Rides Poems

Hot Air Balloon Rides

Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.

The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit 
for riding another one.

Felt no excitement 
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons. 

Seymour Rides off on a Harley

Seymour was sad that everyone generalized his kind
They do not think I hear, but it hurts, I truly do mind
They say we are slow, because we are snails you see
He did not have to tell me, said his Grandma Vee

She knew that the world made fun of the way they moved
In her day she had

Fantasy rides status quo

In silent drumbeats of depression
throbs a fractal life of no "visualization".
dandelions fluffing in howling winds
fight with Halloween "hallucinations".
behind the dusk of a sealed doorway lies
a vast empty space of no sun-showers...

I need a spaceship
to take me to a place I have never been
many lightyears away to another planet.
Where timeline untangles and "dream" floats
treading "whimsy" paths

Our Grandma Rides in on a Harley

We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right.

No Free Rides

Widowed Parker faced old age with grace

Brought a prostitute back to his place

Once she did what he said

She slipped out of his bed

Where he died with a smile on his face

LONER

He's a certified loner
Very Independent
Always doing everything
Without anyone support
Without confiding in any
Due to betrayals in the past
Always focusing on personal interests.

A self consultant
Always talking to self
Many label him crazy while bullying 
From their own awareness 
They're not aware of his pains and shames
He's always consulting himself
No longer trust people with his weaknesses.

Always staying in his

Jack O’Lantern Rides

            one hemisphere lit
         of split   
personality;
Jack O’Lantern rides,
spurring the midnight stallion.
Ichabod’s head spins ‘round,
             fear comes forth furiously,
   

Summer Bike Rides

Bugs hitting my face
Wind in hair, feet on pedals
-Eleven again!

She Rides with Lions

"She Rides with Lions"

That Queen rides like God
She rides with Lions 
like she could harness the Sun 
Her many arms throw fierce Durga destruction 
as She holds tight to what means most to Her resurrection 
hidden and held in the arms behind her 
like a Mother all Trouble untroubled
the cub hidden and held for protection

Her

The Man Rides His First Donkey

Matthew 21:2-7
King James Version
2 Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.

Reread the passage. A man who had never ridden and a colt that had never been ridden. 

he tied the donkey 
unridden

Luck Rides A Stick Horse

Luck Rides A Stick Horse
Miracle Man
1/2023

My old Bronc Buster friend named Bucky.
From a California city that’s named Truckee.
He paid me no heed,
concerning his steed,
So old Bucky, from Truckee, wasn’t lucky.

Nonchalant Monkey Rides Elephant

Nonchalant Monkey rides the masked elephant in swampy bend.
We wonder where he found the likes of this mysterious friend.
Who put the mask on this beast? An inquisitive star child asks.
The monkey keeps mum, no surprise, but it was quite a task.

'as the Misty Moon Rides High'

The end of this day draws nigh,
The morning sun giving in to the night.
The pain I've always hid holds me tight,
'As the misty moon rides on high'.

The life I held with importance,
Slips from my grasp and into the furnace.
I hope the night sky gives me assurance,
'As the misty moon rides on high'.

Just know that I

He Rides By Night

A polished metal skeleton 
gleams under a porch light.

He slides a silver tube 
beneath skinny legs,
pivots on a straining fulcrum,
meshing gears rattle,
knees unlock.

He rides by night.

A dynamo flickers
as head bent, 
he powers up hill and down.

He will not stop
until he gets to her parents’ home.

He arrives panting,
one window is still lit,
he imagines it’s her window.

He

As the Misty Moon Rides High

The corn maze full in October,
“As the misty moon rides high.”
Nighttime makes occasion sober,
Still laughter lingers, is not shy.

Headless, the hopeful, scans the crowd.
The high and mighty on his list.
With black stallion, his shrieking loud.
Like judge’s gavel shakes his fist.

One by one the kids are captured.
A pronouncement made with thumb thrust.
They share the hijinks, enraptured.
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