On a road trip to Des Moines he bought a sidecar with wheels.
Filled it with cheese and peanut butter, mice favorite meals.
The mice had a heyday, jumping aboard, eating their fill, having fun.
Too fat to run off, they sat there, while he ate gobbled them up one by one.
Categories:
sidecar, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Fiona and her pup Scar decided to go on an adventure
They hit the Pacific Highway at four in the morning on Tuesday
There is nothing like the open road! Fiona sang to Scar.
Scar was happy, there were doggie treats in his sidecar.
Many people honked and waved as they journeyed.
They ran out of ocean soon enough, but saw other things.
Dusty dirty tumbleweeds blew into them in Wyoming.
No worries, Fiona told Scar. Things will get better.
Scar was not worried. He had a new t-bone now.
Thanks to the generosity of the cook at the truck stop.
“We are on the road to somewhere!” Fiona sang.
They were steering through Nebraska now.
It was the tornado season, so they might have to lie in a ditch.
Scar did not care. He has his bone, and he had his memories.
He loved traveling “the road to somewhere”.
It was his favorite thing to do in the summer time.
Categories:
sidecar, travel,
Form: Prose Poetry
Life we’ve lived thus far
Soul blackened like tar
With fear
We’ve drifted afar
Yet we still do spar
And leer
In devil’s sidecar
Tell us who we are
Oh peer
It’s said God is near
He does not appear
We’re blind
Gone is our heart’s cheer
It all feels so *****
A bind
Love we once held dear
Is now in low gear
Unkind
Let’s go in and find
Why we’re misaligned
From source
Love whispers remind
Gentle touch, be kind
No force
Fears to dust consigned
Leave desires behind
Of course
14-March-2023
Categories:
sidecar, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Sidecar Bessie was always ready for a ride.
Her new husband George steering at her side.
They will travel west in a day or so.
She rides like a trooper, her hair all a glow.
She paints it red, thinking it makes her young.
The smell of the country brings a bit of cow dung.
They travel up hills and down against the wind.
Bessie and George happily leaning into each bend.
We’ll go through Illinois and I-Oh-Way
George tells her at six a.m. on sweet Thursday.
She puts her money inside her bra
By Friday they are heading to Omaha.
She has bugs in her teeth and her skin is brown.
She is the finest new bride this side of Chicago Town.
Her husband is showing off their new status as they ride.
Giving her romantic glances, for she is his brand new bride.
They stop in several motels along the way
Finally ending up down Dallas Way.
They visit her relatives, and give them quite a show
Before heading back to the windy city of old Chicago.
Categories:
sidecar, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
My sister Lucile sold her acoustic guitar
To buy a hot motor scooter with a sidecar
Her bad luck, they soon separated
On which she hadn’t calculated
But I said, “For her that’s definitely a par!”
Written July 15, 2022
Categories:
sidecar, humor,
Form: Limerick
i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o'clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor -- allow this to be me!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
Categories:
sidecar, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Yo... how's your freakin' weekend so far
Are you cruisin' along in life's happy sidecar
With a soda in hand
Grinning to beat the band
Singing joyful ditties filling your resevoir
Categories:
sidecar, life,
Form: Limerick
The stump in my garden
By light of the moon,
Is upright and sturdy
Played like a bassoon
A possum's performing
"Song of the Pooka"
It is such a beautiful tune.
And that stump is a chimney,
It doubles as a hookah,
Delighting a baked raccoon.
Smoke rings in smoke rings
Encircle my thumb
While OOOMP go the bass notes,
Gah-wooo, Gah-wum.
"The Stump" is selected from Pets Given in Evidence of Old English Witchcraft and Other Bewitched Beings (Minneapolis: Sidecar Preservation Society, 2016).
Categories:
sidecar, animal, fairy, fantasy, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Mary Haggis, little clown
With beak like blighted crows
And scary hair all lit aflame
Is where the woodbine grows.
"Mary Haggis" is reprinted here from
PETS GIVEN IN EVIDENCE OF OLD ENGLISH WITCHCRAFT
AND OTHER BEWITCHED BEINGS
(Minneapolis: Sidecar Preservation Society, 2016).
Categories:
sidecar, fairy, fantasy, fear, horror,
Form: Quatrain
LYRICS TO THE TUNE HOMEWARD BOUND - MICHAEL JOSEPH
I am waiting, anticipating
Coming hoooome ,
home to you
Want to fold you in my arms love, and
will whisper very low.
That I missed you, how I missed you
How I missed you missed u so.
I am waiting at the station
For the train that's homeward bound
Feel the rattle of the sidecar
As it chugged along the track
can you hear the engines whistle
Telling you I am coming home
Is the porch door - open for me
Will you hold your arms out wide
Will you hug me closely to you
Close the door once I'm inside
I will never leave you darling
Never more to roam
Wears a smile on , on my face now
Cos I'm almost, almost home
Wearing a smile on my face now
Cos I'm am almost home
I will never leave your side love
never more to roam
I stand here beside you
This is where my true heart lies
I will love you forever
My one love I can't disguise
I am home now ne'er to roam
With my true love by my side
I am home now ne'er to roam love
With my one love I'll abide
I am home.
Penned. 26 October 2015
Categories:
sidecar, home,
Form: Lyric
(Occasional Rhyme)
Splat.Take that, plaguey pest;
you, your brother, and all the rest.
Were you given license from heaven
to hurl yellow-bellied goop
onto my sparkling shield?
It's there to separate wind,
not catapult you to glory.
But lack-a-daisy husband
threw out this quibble,
"You're riding in a Buick,
not a sidecar on a cycle.
Count your blessings, dear;
it's scuzzy glass and metal,
not scum on your teeth."
No power-wash, soap or brush
will burst their odious wad.
They cling as if their fling
came from the hand of God.
I'm reluctant to admit; they appeared
on Veterans' Day, and stayed to say
Merry Christmas in slug bug scuzz.
Categories:
sidecar, car, insect, travel,
Form: Free verse
Tick Tock
Reachin' for the Clock
Hip Hop
My mind don't stop
Hand Fan
Coming to a stand
Neat Feat
Wont get from my seat
Strong Long
My body's so wrong
Teenie Tiny
He looks almighty
Loud Proud
Voices in the clouds
Room Boom
To big to assume
Space Race
I'm not in this place
Head Bed
Full of lead
Stars Mars
Sitting in the sidecar
Grow Woe
Eyes a no show
Grip Grin
Hands so thin
Fine Line
Sanity's not mine
Girth Mirth
Coming back to earth
Hulky Hazy
I must be going crazy
This a poem I wrote sometime ago about the strange things that would sometimes happen to my senses of time and size. It is only recently that I found out that it was actually known as Alice in Wonderland Syndrome.
Categories:
sidecar, adventure, confusion, fear, health,
Form: Rhyme