I'm making my way to Bulgaria
I hear their moussaka is ambrosial
I've tasted the Greek moussaka
the one that's made with eggplant
I hear that fancy Djanny Restaurant
of Sunny Beach is Bulgaria's finest
they favour premium potatoes
I bet it'll make it worth the trip
Categories:
route, food, hope, travel,
Form: Free verse
I flew the international route
Had an epiphany, no doubt
Surrounded, the mix of folks
Of ages, languages, life walks
What if we suddenly can share
One intellection, maybe pair?
A story from a distant nook
Earth’s wisdom, ready for a book
Of money, family and love
Tradition, habit thereof,
How we can learn, and why we don’t?
Out of indifference, we wouldn’t
This plane, a sample of mankind
Hey, guys and girls, come read my mind
I long to share, trick or two
You get to wear my old shoe
But no, they slept, restrained and fed
No brainstorms or plans instead
No passing secrets, gained advice
Within our reach, free and precise
No business chat, no meeting place
Or knowledge gained in plane’s space
Polite and friendly, shut as clams
No handshakes offered, only dams
We ate, we read, had movies watched
This opportunity was botched
And as we land - “goodbye, primates”
We split and run, to transfer gates
March 22, 2025
Categories:
route, culture, travel,
Form: Rhyme
“The strange is the inscription on the wall seen by the gifted. It’s the enigma they run from.”
- Quote by Poet
Losing sight of the light,
Encumbered by the night,
The daylight is not freedom’s way,
There’s a strange for each day.
March 10, 2025.
Categories:
route, inspirational, light, night,
Form: Rhyme
Running away from dullness
Sneak riding without a helmet
Not caring about state rules
Loving my hair blowing behind me
Traveling west on Route 66
Because it has a lyrical feeling
And it travels through so many states
Wanting to be young one last time
Left my phone at home along with a note
And my pots, pans, and brooms
My husband will not be surprised
He met me on Route 66
Categories:
route, travel,
Form: Free verse
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.
Categories:
route, anger, emotions, feelings,
Form: Curtal Sonnet
When Whitetails are roadkill
someone must hurry
(I presume they hurry),
to pull the carcass off the blacktop.
A dead deer makes quite the road bump.
It's a sobering thought
as I head along the freeway
one late, and teeming night.
The details of sudden death
are so quickly obscured,
blood swiftly swished away
by the hosing storm.
Is there a wreck in a ditch,
shredded rubber, broken class -
all the diverse debris
of a head-long convergence?
You presume human remains
remain somewhere,
one just has to conjecture the best
of the outright worst.
Behind your rearview mind
the unknown
is still rushing to clean up
all your messy assumptions.
Even so,
carrion crows still hang
from your thoughts.
Categories:
route, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Wherever you choose to go in life
Wherever you travel about
Whenever you get the chance…
take the scenic route
Categories:
route, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Temporary loss
Need new plans to avert flaws
To get to the top.
Categories:
route, dedication, inspiration, perspective, technology,
Form: Haiku
When I leave this clinic I must drive north
Not south
South goes past a high school
Which will be letting out upon my arrival
All I need is to be driving in the middle of a bunch of teens
who drive like Indianapolis 500 race car drivers
Playing chicken, honking, flirting,
There is also road construction which means waiting.
I have been waiting in this clinic for over an hour.
I hate waiting!
Head north I tell myself.
Head north.
Head north.
Head north.
My car automatically heads south.
Categories:
route, travel,
Form: Prose Poetry
It was grim and gloomy
Devoid of hope for freedom
They were bound and thrown
Into man’s maximum security
After severe beating and humiliation
In utter hopelessness
But God was still saying something
And so they did not give in to fear
But chose path of prayer and praise
And God who relishes the praises of His children
Swung into action with an earthquake
Rocking the maximum security prison
To its foundation and unto freedom
For Paul and Silas
Whatever is your situation today
Do not despair or give up
For even when He is silent
God is still saying something
Take the route of prayer and praise
They never fail to attract His attention
Nor His saving Grace
Categories:
route, allusion, bible, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse
Jesus came to earth full of God's love
but also full of His perfect righteousness
for God's son lived a truly holy life
calling His believers to show His godliness
They are many who call Jesus Lord
thinking their lives have pleased God
but the Lord sees into every heart
knows their every thought even the flawed
God has a gift for a holy life
to live with Him up in heaven
there they'll be no place for sin
only righteousness to be daily living
The Lord looks down here for His will
seeking to see it lived out here
on those who put God in first place
living their life in godly fear
We must look to Christ of Calvary
there He paid for our salvation by His blood
through His sacrifice alone we must believe
for heavens door closes with a mighty thud!
So who shall enter the kingdom of heaven?
only those who do God's will on earth
for them the door is open to come in
having received the gift of spiritual birth
(Matthew 7:21
"Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.")
Categories:
route, bible, heaven, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
And you arrive with your pockets dumping lies
Dead butterfly tattoos covering the arms
Finding it modern to spend the night
playing minecraft and eating french fries
You arrive with your outdated verbs
Your childish behavior
The mouth spews unfunny jokes
because the head is full of herbs
You are not the best what could happen to me
And maybe i'm your worst mistake
Sure we are wrong destinations
Banging heads on a road to nowhere, can’t you see?
Categories:
route, destiny, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Earth life a jigsaw puzzle, soul navigates
Floundering about in vain
Fickle and fleeting is joy, so heart agitates
Measuring loss and gain
We see all around, perfect divine order
Planets orbiting the sun
Save man, no living creature a hoarder
High time then, we come undone
Looking back at the zigzag route we took
Delusion cause of our bondage
Soul not this body, seems we were mistook
Fears and desires, our form ravage
We recognise head and heart at divergence
Misaligned with throb of love
So we stand still, enabling joy convergence
With God’s will, hand in glove
Layer by layer, our cravings disappear
We become an empty shell
It is then we feel, bliss magnetism spear
Fulfilled at last, all is well
05-December-2021
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
route, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I'm on the hunt for comprehension.
Furthermore, I'm on the look for attention.
Life may be tough, and there's no success.
From the standpoint of one's mental wellness.
Rainbow wishes for kids with tolerance
Guardians have encountered an inconvenience
Our actions drove the world absurd.
When youth fade, It's ideal to be furled.
Overstating the pertinence of the real world.
What do you view promptly when you look around?
Parents wish you had been a kid for a longer stage.
You're guilty, but you can't undo what you've raged.
Your hair and eye color reflect your likability.
To recognize your skin and dress so lovely.
You're unique in shape and appearance.
You're not the same as your twin if you reappear once.
In the meanwhile, be patient where you are.
And continue to do that same dedication spar.
"Let's bear the costs and act forward with anything."
You have merely started living out your true calling.
Categories:
route, allusion, appreciation, confidence, faith,
Form: Rhyme
choose silence, not stupor
animated, poised attention
childlike joyous, playful caper
as an ever present orientation
object within dream awakes
choosing vibrancy in the void
agendaless, no desire at stake
essence of presence overjoyed
06-July-2021
Categories:
route, freedom, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
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