Short Byway Poems

times gonna let me do things my way
leaving you sitting along  the byway...

Read More

it rode the byway
was time for sex play
both minds was truning
our soul was burning
to feel reborn
WE GOT IT ON...

Read More

as we drove
an rode
the hiway byway
we had charm
layed in each other arms
kiss did this
like no other
we were
HIWAY LOVER...

Read More

as it when on the byway
the words you had to say
as you walk
and we talk
it driving me insane
it was hurting
TEARS ON A PLANE...

Read More

there is a road towards you
byway for those who do not know
short road is difficult for me
what do I do,if it is far away from love...

Read More

as i drove
and rode
the byway
it was a bad day
as tearsa
and fears
of loseing you
made me blue
it was bad news
i had the
HIWAY BLUES...

Read More

as we were on the byway
the car had its say
as it hit the ground
its was a loud sound
no one was around
yes  we  said brother
it was
HIWAY CAR TROUBLE...

Read More

he was plain
he wasn't insane
he won't change
he walk and talk
the hiway 
and byway
to have a say
did it day and night
he was the
KING OF CIVIL RIGHTS...

Read More

it was a time
when hate was blind
to some wo would come
with pickett signs
let there love shine
thet walk together
and talk in all weather
the byway  
FREEDOM LOVE HIWAY...

Read More

this was a task
in the past
you ran out of gas
it was hiways and byway
all  racea  had to faces
black brown and whitee
fighting for human rights
and  some
THE JOURNEY TO FREEDOM...

Read More

A simple French Carmelite monk
Into a most menial role he sunk,
A singular byway of life he trod,
Often alone and on his tod-
Practicing the presence of God.

Tribute to Brother Lawrence....

Read More

going to school
getting all the tools
its apart
of getting a start
it way hiway
and byway
getting where we are today
we has a lot to say
some crye some die
some say seedom
it was the
HI-WAY TO FREEDOM...

Read More

Lone, untravelled. Dusty, moaned through.
Before all such, I think
In a dry, but land's forgot roads
Oblivion's wish goads

What leaves, for its departure
Day's, unacknowledged in
Of those shadows, the saddest
Which lead to one's last rest....

Read More

just a minute
reflection -
just checking in,
just jostling,
against the rainbow of my mind.
just preparing,
just pausing, before taking
the byway to church.
where i’ll be -
just listening,
just praying,
just praising,
and remembering
just how blessed i am....

Read More

Unhurried, loose, easy 
Meandering, forlorn pathway 
Nightfall, greatness
Scenes, unfurl in obsess
Strolling byway, late day sounds
Dazzling splendors surround 
Among squeaking treetops crowned 
Seeing falling leaves, flicking 
Glimmering mist, crickets ticking 
With heavy steps, leisurely, plodding...

Read More

Nonchalant, casual, easy 
Meandering, desolate, roadway
Shadows in obscure, certainty 
Grandness, scenes, unlay
Strolling byway in blackness 
Brilliant qualities, encompass  
Strolling in darken, nightness 
Among squeaking timber-tops, echoing
Seeing sparkly, spotlight, flicking 
Glimmering striplights, ticking 
In relaxed, trudging,  dusk walking...

Read More

Road rage at starlit dusk, curdling like grilled blood
When noise of a hurried pack swerves with screams;
The freeway transforms into a  jail of time-muggers
As I smell the  acrid odor of jumbled agitation.
Pine boughs rest  and sway along the dusty byway
Thawing  a tired  mind to watch moonray above, lending light—
An evening  assured  open doors  would  welcome me home.


Seven For Chaos And Order
nette onclaud Contest 28 Jan 2017...

Read More

And now my final beer is at it's end

And I have taken far to many
handover blow's 

Book's

I've read a few

But then again to few to mention

Began a lot stood them tall then 
chewed them up and spat 
them out along the byway

And this i know for certain

Those curtains are just 1 prime example
of my many so many mistakes

I traveled with along the highway 

Because as a man I scored nought 

And more much more than this

I did it my way...

Read More

The scoffer sat upon his rock.
and spied out the ivy and hemlock.
He surveyed the surrounding hills,
Of the endless ranging catskills.

He said, this is all that my senses perceive.
Therefore, there is no other revelation to achieve.
From here I can see the moon and the stars.
But it is obvious to me that there are no cars.

But he only had to use his feet,
To make his range of sight complete.
For a mile or two down the byway,
Was a tree-shrouded highway....

Read More

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....

Read More