Short Skidding Poems

I run and play 
While you're away.

       Uh oh!...

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trying not to roll
car skidding out of control….
bald tires take their toll...

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skidding tires-

                              crying at her funeral




Entry in the Broken Monoku contest...

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Skidding on thin ice
In dark streets

Surrounded by
Cold structures, breathing
Festering vagrants ... vagabonds...

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Skidding on thin ice
In dark streets

Surrounded by
Cold structures, breathing
Festering vagrants ... vagabonds...

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Sliding down the slope,
Looking like a dope,
Slipping through the trees,
Skidding on my knees,
Wish I'd worn my skis....

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sun
  gnaws
diamond
               smiles
bird flies
  moon covers
skidding
    down
pierces
   encircles
sparkling thought
in
   pursuit...

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We have a mild start to winter so far
So much better for driving the family car
No skidding off the road
No need to be towed
Even throw snowballs while playing my sitar...

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Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below

Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways

Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen

Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification...

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I'm skidding broadside,
 in a cloud of smoke.
What an awesome ride,
 as I go for broke. 

This journey called life,
 shouldn't be pretty.
Nor laden with strife,
 just keep the gritty. 

I'm totally fried,
 what a wild ride!
                  ~Johnnymac...

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This poem brings a surprise,
Once I came home with bits of pies
In my hair, kids did what they dare,
Food fights all over everywhere,
All part of sacramental life,
Church celebrations full of strife,
No, I am not kidding, 
In cream puffs we were skidding,
This Dracula finally left the scene,
You try teaching all those tweens!...

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Hornets came flying in from all directions
Skidding to a stop, showing no kinds of affections. 

They filled the kitchen, they filled the hall.
The wasps joined them and had a ball.

The mud daubers heard and tried to crash.
Which was truly pushy and rather rash.

A fight ensued, they stung each other almost to death.
I heard this account from my curious cousin Beth....

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Silly stupid me by golly
I just can't believe my folly!

I am just damaged way too much
To be in receipt of love as such.

Just for one second in time
I believed I could shine.

Who am I kidding?
Life around me is skidding.

Loving me is a nothing but a curse
Your heart will leave me in a hearse.

Happiness is just not meant for me.
Love, for me, not ever meant to be....

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Santa's Big Night

"Whoa!” Santa screams
And the reindeer freeze
Skidding to a stop
On the old rooftop.

In a coat of red
He jumps from the sled
Then with a wink,
And quick as a mink
Down the chimney, he goes
With a sack full of toys.

Then, in a sneeze
He’s up in a breeze
Flying out of sight,
Waving to all, 
“Merry Christmas 
And a good night!”...

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Night frost,
Shining on the road,
Slippery and slick,
Clinging to plants,
Clinging to cars,
Vehicle skidding,
Shivering in the cold,
Wrap up warm,
It's so icy outside,
Breath like smoke,
Fingers freezing cold,
Gloves to keep them warm,
Sand on the roads,
Sand on the paths,
Take great care,
It's icy out there,
When the night frost hits,
In the morning light,
Danger can be seen,
Sheet ice,
Take care....

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A dark night, no stars, no moon,
light rain
the rumble of distant thunder
a gunshot, close
the sound of feet,   running
loud voices,    screaming
a car door slamming shut
tires skidding
another gunshot
a pause,
footsteps on the porch
doorknob turning
a rattle of the door
deadbolt holding
police siren, closing fast
footsteps moving 
and then it stopped
distant thunder, light rain
no stars, no moon

6/2/17...

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Noon daydreams slip
     along the stair rail
              dripping sad puddling
pools of
     persistent struggle ~
faith slip
           skidding
down
          slippery steps
bump
          bump bumping
against immovable
     walls of tireless
          chaos ~
Stiff
     creaking
              stubborn knees
finally bend
in the morning dew
       and kneel before
              you . . . .
and
         ask...

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Beneath the sea
swirls the untouched
     of me
slip sliding
    deeply on silent green winds
skidding on bottom storms
blind
    sweetest bubble notes of Being
rise to burst on the surface
in symphony    ~
        the music
                   of
           your
             rainbow
                 colours.
x



Thank you Mark Hansen for encouraging me to write about my love of the sea to 
get me off the bubble   ; )...

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Skidding behind a three-wheeler
Canterbury bells in my hair
And twisted whispers in the wind.
Chandelier tinkling glass in the evening
Wicked wonders in my eye
Adventure of the wild summer life
The lights and sounds of a world unbridled
Constant noise and blazing light.
Where have the wild gone
What this road’s children once had?
But as the wind pulls my hair from my face
Those memories drift away
Leaving only my blades and an ATV
And the asphalt underneath....

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i woke to him
perched like some
ravenous beast above
my door, his pallid
bulk & sulking wings
skidding to the floor.
lights burned from
his eyes while
he hold of my ancient
indulgence, exposing
the verge of a
chosen path
& some unfolding amoral
tap dance,
a coreographed
last chance
granting
me entrance to every
unseen world.
he smiled as i twirled,
stepping into the fire.
plucking his lyre, hoofs
clip-clapping to the beat
of me melting into the heat....

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The Living Guitar

The guitar chords strum “BLOWNLY” in deep throbbing tones,
vibrating with their ending, like a heart that moans.

The guitar strings wine ‘’GWENNDDA” to our receptive ears.
And with their soothing melody, they ease our wanton fears.

The guitar clip is “SQUEALING’’ short quick skidding sounds.
That cross the strings so rapidly no echo is ever found.

The guitar is like a woman, who with her shapely curves,
sings a cerci song, to generate the verve.


2/8/17...

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The wind is whipping, so the sleet’s
Like needles on your face.
Your feet are slipping on the sheets
Of ice formed everyplace.

The cars are skidding on the roads
That haven’t gotten salt.
It’s so forbidding, each abode’s
Prepared for an assault.

The people shopping in the stores
Buy everything in sight;
Though some are stopping doing chores
That they don’t need tonight.

The blizzard’s blowing as they said,
A fierce, ferocious storm.
So I’m not going out; instead,
I’ll watch from in the warm....

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