
Strange moon wander in question
Illusive paints
Harken of tame
Tara I uncover
Repent dowry upon my branch
Eyes drafting midnight
Hourglass tarnish adventures
Lost rehearsal
Casper the Friendly Ghost
was youthful and wanted one thing the most;
each show he searched to find and make friends.
kids always ran; maybe the wispy can't plan solid ends.
To the Cat Who Ran Away
You left so quietly one day,
We didn’t hear your little feet.
You slipped away and gone ,
While we were all busy with work.
You were never meant to stay in,
You loved to chase and roam.
But now the house feels strange and sad,
Without you here at home.
We call your name, we check the yard,
We leave out food and wait.
We hope you're safe and warm somewhere,
And not too far or late.
If one day you come back to us,
No need to ask or cry—
Your bed is here, your bowl is full,
We’ll greet you with a sigh.
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
if the sea ran dry
every soul would know it
die; then be noticed
I ran into a man who was mining
clouds for their silver lining.
And for just a smile, you could buy
an endless supply of good cheer from this guy
to keep the sun in your life perpetually shining.
My basset puppy ran off with my essay
She even stole my mail
She cleaned out all the fridge
and wagged her funny tail
She went through all my papers
and threw them on the floor
Oh that crazy basset
She almost broke the door
I did not stop her
I wanted to find out more
And that is when I realized
Her tongue could clean the floor
She brought me so much joy
I really couldn't complain
This crazy basset dog of mine
Put sunshine into my life and kept away the rain
Whenever I was sad
She'd lay her cute head on my lap
She wouldn't eat or move
Until I took a nap
I couldn't believe my eyes
When she ran off with a broom
She skidded all over the tiles
And brought new meaning on to how to clean a room
Emotions ran deep
streams in their souls
A lack of attention
the thief that stole
The beauty and grace
from their hearts and their face
Left behind nought
but a chasm of space
‘Intimate gathering’
advertised
Curiosity piqued...
poked my head in
~ cozy canoodling
__________________
'Ran it up the flagpole'
(to see if it would fly)
was an overused ploy
from the advertising
world of the 1950's
and 60's.
Goldilocks was found lying in bed
at a house she broke into
they say she jumped out the window-
her fear of the bears was so great
but I know Goldilocks-
she was my best friend in middle school
and my next-door neighbor.
I offered her oatmeal- she fainted
I invited her for a sleepover- she screamed
we went to the zoo- she ran home
But when we saw three bears walking in the woods,
she calmly walked up to them
and invited them for dinner.
I lost my best friend that night
for her only friend now is a bear.
Cloudy McGlirk moved into the house at the end of the block.
I ran over to meet him, to greet him, to see if he is on Tic Tock.
Some later said I was way too forward, which I sometimes am.
He tipped his mangy red baseball cap to me, and called me Ma’am.
I stared at him, not understanding because he is wrinkled and old.
Ancient actually, but he was treating me as if I was collectors gold.
A rare relic just pulled out of a sixteen hundred pirate’s treasure chest.
I tiptoed away before I answered, because I think this was the best.
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