Short Ramps Poems
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a propellor spinning on ice
Time ramps up slowly
circles at a dizzying pace
unfurls once more
~ ends on a note of grace
scraping and scrapping,
rolling on ramps,
trying tricks and falling flat.
Looking so determined although
you've been beaten,
just dont get anything,
scratched or swollen.
Form:
Summer heat ramps up.
My plans proceed in despair.
My spirit mired
~
My garden is parched.
I water plants as I can.
I fear some are missed.
~
They call out to me.
I can hear them in my dreams.
I sleep uneasy
Filling the breeze going through your hair
Hitting the ramps and getting air
Grinding the rails and riding around
Listen to your wheels what a wonderful sound
Doing heelflips,kickflips and pop shuvits too
I could never find anything else to do
I am a goofy foot skate rider
Who loves to challenge my track fighter
We flip and roll our skates
Into the urban lanes,
On the ramps, curbs, rails and streets
Beaming fun, as we darkslide,
Jump, flip and fly
Just to turn clockwise, to
Make it home on time !
Rambunctiously I go
Rambling in the dark woods
Randomly following
Range trails made by racoons
Raptly I watch among
Ramps, next to the creek bed
Rationalism leaves
ramps-noun-a wild plant much like spring onions with a garlicy taste
Chairs lined with stripes,
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears.
Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.
Nimbus sheathes, laden heart's dark swamps.
Gush the insides out, a hollow, eerie remain.
Crimson cascade moat round, forbid ramps.
Notions of brick and steel, power's sweet regain.
A firm cage hedges all woes of time's sharp pain.
Blithe strides bridge the cracks, prove feasible still.
No doors, no windows, locked in impossible will.
My Muse
Restless spirit of imagination sending daily inspirations
No procrastination for her assignations;
Sees every clue in her investigations - 20/20 education
Tomatoes on freeway ramps variation - daisies in sidewalk perpetuation.
8-10-20
Taken from The Tenth Muse - 7-29-20
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 4
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Poor old Mazda has now
gone to the graveyard in the sky.
There was nothing they could do
for her, no matter how hard they tried.
We only had her for a year,
Taking her away almost brought a tear.
Up the ramps and off she went,
Going wherever she was sent.
Probably to be melted down into a can of baked beans,
The end of all her hopes and dreams.
Walking home down brick alleys,
I'd click my broken heels
off to feel bare feet on
fall's cold streets.
Sneaking home to an
apartment I lived in alone.
I'd watch the patterned
colors of row homes pass.
Greys, blues, and tans
sadly rolling down the hillside
in long stacks.
Sitting domino's on curved
ramps, just one push
and they could all collapse
Form:
Experts summoned
War whoops drum on
Speculation ramps up
Excitement amps up
Convoys move out
Generals air doubts
Battle lines drawn
The conflict dawns
It does not go well at all
In the end heavy losses fall
The ground reeks of sweat
The rivers unusually wet
Even the winners groan
Misery's echo moans
Need I still divulge
Only losers win the Battle
~ of the Midriff Bulge...
A garlic knot, when nice and hot,
Is something that I like a lot.
One little bite brings pure delight
And ramps my taste buds outta sight.
The oil does ooze and helps infuse
Each bite with flavor as one chews.
It makes a mess but nonetheless,
It’s worth a stain on shirt or dress.
A health food nut will spew his gut
On why such knots are evil, but
He might just find he’d change his mind
If on one garlic knot he dined!
She’s taken to eating the people
The bones have all lost their allure
I’m uncertain the sudden attraction
And less so, the path to a cure
The dollhouse is going to need ramps
‘Cuz none of these people can walk
I found a chewed leg on the front lawn
It came as a bit of a shock
The upside is that we’re not ableist
Or that’s what the children report
But Dollmer is blitzen the yard now
Her poo’s filled with parts of all sorts
We're mailing Purim cards w Latino Food stamps, hence this poem will accompany:
Purim Amp Stamp!
Note the Stamps?
"Not chosen, Just Hurled"?,
Au contraire, They're Lamps,
Hot Tamales Unfurled,
Latino Spirit, Un-cramped,
Eruv Cha-Chas Whirled,
Courtesy, the House of Ramps,
Marano Purim: A Hidden World,
Andale! Andale! Ay Caramba Amps!
Freilichin Purim!!!
(Note: I'm handicapped, hence "The House of Ramps")
Storms Acrostic
Strong winds surprise.
Treacherous riptides stir.
O ff ramps spree.
R are rainstorms trigger.
Major rainstorms cause.
S evere hardships marvel.
S trong winds stir.
T reacherous riptides sleet.
Off ramps sphere.
R are rainstorms result.
M ajor rainstorms occur.
S evere hardships sweep.
7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The Loudest road in America
runs through a rolled out blueprint
of my thoughts today.
Eighteen wheelers hrough
neuron networks
blasting peripheral warning signals
on a numbed roadside flesh.
It is hard to hammer words together
amid the unruly traffic of this mind map
I am forced to navigate.
Yet poems come
even in the middle of war and chaos;
they emerge like rest stops or off ramps
on those long and dangerous highways
that thunder on to nowhere.
Destination
Is Our Choice
Written: by Miracle Man
7/4/2020
Life,
Each of us is a vehicle traveling toward a destination.
On a highway with no off ramps,
that allows no u-turns.
Only a rear view mirror reveals where we’ve been,
and our destination is by choice.
When our fuel tank reads empty- it’s too late.
Ecclesiastes 11:3
“and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north,
in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be”.
Too many
times
I walked down
that road
Too many
signs
said “lighten
your load”
Too many
faces
came out of
the rain
Too many
phrases
I couldn’t
explain
(now)
Too many
voices
attract
and repel
Too many
choices
heaven
or hell
Too many
warnings
in search
of an ear
Too many
mornings
in love
with my fear
Too many
chances
to hide
from the change
Too many
off ramps
that lead
— to more pain
(Site Of The Main Point: September, 2024)