Short Blacktop Poems

a country blacktop
no dotted lines to divide
making my own way...

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Shattered shards of glass
Scattered around the blacktop
Fields of long ago...

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The rain glistens leaves
Odd maple stars in night sky
Stuck to the blacktop...

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Bile-blood
Drip drops
On the
BLacktop
From my mouth,
Christened like
The cup
During communion-
This pavement
Shall be my
Chalice
I guess
Even asphalt
Can be a
Heavenly view....

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damaged vase ~ mosaic stepping stone
shattered glass ~ polished penant pieces 
tattered jeans ~ recycled patchwork art
cracked blacktop ~ dandelion thriving
broken heart ~ amended forgiver 

12-27-24...

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Rain falls down
watch it drip as it comes
rushing down to
meet its death on the blacktop
dripping
making life a misery
don't want to go outdoors
I am so warm
sigh
rain falls down
pouring on my head
As I rush to class...

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Gravel roads untill the blacktop came.
What was once home is now foreign.
I left town in emotional rain.
When I came back it started pouring.
This town is my home I can handle the change.
It's on a personal note why I grew up estranged....

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I love it when i
realise the day
The captured smells amidst the sunny prone
mixes of chocolate and spilled fizz
splattered lotion and water spray
melted blacktop and toasted toes
realising the day within the day
and the seconds within moments...

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Here's to that black top road
With a faded center line
It can take you place from place,
but can't take you back in time,

My eyes, they paint the sky above,
The stars shining and singing then,
Dust rolls off neglected words,
And I'm tired of this town again....

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Christians flock into their churches,
travelers hit the road

Searching for what’s beyond their view
in spirit overload

To leave behind the past imprisoned,
stilted and controlled

The blacktop chanting “come what may”
—a eucharistic whole 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)...

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Hanging like a natural backdrop
twilight with a twist of lime;
Colored like a red, white, and blue pop
the sky sparkles uncontrollably;
A brief moment ends with a hard stop
moonlight mixed with pyrotechnics;
Scattered before traffic can develop,
smoke in the air rings for a lifetime; 
Bright Buck shines on the blacktop....

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The icicles are dripping.
The branches lost their white.
The roads are back to blacktop.
Has winter lost its bite?

The drifts are slightly shorter;
The snowplows out of sight.
The mittens stay in pockets.
The sky has extra light.

The temperature is rising.
If weathermen are right,
There might be major melting,
Which will sure be a delight....

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I am locked out. 

My hope is in a cage, no doubt. 

My family is trapped. 

On the other end of the phone, their energy sapped. 

As I turn down that hall. 

Filled with zombies, they stumble and fall. 

My memories redacted. 

Because of how I reacted. 

To being turned to a teardrop. 

That falls from my mother’s face onto the blacktop....

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I find you in a Morning's dew,
A rising sun,
The moon anew.

I find you in a pouring rain.
Percussing blacktop;
Dancing in vain. 

I find you lying 'neath the trees.
Swayed to sleep
From a gentle breeze.

I find you when I least desire.
Unescaping.
Once admired.

I find you as my eyes draw near;
When we first met.

Away from you I cannot get....

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A goose hydroplanes
on a strip of wet air.

Comic honk,
wings backtracking frantically.
It blunders about directionless
as if bananas
were attached to its feet.

It’s the slick chill
making this happen.
The funny thing is,
it’s not even funny,

because a goose that can skid
on an ordinary blacktop
probably won’t make it
into Spring....

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Listen to poem:

Before The Blacktop Ends
David J Walker

The world wends 
	And extends 
A mile or two before
The blacktop ends 
It ends in dust 

	It ends in rust
Transcends the trust of 
Casuistic treasures

It measures miles 
It humors trials 
And tempers time 
And fills the files
	With pleasures
	Only pleasures

And clings to things
	Familiar
Before the blacktop ends...

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I still breathe…
When no one is around to hear it,
When life hits you the hardest,
And when it seems there is no reason to.

I step forward…
Even when the blacktop ends,
Even when there is no compass to lead me,
And even when the last star, at night burns out.

My heart still beats…
When you are fully out of view,
Or when all my tears have escaped me,
And even when all these words are forgotten....

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White noise echoes equally from wall to painted mural,
dancing like a whimsy wisp of width;
where waters drip and notes all slip,
sound patrols the minute holes that cause acoustic depression;
pizzicato strikes like bikes on blacktop every day,
leaving skids for little kids, loud scats scoop brats away,
with solos soaring boringly and duets dazzling dew,
it’s hard to not hear voices, different choices scream at you....

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Raised Iron works
thrust out of the blacktop.
Women-hole covers
appear; the tip of the spear
above new drilled silos.

Rubber slugs concrete.
Debora steers her way
through a slalom of
gender specific movements.

The road bucks under
her taught belly,
while fingers push
a wheel through
a video game maze.

Long laboring feminists
under hard hats
are digging her,
so she just smiles -
tries to relax....

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These streets I can feel beneath my feet.
I listen intently to feel their beat.
I'm walking to the rhythm of blacktop drums.
Subconsciously I'm in sync and my mind hums.
The tempo seems to mimic how I feel.
Imagined possibly, but for me it's real.
I now feel that someone walks with me.
I converse with those I cannot identify.
For some it's a reason to be locked away.
For me it's accompaniment to stay.

ChillNPsyco...

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the moon lays buried
where solitude expands
I'm gazing at lit billboards
and the broken lines on this blacktop
that lead away from the past

I'm longing for the morning
to rise upon the hills
I can't get the speed I need
but I'm still shifting gears
I'm watching for the sunrise
and blue sky days ahead

I sink with the darkness
I rise with each new sun
knowing when this day is over
the pivotal point is within reach
what grows smaller behind
is all that I leave...

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Early summer evening in the city
has its hypnotic hold on me
The way humidity mixes with warm blacktop and it's lines of lush trees
 I got a miles wide view of painted storm clouds rolling around the brick lined horizon
Echoes of children's laughter chasing the sun down,  the music of life lives here
 I listen as the late birds sing to usher in the night
Lightposts buzz like first stars appearing to shine on my path
 The pulse of the street  welcomes me
Home at last


...

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I'm speeding on this blacktop
taking corners way too fast
passing on solid lines
trying to make up for lost time

can I get there quick enough?
or is it way too late?
sitting at endless red lights
as dusk creeps into night

are you waiting up?
can you feel I'll be there soon?
I'm glancing at the clock
did you leave the door unlocked?

if you're asleep when I get there
I'll quietly slip in by you
when you awake in the early dawn
you'll be wrapped tightly in my arms...

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The road is sluggish,
trucks burn the sky,
the sun roasts the blacktop.
We crawl out of one place
only to meander and inch
into another melting byway.

I count hawks and buzzards,
play the same music track
over and over again.
The air-con blasts
as we tinker with the time
we have left
before we can reach
that cube of ice 
inside a cold margarita.

First though
we have to pour ourselves
out of a wilting car
away from the combustible
fumes of all these
overheated thoughts....

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