Short Ride Out Poems
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We all have same god
It odd
We come together
Ride out the bad weather
Not a sin to make a friend
To hate bad for heavensake
Be strong we all belong
Never be weak
TIME FOR PEACE
Hypnotized by scent
lavender stimulation
orbital ride out.
14/02/2017
,
In the ascendancy, authoritarians
their regimes, totalitarian
Their world a joyless place to be
so take a page from history
Like Noah did, build your ark
a shelter in which you'll park
to ride out the era's stormy seas
'til dawns a new day's breeze
What is it about Sunday night
that the universe just can't get right
Sunday days, often serene
Monday morns, fueled by caffeine
But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and placid
as if all of creation just went flaccid
I guess I might as well cash in my chips
and ride out this night's eternal eclipse
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
Never too old to have some fun
Peddling slowly with shaded eyes
Dressed to be fit in off-color Levi's
A noon-time bicycle ride out in the sun
Loving each other, loving life
So long they've lived; husband & wife
Never too old to have some fun
(photo 1.)
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in ones life time
dreams and reality
or just a passing
until you grab a hold
of life
some of the beautiful things
happen when a person
has took all he can take
suddenly that fear
of failure
becomes a
flying success
ride out your heart
until
all hate is gone
until all vague
insanity problems
flare. live wild
and love while you live
Form:
A knight of roses,
A beautiful princess,
Ride out on a horse of white,
To the church on this magical night.
He takes her hand.
She takes his breath.
On his knees he then bows,
As they exchange their vows.
A ring on her hand.
Her love fills his heart.
The two meet for a perfect kiss.
To be lost in this night is all they wish.
spontaneous fits of anger
bouts of jumbled up disarray
Disheveled and violently shaken
Awoken From my slumber
almost had me mistaken
The glorious days are long gone
Have been that way for some time now
no longer do I cry or pout
I've learned to just let the situations ride out
no use staying in a state of somber
it is what it is
And that's all it will ever be
Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted
(with more corruption)
Into the valley of Meth
Rode the six hundred
Who would not ride out
Their faces pale, their figures gaunt
"We've found it," they said
And so they did
Searching for the greatest gifts
In the deepest shadows
They kept onward
It was waiting there
Shining in the darkness
Their last reward.
Form:
Some people
Are just a lesson
You know what I mean
People with traits to avoid
Ones that you seek
By the ones you meet
But I have met one
And by one I mean woman
I’ve met girls
That gave me something to be learned
Now I want it to be earned
She should not just teach me
But also grow with me
She should not be the one
I see as I ride out life
She should be with me
Together as we go through life
Listen to poem:
vexed to gall
no anchor for rancour remains
no safe harbor for grudges on crutches
nor bitterness born of regret's aftertaste
for we agreed to differ, with our bygones forgone
to move on to settle on a calmer, sheltered shore,
where rancour's chains and anchors hold fast no more
and we'll ride out the tempest with sails lee-bowed or on ashore
let it be, let it be,
let the rancour
be done!
Along the street, there was a horse;
I stopped and stared, but then of course
I had to trace it to its source.
I saw a horse, I saw a horse.
It was a thing from Neptune's deep,
awakened from its wat'ry sleep,
just standing there, without a peep.
I had to sleep, I had to sleep.
In night time dreams, I mount my steed
and then ride out to do good deed
for some poor soul in hour of need.
I do indeed, I do indeed.
First day back
And the two little heads bobbing up and down
Their tiny feet pumping their pedals
With trills of laughter trailing behind them
Are getting further from me.
Their legs are stronger and their world larger.
I freeze on the on the sidewalk
Struck by their growing independence...
Both in awe of their perfection
And proud with a twist of melancholy
As they ride out to a world they are making their own.
thunder rolls in the distance
lightning zigzags in the evening sky
soon rain will beat down in torrents
from the low clouds on the horizon
baby, come kiss and embrace me
let's make love as we ride out this storm
let all of this mounting passion
match the energy going on outdoors
let's light a couple of candles
and dance in their flickering light
while you whisper to me a sweet love song
and the storm burns out in the night
The tropical storm moves closer
Brings wind and choppy seas
From my window it's a gray mass
But ride out the storm with me
Trapped in total isolation
All alone in my pain
Even the joy of the Seagull
Disappears with falling rain
The rain brings it own small comforts
Water to make things green
Clouds to hold sun's thermometer
Time alone to daydream
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Written: June 08, 2013
Posted July 02, 2013
On a cold, dark, late April morning
beneath white, frosty blades of grass
and lacy labyrinth spider webs
I found two dormice, frozen in a bottle.
Eyes closed, tiny hands in prayer-like pose
furry tails wrapped around in last embrace.
It's easy to imagine the two together
seeking warmth and comfort there.
Or, after climbing in, they could not escape;
find their usual warm, soft nest
ride out this unexpected April frost,
and find a little treacle well.
Holding out for a sign of life.
You're distant now,
And distance severs love
Like love separates difference.
True only to our hearts, and minds
And never to desires of the flesh -
Solid and alive with darkness: -
Every cell a reminder of that
Which we cannot control.
I'll live this life only as long
As the sunlight keeps flickering
Through the black clouds above -
Helpless and constant -
Reminding us that hope is here
To help us ride out the storm.
When I played sheriff in a desert town,
I would ride out at sunup on the chase.
My little sis would watch me with a frown -
She always saw the worry in my face
For she knew that death had entered the race.
When I returned she would swing on the gate,
Give me a broad smile and a tender kiss.
"Did you get 'em, Roy? Send 'em to their fate?"
Now she is gone and Lord knows that I miss
"Did you get 'em Roy?" from my little sis.
7/13/2017
For contest English Quintain for Janice Canerdy