Short Rides Poems
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if for nooe els
get out help you self
being black
its a fact
you step back
some this is lies
let god be your guild
THERE'S
NO FREE RIDES
Used to love to ‘thumb rides’
‘til in a hippie bus a classmate died
His body chopped to pieces
~ no more need for father’s speeches
Widowed Parker faced old age with grace
Brought a prostitute back to his place
Once she did what he said
She slipped out of his bed
Where he died with a smile on his face
A cowboy rides upon his steed
'Cross the open plain, to his love,
Her loving, open arms, he needs
Sent from the true Heaven's above.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.14/2005
Mildest autumn on record up here
What will become of us in future years
Will we all melt away
No more rides on a sleigh
Just a horse and buggy, no muffs on our ears
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat
regret rides in upon a ghostly carriage
no, nothing within it's shell but darkness
which done to me that all is equal
the driver a bald lie of pain with memories
which road i no longer ride.
:: 04-25-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
Lovely bunny head girl rides the carousel around and around
She tries to always choose the tiger with stripes of brown.
Tiger looks for her in every Wednesday when she is easily found.
Climbing on his back to ride him happily up and down.
Nonchalant Monkey rides the masked elephant in swampy bend.
We wonder where he found the likes of this mysterious friend.
Who put the mask on this beast? An inquisitive star child asks.
The monkey keeps mum, no surprise, but it was quite a task.
Luck Rides A Stick Horse
Miracle Man
1/2023
My old Bronc Buster friend named Bucky.
From a California city that’s named Truckee.
He paid me no heed,
concerning his steed,
So old Bucky, from Truckee, wasn’t lucky.
We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right.
Carnival 4th of July
Rides so fun, they make you cry.
Children screaming in high pitch.
Barker yelling, looks like a witch.
Vendor games you have to try.
Please come back, 4th of July.
Fair magic, I have the itch.
Can’t win games, due to the pitch.
Hay rides and starlit nights
Spooky cresent red tinted moon
Howling and the owl schrieks
Big eyes strain to see where the noise originated
Prickling skin and scary masked raiders
Screams and little feet take flight
To the bonfire and mom's warm arms
Light
Reflects
From the clouds
Floating in blue
Like cotton islands
All surrounding the hill
Where squirrels play in the trees
Rich sap green covers all branches
As they flutter in ripples of breeze
Peace rides with the sun, she’s heading to set
Heidi Sands
9/23/21
Seemingly endless car rides.
Screams for my sisters,
Shouts from my brothers,
And threats from my parents.
Finally arriving just to spend my entire day unpacking.
Dragged to the beach and forced to burn in the sun.
I hate vacation because of the feeling of being away from home.
Two autos both tried to have sex.
A pity they both were such wrecks!
With great apprehension,
One lost its suspension.
Old banger sex – oh so complex!
12~21~14
Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Checked using how many Syllables 8,8,6,6,8
~awarded 3rd place~
He Rides
When he gets lonely he rides,
all through town,
up and down
the small town streets and neighborhoods.
He lives alone,
his wife is gone,
the days are long,
so he rides.
He returns home to rest a while.
The walls start closing in,
he knows nothing else to do,
so he rides again
My hopes were high
For a future that held
Change riding in fast
On wild horses
Bareback and free
On a sunny morning
I saw my life being
Born again
It’s mother was a young
Possibility
Brimming with expectation
I watched as labor pains
Became growing pains
And my life darted
Steadily towards the horizon
Form:
Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-
Run away, his red flame mane-
Unto all it is in vain-
For unto death, knows no laws-
Cannot tell, humanly flaws-
He rides in darkness every night-
Vain it is to run or fight-
Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-
Matthew 21:2-7
King James Version
2 Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.
Reread the passage. A man who had never ridden and a colt that had never been ridden.
he tied the donkey
unridden colt, they waited....
a man rode the colt
I am riding my spider to pumpkin town
She was singing this song as she flew down
I ran off when I saw the size of her steed
He was so scary, I think I may have also peed
Spiders do not usually scare me but this one was a brute
The witch saw my face and she started to giggle and hoot
I was not so glad to hear her enormous rump toot
There was a stench that nearly made me fall off my stoop.
Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.
The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit
for riding another one.
Felt no excitement
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons.
Soft and wet she cries
She gave her soul to him
Yet he just grunts and rides
And rides
Deep inside he just rides
Her head is dizzy with love, pain & shame
His full of lust and pleasure
A man insane
He speaks kind soft words to get her here
She is grateful for affection, to be held near
Him an abuser
A sick and twisted looser
Her a precious flower, her spirit divine
Always drifting in love's moments
Forever lost in time
He rides....
When popping a letter in the post
before you lick it and stick it
consider all the trees which would go
to grow a bigger and better thicket
if we don't wait it's not too late
what with black rain and red tides
while fossils fuel our vehicles
petroleum product-propelled rides
turn a new leaf is my belief
as going green keeps this planet blue
Shank's pony makes all the sense in the world
it's quite the right thing to do
The corn maze full in October,
“As the misty moon rides high.”
Nighttime makes occasion sober,
Still laughter lingers, is not shy.
Headless, the hopeful, scans the crowd.
The high and mighty on his list.
With black stallion, his shrieking loud.
Like judge’s gavel shakes his fist.
One by one the kids are captured.
A pronouncement made with thumb thrust.
They share the hijinks, enraptured.
Price worth ticket - fear was robust!
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