Short Hairpin Poems
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It’s hard to imagine being born with hate
But having a hairpin trigger for it certainly is.
Having hate after a few decades of life’s ups and downs
Is almost to be expected
In fact may be the exact thing needed
To create an adult that has
No space for hate.
(10/20/25)
There were 36 hairpin bends down the hill
Our gentle bus driver had 50 lives on his bill
18th curve had a buzzing biker zoom with skill
Sensible bus driver didn’t budge an inch still
We all cheered like teen girls in skirts with twirl
The biker backed off 3 curves down like worm pill
Oh dirty little snowflake
freezing my sidewalk,
and the tears on my face
Oh painful little dart of ice
cracking my hands,
Little hairpin slice
Oh blustery blizzard wind
blowing through my jacket
Letting the cold in
Snowstorm warning
it grows stronger now
when will the warmth return?
Some relax by swimming in a pool
Others chill -- hang out, act cool
Some like to go for a walk in the park
Daredevils take hairpin turns in the dark
Whatever puts you at your ease
It could be swinging on a trapeze
As for me, the recipe is tried and true
Whatever comes my way
~ long as I'm with you
Life is a roller coaster
No, no, no. That’s been used
O.K. Life’s hard, then you die
Nope. Heard that one too
Alright. Life’s a series of hairpin turns
A little overdramatic, perhaps
Hmm… Life’s a sucker punch to the gut
Anthony Blinken would sue me…
O.K. Life’s a never-ending series of surprises
Eh… Way overdone, don’t you think
I’ve got it now: At today's prices
Life's a never-ending crisis
Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told
Of swimmers dragged into its fold
Incautious choices, foolish-bold
Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled
Of hairpin turns on mountain roads
Huge semis bid farewell to loads
Then likely starts an avalanche
Once boulders fall, they can’t be stanched
When life’s not valued, thrown away
To God we turn and fervent pray
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Life’s
Unpredictable,
Earth-shattering at times,
Interspersed with uncanny calm.
Life’s
Peaks ‘n’ valleys,
Curves ‘n’ straight-a-ways,
Hairpin turns ‘n’ lazy “S”s.
It takes a steady hand
To navigate the journey.
Unwavering balance
To conquer the narrow path.
An unrelenting gait
For striding toward the goal.
Eyes focused on the prize.
Arms reaching for assistance.
He sees my plight,
He walks to me,
He grasps my hands
And leads me through the clutter.
I'm trying to run straight
on hairpin turns
on the left side
because they told me
that's where runners belong
Lake Lure I learned by curves
in midafternoon
I don't read the papers
I am happier that way
I know the song
of an indigo bunting
My song is still
a copycat
of a northern mockingbird
enjoying the day
The water rubs the rocks clean
longer than making the best of love
That I was the water, the rocks, the roads,
certain of shape, direction, and time