Hold my hand a while
along my side walk this winding road
~ together we’ll face the future
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
honking expletives
an irate driver
aggressively gestures
at my patient attitude
and the gaggle of geese
crossing in single file…
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Riding the road home
Opportunities open doors
Abandoning self, enjoy nature
Delightedly ride the road home
the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.
the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the light beams fall.
inflating the tire-treaded squirrel with a do-over.
the game goes on until sunset or the next rogue tire.
A moment of love on the road
When I cross the road, the cars stop
I see the drivers. I feel them for friends
I wave a thank you to them. Feel them for friends
They wave back to me. Feel them for friends
This was a moment. It repeats. Always
We are people. Don’t be angry. Put smile
Take a smile
We are people
We do together
The Life
Senryu 1
Road bends, turns, and twists,
We stumble, then stand up tall,
New horizons wait.
Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
Unknown Road Ahead
With no guidance ahead
Eyes aligned with strong mountains
Flows with current
Remain skeptical toward a bleak future
Vacant thoughts veer unknown
Curious rhythms sways forward
Linger mist winding paths
Stumbling blocks engraved havoc
With stubbornness, take a risk
Unknown road ahead
Hulk out with braveness
Rhythm echoes with boldness
Criticism along the way, just ignore it
Follow your own unique peculiar path
Dusk early morning
New beginnings
Stillness take a deep breath
Thriving for greatness
Write your own journey
Always with beautiful blazing coffee
Ink Hues On A Winding Road
Chapters turning
Leaves falling
Story telling
Intrigued animation serine
Deeper in every page sink beneath
Verge of complex themes
Rewrite unbound verses
Limitless parallel rendered
Lost in absurdities
Books for miles dusty planted in libraries
Sophisticated torrent
All the effort is worth it
Writers block
Brainstorming your thoughts
Achieve novel narratives
Ink hues on a winding road
Written passionate
The love of poetry
Turn every page, uncertain mystery
Dig deep, unfold in suspense journey
Walk with the author on the other side
With greenish sunsets with mint coffee
I am from nowhere
And everywhere
My home is with the open road
And the setting sun
On the horizon of the Pacific
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 8/19/2025 7:00:00 PM
( 7th Place )
Written: August 16, 2025
I have carried myself through miles of silence,
where the wind speaks louder than memory
and the ground keeps every secret.
I thought I had put out of sight.
A child’s laughter drifting through twilight,
the scent of rain that lingers like prayer,
and shadow in hand now behind my reach,
These are the pieces I collected along the way.
There are nights when the stars lean dazzling like lanterns strung across the dark,
showing the way about something unfinished,
something I swore to myself long ago.
The road teaches in whispers,
that regret has weight,
that love outlasts distance,
that every fall can still be a beginning.
I do not count the miles anymore.
I measure them in heartbeats,
in the quiet mercy of mornings
in the truth that waits at every turning.
And when I reach the place
where the horizon bends into light,
I will know I have not been running away,
but running toward—
the long road home.
Road Runner
When speeding, he was a blur
Wile E. Coyote used many Acme devices to catch him
But the outcome for the Coyote was always grim
Cartoon Character Clerihew Contest
Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner are a duo of cartoon characters from the Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies series of animated cartoons, first appearing in 1949. You can see them on You tube.
There goes beep beep Mr Road Runner
Who couldn’t have been beep beep much more funner.
But now we have no coyotes here -
I can always pretend that I saw a deer.
The chirping birds,
The falling leaves,
Foggy,
Mystic,
Sandy shores where all roads End
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