Short Rolling Along Poems
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My dog was gripping my leg,
as I hung my coat on a peg.
Along came the cat.
Brown, furry and fat.
Rolling along like an egg.
<Within every writer's soul
is an untold role,
rolling along the shadows,
secretly, desperately seeking
the glow above the darkness
that gave it life in the first place
I'm finally slowing down after all these years
Yup! You heard it first... dragging up my rear
Had to happen
Still can't imagine
A young pup still am I rolling along in high gear
Wandering Mind
Today I have no plans other than to keep
Rolling along under the hot sun and hope
To find a watering place…. A cold beer.
Take no photos not speak to anyone, just
Drive everywhere and nowhere in silence
Often the third wheel between two people
Rolling along the median of life
The epicenter of two separate goals
Neither lane resembling my own
The wheel that no one wanted to steer
Loneliness on the road of several
Rolling along the median of life
Embraced
Your Dream Catchers
Have been tattooed on our culture
They Grace our hides
Our windows
And our rear view mirrors
Protecting us
Shielding us
Defining us
Circles
Web woven
Sinew sewn
Brandishing
Your Eagle's feathers
Rolling along
With the nightmare
In the mirror
Fading in the distance
***
There was a day on TV
When westerns were all the rage
Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
with Tonto kept outlaws in their cage
Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
old Charlie Wooster was the feeder
My all-time favorite Cowboy
had to be clearly Wagon Train
Flint was my all-time hero
my chief scout taking the strain!
How long has it been since your last poem?
It's sounds like a priest inquiring about confession.
What corners do I dare not look around?
Why the starvation?
We drop out and then feel this dying inside.
Rolling along with this death.
Words carry as much as you'd like them to.
I can feel myself climbing up the rope now.
(Though there is no rope.)
I need those platforms in the sky,
To know they're there in case I fly.
I found a skull the other day
Was it human? I think no way.
Twenty-two bones, and all of them say
Come on down, honey, we want to play.
It was a merry skull, truly gay.
Rolling along the South Side Bay
In life he told me he was Big Jay
I frankly did not know what to say
Because he was a talkative gray
He told me stories, sure did. Okay?
I found him on the east highway
Decided to keep him, this skull named Jay.
It Was Only a Dream
The days of rush and running;
The airport, the hugs the drive.
Our special gourmet lunch place.
It was only a dream.
The twinkling lights, pajama nights,
Planning presents, paper crinkling.
Lingering laughter, long goodbyes.
It was only a dream.
Breakfast out and you’re gone.
Time is rolling along.
I know it was only a dream
Of sun spent days, but…
Your forgotten present lies on the couch.
Form:
I was rolling along
just fine, thank you
until I came across you
Like a nail in the road, you poked a vicious
hole in my heart, and I went flat
And it was a rough ride
for a while there
and noisy, too-
ka-WHUMP
ka-WHUMP
ka-WHUMP
my heart pathetically
loped along
hoping you would return
to fill the hole you’d made
But now, it’s through, I’m over you
I have a brand new heart
and a much more
careful driver
at the wheel
Ah, writing a poem that just rattles on
no matter the reason or rhyme or a song
not slowing a second not slowing at all
just rolling along like a big mindless ball
or pieces of paper, blown by the wind
not reaching an end, with no place to begin
no purpose worth stating and none I could say
just blab a blab blabber and then blab away
I'll just keep it rambling, without meaning or point
I'll stretch it my friend while you roll the next joint
Moving on rolling along how long must this go on
I know I can count on you to keep this up on a roll
So don't slip and fall down like a clown
Smile and don't get down and frown
My friend you must try to find a way to say
Hey everyday I will not stay locked inside my head until I am dead
I am not Fred I am not dead
I will not lose my head
Moving on I will keep up with my feet
I will not use my seat
I choose to stay on my feet and of my seat
Form:
Waves
The new day was dawning
When I opened my eyes
The stars had been covered
By the Clouds passing by
A whisper of waves rolling along the seashore
I spotted them when I opened the door
They tried to gently pass on by
They were caught in the act
By a rumble in the sky
They were gone, as fast as they came
They’ll reappear to finish their game
They’ll roll and play gently in the sea
As long as I am quiet, they won’t hear me