Short Highways Poems
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Her license plate read, "Look Up"
Heaven blessed her dirty tires
As she rolled along highways
Clinging to her faith
highways change wild hills
March wildflowers burst out first --
Homes show tulips, jonquils
©A. Deo, 04042017
At the wheel he gets carried away
ending up on the busy highways
goes very slow
horns start to blow
his lawnmower causing traffic delays.
9-18-17
So
In my
Traveling
Optimum trips
Most astonishing
Visiting states
Up and down
Highways
Zoom
2/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
~In going down life's driven roads and highways, Have you noticed yet?
Right is sometimes wrong when it goes left~
1/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
no physical adventure
can hope to compare
to the adventure of imagination
verdent green vines of ideas
lurk deep in the recess of my dendrite highways
waiting to surprise me
FREEZING RAIN, is there anything worse
Than driving slick highways, it's surely a curse
Danger is great
Time we must take
To make sure we arrive to write another verse
Goodbye
Is it all a sad
confusion dance?
I may abuse the
apathy cruise control
but behind your eyes
are dead highways to
nowhere
and I have to be
somewhere
comments?
Bulging nests of humid
Gray are closing in
on shining patches
of a distant white
pushing brightness
forward on the
windswept highways
of the skies: let Spring
come round to breed the light!
Markets are strong
as bridges crumble
Dividends fly
while highways collapse
Earnings per share
define false adoration
Gift wrapping burns
—on the last empty box
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Cars line the highways
with their broken life inhabitants,
coffined tributes to a last wish that got away,
android druids in mock procession
—racing toward the end
(University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
lizards mating die in electric lines
snakes coil hibernate lay eggs ---
dogs die crossing highways
same could be said of every animal
none is great when impulse strikes ---
could man claim exception?
19 May 2022
Across the endless march of days
Nature showing what will be
Best laid plans that come out sideways
What you get is what you see
Timeless trails turn into highways
Searching for a better me
The ocean is a highway
to be traveled far and wide,
you can travel it alone
or with loved ones by your side.
The ocean is a vast liquid world
filled with life unseen,
fish and whales and seahorses
swim beneath boats and submarines.
C-ar,
I-n
N-ew
D-irection,
E-mbraces
L-ife's
L-imited
K-ilometers,
E-xploring
Y-ellow
P-ainted
R-oads,
U-nderstanding
D-estiny's
E-very
N-ew
T-urn
E-xhuberantly
©bfa061425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Cindell Key Prudente)
roads are my memories
their dust my mind
their mud my body
hell and heaven
are my highways
winding roads
abandoned roads
route-less roads
these roads
are a travelling poem
that has yet to arrive
at any destination
but here and now
Standing by the colosseum
Is the time of the last persecution
When the houses of Caesar
call out for revenge
Byzantine highways have lost their sheen
thwarted tall ships fall
and trumpets sound
relics of soldiers roam
you walk to your fate alone
owl calls to her psyche
dreaming interferes
dendrite highways closed
breathing is a ruse
soul is in cosmos
hooting is unheard
astral travel
dusts away all semblance of
doom
body on auto pilot
until soul returns
to hostility of this world
my car is ugly
cheap is the price we have paid
comfortable though
my car is ugly
I do not impress people
traveling on highways
my car is ugly
people probably laughing
I do not notice
my car is ugly
I could not have driven this
in uppity youth
Bury me in the backyard
Behind ice cream and hope and faith
Next to dark car rides and unlined highways
Close to wet clothes and loveseats
In front of poetry and dreadful dances
Bury me in the backyard
On top of your hollow grave
Where you refuse to lie
Form:
The corners the cornerstone of the spectrum is none;
The validity of the spiral quantum some;
Virtual highways run;
Horizontal pathways spun;
Caveat abrasions;
Baptismal conversions;
On slots liaison;
Realities conversions;
Darken tunnels?
When Sam was broke, young, and foolish
He hit the road hitchhiking across the U.S.
Getting rides from cars, trucks, and buses
Going down the freeway and back highways
And occasionally in a city
Watching a tram passing by
Thinking perhaps
I'd rather ride a train
life's highways etched into her face
crevices and valleys, catching wisdom of the ages
an eagle's eyes missing no nuances or glances,
woman who is intelligent enough to keep silent
watching the eaglets make their own journey
earning their own highways and crevices
Roadways and divided highways and destinations to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice. Headed
Into a dead-end no outlet to take unconsciously.
Directions were given were very diminutive and insecurities
entered to forms judgments of self doubt and vulnerability visited.
Rip-rap for the sides of highways
Surge is for the smaller byways
Twos and threes, a nice good base
Twenty-fours, a French drain, place
Fifty-sevens to dress a road,
Sixty-sevens, for better flow.
Crusher run is best on top
And that is where my knowledge stops…