So we stood at the spot where
Two roads diverged on a summer day,
Kathy and I, Wendy.
Which way shall we go, Joe?
She asked.
Shall we go the same way,
Or
You take that one,
On the left and
I'll take the other?
What do you think joe?
So, Wendy,
She took the right
Path.
Different paths,
Different lives,
Different...
Everything.
She
Had her children, two,
And her career took her to the top.
And I
A mere sub the day she
Retires as principal.
I took the road less travelled by,
On the left..
Led me to you Wendy.
And us.
And our children.
Never had our troubles to seek,
Wendy,
Did we?
Had I followed her,
What would have become of
Me?
Would I
Be here now?
Would I be grieving so?
I'm so so glad I
Took that one,
The one less travelled by and that
It led me to you.
Cos you, my love,
Are
The best thing that
Ever happened to
Me
My Choice
One road is rocky
with many holes.
The entrance gate is
narrow and few find it.
It is steep, with a
long climb.
A narrow path
with treacherous footing.
But the end is a place
of eternal rest, beauty and peace.
The other road is smooth
with no potholes.
The entrance gate is broad
and high and many find it.
The road is wide
no guard rails needed.
It is a flat road, so
legs never grow tired.
But the end is eternal pain, suffering
and torment.
It is easy to follow the crowd
and take the road most travelled.
But, I will change direction
and take the road less travelled.
Some have Siri,
others have Alexa;
but my GPS
I call it Robert;
for it seems to always
take the road less travelled by.
I see the highway on its little screen;
while I meander
down some potholed lane
that somehow seemed to
have the better claim on Robert.
I swear I typed in ‘fastest.’
but Robert is pre-programmed,
so it appears,
to always take me via ‘scenic,’
perhaps he’s keeping fastest,
for another day.
U-turns are his specialty,
along with narrow lanes
with red signs;
bent in the undergrowth
‘Beware Heavy Plant’
with no room
for the passing there.
Two interviews;
and both that morning,
I’m sure some time, ages hence
I will arrive;
late;
for Robert
took the route less traveled by,
which has made all the difference!
The train
People bustle and rush on board
Me, I am already bored
I scored a window seat
I watch the trees fly by
Feeling sick from last night’s defeat
Which featured more whiskey than meat
Today I am heading back to you
Only, because I have nowhere else to go
My eyes are low as I try and stay focused
The green blur outside is like a wash of paint
By my side, an old man is reading
I wonder what it might be
Trying desperately to take a peek
Though I don’t want him to see
He is reading poetry
I love that
My hat covers my eyes
As I try to reach rest
Knowing now,
The road less travelled
Is the road that is best
I look out into the scorching sun
The treeless expanse is no fun
An expressway they are making
Disinterest in pedestrians they're not faking
The dust blows right into your face
As soil laden dumpsters against time, race
I am waiting for the bill "we must all pay"
As the kick-back takers like to say
Without them we could not hope for this belt
Our unmet need the politicians really felt
Planners and surveyors studied the road less, travelled
As our debt burden out of control, unravelled
They are on site as we speak
Cheek by jowl with the hoi polloi meek
How many have nots will ascend to use this expressway?
How many generations of children for it will pay?
I've chosen this path
to take by my own free will
I'm in no hurry
at this cross section
the road less travelled is good
I'm glad to be here
in this cul-de-sac
of sedentary and still
thinking, as an art
As the day comes to a close
Dwindling shorter
Each and every single day
As the warmth leaves our mouths
Materializing into winter spirits
As fall leaves us
And winter is welcomed like an old friend
As the earth proceeds on its last and final round
Round the Sun
Our minds begin to wonder
What was this
What was this revolve
Did I evolve
Did I take the road less travelled by
more than
Staying in the zone of comfort
What is this chapter coming to?
A thrilling cliffhanger?
An end of an era?
Once the pages are flipped
There's no turning back
Eyes straight ahead
On the road
Hands on the wheel of fortune ladies and gentlemen
Luck is on our side
It's a fine brisk winter breeze
The snow sparkling under the winter blue moon
The reds and blues
Interlacing into a breathtaking violet moira
12/12/2020
Winter and Emile Pinet
Road less travelled leads to our heart centre,
wherein we cognise vibrant bliss throbbing.
Only pure of heart can therein enter,
free from clutches of ego narrowing,
requiring mind body vaporising.
How may we do this, we hear ourself ask?
There is no doing needed for this task,
save choosing to entwine with the divine,
whereupon in surrender, we just bask,
imbibing bliss God wishes to assign.
07-November-2020
Timetable truency
Floods mind fluency
13th August 2020
For Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Ziket Contest
(first line maximum eight syllables,
second line maximum five)
The road ahead
Is best on either side
By desert scrub and sand
On both right and left
And it's tar is beset by cracks
Only permeated by painted white line's
That denote left and right of centre
But which is the correct direction
You should be
Fleeing
Or
Aiming
In the end is entirely up to you
Unless instead you choose to stay put
and put down roots
And settle for a road less travelled
There once was upon a time
Stories written out of rhyme
Swirling yellow rows of bricks
Munchkins Witches playing tricks
House that fell in lady slippers
Hit the bricks cracks and chippers
Celebration follow the road
Starts the skip for this ode
Never seen me I was there
I'm the guy that does repair
All those scratches kept it yellow
Fix the road I'm the fellow
On the four way intersection
Found you there your direction
Only problem straw hair oil
Picked it up with Toto coil
Raked up leaves soft and floppy
While you slept among the poppy
Road to city gloss and shiny
That's my shift only tiny
Asked the Oz to help today
Sent on road now it's grey
Watch yourself on this trip
Road less travelled not much grip
By the way they took my cart
Need to get back where I start
I'll stick around until you're done
Ruby slippers should be fun
I took a walk on a road less travelled
And all around me there were weeds
And brambles. The trees were bare
Of leaves and stood like frozen marble
I took a walk on a road less travelled
And I became confused, and lost
My way. I met people I didn’t like and
felt terribly abused.
I took a walk on a road less travelled
And that was a mistake. I thought
I could change my life, but that was not
To be. now I’m looking for a paved road
And I really do need some help.
It's conventional thinking unravelled,
Waiting on the horns of a dilemma
With brand new ideas : the road less travelled,
Takes me back to sixty-five – the summer.
Exams completed, leaving school behind,
I took a different route from friends and peers.
Engineering was what I had in mind
Instead of academic based careers.
An ad. in local paper caught my eye :
“Electrical Apprenticeship. 5-year
Sandwich Course, Electricity Supply”,
Leading to electrical engineer.
Yes. I took a less frequented pathway
And followed it to where I am today.
Fell into a ditch
Along the road less travelled
No easy way out
Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
______________________________
May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
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