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Volcano Run part 2 - The Ride Home

At crack of dawn we headed out
before a cock or rooster crowed
and soon we found our asphalt path;
at home again, upon the road.

That 'greasy spoon' was our last stop,
Where we each tended to our ride;
we filled the tires and topped the gas
before we found our way inside.

Once we were seated I looked up
to see the

Volcano Run part 1 - The Ride to the Mountain

We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.

Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.

We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We

Ride the arc to rise between falls

fall down, up again —
smooth stone skips across the pond
each strike rings louder
on its own trajectory
vaulting bouncing once again

bamboo bends in wind
its defiance scars its skin
but it sways unbowed
dancing with rhythm resilient
on seesaw swinging wide ride

taste ash on my tongue
before the fire sets ablaze
to embrace failure
in bread of my own making
kneading loaves for noble rise

Carousel Ride

the clock strikes dusk 
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks 
to set the scene on fire

crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night

under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides 
galloping through infinity

then drums snare with cymbals 
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony

laughter jingle 
as the circle

ROY'S RIVER RIDE

ROY'S RIVER RIDE
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Roy rode
river's rhythm,
raucous ripples rising,
rubbery raft, raced the rapids
riding 'round rocks, rambunctious, rollicking.
Reveling, rascal, river rogue
rushed by reeds, rollicking
rambunctiously.
Roy rode.

Midnight ride

Sun's swimming low
diamonds in the waves
heart out with the tide
lost between a mountain and a molehill

Chasing the night
sky's got no stars
moon hiding high
trying to outrun what's been done

tires spinning on gravel roads
the engine roars
filling the space between
dead and dying

One More Boat Ride

Out on the ocean drifting, alone 
Thinking about- "His long and wonderful life" 
But with every wave pain he endures seeps deeper  
While sounds of the white caps help him to forget
The moon turns the tide to high before dark  
And so, he ponders; it's time...and he jumps!

Cosmic Dreamcatcher's Ride

Across the way, I can replay
Scenes from the past, like a wandering day
Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus
Among riders, hurried but generous.

As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared,
With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair,
Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises,
Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises.

Felt like an odyssey beaming with light,
And

Along For the Ride

(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)

Along For The Ride

The older I get the less I seem to know
Or even care
And the more I feel a somewhat detached
Observer.

I’m okay with this
Simply because there is no alternative
Although I’m sure a doctor could give me
Some drug or hormone to change my view.

And being okay with it,
Not resisting or

Ride or Fried

Compare my motorbike and air-fryer
Because at times they both can be quite cold.
So, when they are their buttons I will push
To turn them on, my touch must not withhold.

I'll warm them up until their engines roar,
And they will then be ready to excite.
Both giving me exactly what I want
A long hard ride, then a fat

Ride of the Fairy Queen

A regal fairy queen rides by
upon a puff of air,
her silky garment billowing
in wisps of soft blown flair.

Beneath bright beams of golden sun
she rides through meadows green
upon a tiny unicorn,
but so seldom are they seen!

Her light-colored horse is elegant,
a beauty such as she.
Exquisite in its form and grace
as all magic things should be.

A lovely metamorphosis
beguiles

Ride Your Wishing Star

Inspired by “Stand Up & Shout” by Ronnie James Dio

Ride Your Wishing Star

In our solar system, 
     the king of stars is Sun
even though this star
      you cannot outrun,
find a star and make a wish.
       Reach up to the sky.
Grab

Enjoy The Ride

Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all

a bus ride

A Bus Ride

I had bought a
newspaper in town and was taking the bus home
an hours ride
up to my village. I looked at the
headlines
noticed the paper had no date
 was I reading yesterday’s
today`s news or tomorrow`s
The bus was empty this afternoon
it struck me how silent it ran could only hear the swishing
sound of
rubber against the
asphalted road.
Then

Eurotunnel Travel

While sharing the ride
and not a lot to see or do
seated side by side
in the Chunnel queue
with commuters driving home
I took a look at the view
carpool tunnel vision syndrome

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