Staring into the clear blue Sky,
Tears Fill my Eyes,
As the crows come flying by,
High above the trees,
Dancing with the Breeze.
I'm Down on my knees,
Shoveling,
Digging up My roots.
Exposing bitter Truths.
Who I Use to Be,
The parts I Wish weren't me.
Opening the door,
I settle in.
Riding Shotgun with The Devil,
Riding to a different level.
Balancing the Machine,
Repairing the Seam.
Picking up Steam,
Becoming a Team.
How it may seem,
Unclean.
Yet Unseen,
Lie Lessons to Glean.
See the Important Role,
It plays Teaching a Soul.
Finding Light in the Dark,
I embark upon Dimensions,
Sparking my intentions.
Exposing my Ascension,
The Curses and Blessings.
Challenging and testing,
Keeping me Guessing.
It's my Hands on The Wheel,
I can see them from here.
I'm Feeling no control,
Going with the flow.
The best I Know,
Shining as I go.
Sharing my Light,
I stop to pay the Toll.
Continuing our roll,
I begin to let go.
Riding Shotgun with the Devil,
Riding on a whole new Level.
Teaching me what I know,
To Show Love,
To All Those,
Looking to,
Grow.
riding shotgun in
a jeep with no doors taking
in lakes beauty
A pleasant memory
I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!
Inspiration has abandoned me my life without muse
Creation just laughs at me what more can I lose
Thought keeps pestering me to try and think again
Concentration waves farewell to me smiling with a grin
Family seems lost to me though they are not to blame
Friends no longer think of me the reason being the same
Lovers simply ignore me as if I never existed
Strangers just look at me the outcast, the evil, sadistic
Pain seems to love me though for it never leaves my side
Suffering is riding shotgun in this pains miserable ride
Anger is boiling over tearing me apart seam by seam
Aggression is sizing up all of the hated as I scream
Positivity seems a little tied up to deal with my thoughts
Negativity runs the race within me and never will be caught
Physically my strength seems to be on extended vacation
Mentally my mind needs to eat for i am dying from starvation
bmdavey@02/16/23
Got Jack riding shotgun here,
Kerouac is reading some of his beat poetry
it kind of feels old school now,
but this is a first edition write
and he rocks it gently
on its heels
like a whispering Buddha.
Jack grins,
taps me on the shoulder:
"Hey man
you know where we're we going?"
I have to shout over the
throaty throb of the 1949 Hudson.
"To an auction house dude,
one day you're gonna be famous."
Jack lights another cigarette
closes his eyes
dreams of a distant country
that never arrives.
I’m riding shotgun in her car
as we drive through the night
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animal’s song
but San Francisco's almost as
far from this humid Oklahoma
night as Neil Armstrong’s cold
moon yet maybe I’ll get
past second base tonight.
the best rice pilaf ever
the present to her my tuna and cheese casserole
together, we make the taco salad and the cinnamon rolls, medium icing
butterscotch milkshake for me
blue bubblegum milkshake for you
the james gang is playing on the 8 track player
riding shotgun is the voice of steve marriott
in my head is some early loverboy turnin' loose
so blessed to still be here
the pandemic claiming 6 between us, including your Mother
i turn all of the music off and i hold you in silence as you finally stop 'being brave'
you sing your Mother's favorite song, half crygurgling, but still beautifully
'COME IN FROM THE COLD (COME IN, COME IN)'
i think about my own Mother conversing with yours
an andrae crouch song creeps from my lips
THROUGH IT ALL/OHHH THROUGH IT ALL/I LEARNED TO TRUST IN JESUS/I LEARNED TO TRUST IN GOD'
feeling this, you bury your head deeper into my chest
loving each other in the depths of another definition
we forget completely about the music and the food
the rhythm and the nourishment is coming from another place on this night
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Left toothbrushless mine pilfered along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such, found me wasted in Walmart, thieving Gnomes at the last homeless shelter are my suspects. His name tag said Elvis, greeting customers at the starting gate, navigating shopping cart jockeys with cherubs riding shotgun, my request for the location of items is answered Presley style "Past houseware" he Hound Dogged lip curled.
Among waffle irons and toasters in an aisle devoid of housewife print skirts, your memory purchased my thoughts, forging past bedding, linen sheets how we once tangled and ravaged, is that your image disappearing into lingerie.
Jesus on his employee name badge suffering from price tag neurosis."Love potion? We don't sell that vagabundo polo." He growled with picante breath.
You told me I could find everything I needed here, but not even Walmart has what it would take to make you love me again.
I hope Target is open!
©2019
I walk ‘n’ talk like a citizen, but feel like an American Alien.
I’m Canadian born, brought up by a Philadelphian.
Falling asleep at 3 AM, rising after noon
Instant fame and riches, happening way to soon.
Always being told to keep my head down;
On the road from town to town.
Pleasing the crowds, appeasing my manager.
Sometimes I think, I’m just riding shotgun.
If I ever broke my melody making,
crab claw pickin’ fingers
I’d be out on the street,
^^^
like all my other,
^^^
unfortunate s.
Ah, my teenage years!
Unforgettable
The fun driving lessons
In the summertime,
many moons ago
with my dearly departed father
lingering,
precious,
magnolia-scented memories
Perennially haunting
and tantalizingly close
to recall
I fondly remember
my father's patience
through it all
Riding shotgun,
helping me
steer the wheel
with a steady left hand
"Easy now, son...easy on the gas pedal..."
"Return the steering wheel after every turn..."
Oh, I remember
those calm, silken words of his
all too well
Memories worth
more than gold;
too expensive
to be bought
Lines Of Ten That Remind You What It Was Like Back Then Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 09/27/2018
I’ve spent my entire life sharpening my bullets
like row upon row upon row of metal teeth
that are shed when the shark is biting
riding the night sky lightening
lighting the night sky writing
God’s hand is forced
to sign his own name
regarding all unsettled business
the Devil’s keeping score
and I will see you when I see you
God is riding shotgun
I am riding God’s shotgun
Downtown dead weight
Hurled like a heavy piece of irony
Specks of sometimes riding shotgun
Blankets of stars that never sleep
Upheaval and missions of monsters
World gone wrong messages
Edging ever closer to weary
Sometimes a great notion
Readiness and tangible freedom
Waxing moons breathing shallow
Deliveries to empty doorsteps
Time again and again
Forward the motion in prayer
Forlorn and high like a kite
Innocence dressed immaculate
Down the road apiece
she paints ugly things in pretty colors
she runs with the devil and whispers with the saints
she is a good girl in bad times
she's a angel in disguise
you can find her riding shotgun
in the roughest part of town
you can find in her the softest heart
she is a flower blooming in a field of thorns
she is a woman to be reckoned with
and a force of nature to be feared
but she will always be kind and gentle
she paints ugly things pretty colors
and gives them happy homes
she really is an angel in disguise
(for the grocery store girl)
Assessments done summer sets in motion
Fatigue! way out? Screamed I
Gonna teach you a great feel, mom so certain
do away with fatigue, great! Screamed I
all in family moved with dash in motor
crack of dawn by sanctuary thrilled we
riding shotgun on the move by motor
trembling in fear held our hands we
baboons on all sides so near burr
run off with our snacks cried I you crazy
stags with branched antlers move great picture
foliage with blossoms circulates aroma freshly
sparrows,parrots,cuckoos taking to the air
flies taking wings great sight pleasure
mom raised smile fatigue any more dear
I yelled great mom so energizing very clever
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