When a change in your surroundings
Makes you mad or discontent,
You might question if the houndings
Of some friends did represent
Truths that you were blind to seeing
For your urban love runs deep,
So much so that you hate being
Without noise to help you sleep.
Yet when former subway users
Get that “lease a car now!” spark,
Their new autos leave us losers
With no place in which to park.
And when bikers meet for riding,
Hogging every single lane,
Central Park is, you’re deciding,
For pedestrians, a pain.
Though the city still has magic
And its praises yet are sung,
All these changes feel quite tragic
To New Yorkers not quite young.
Categories:
single lane, change, new york,
Form: Rhyme
early this morning
below snowy clouds
i saw a solo Canadian
goose not flying
south but north
perhaps he forgot
to pack something
in his bag for surely
being an old snow
bird he wants warmth
more then anything
but then perhaps not
for where is the
warmth of his
life long life
compainion
Categories:
single lane, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Walking away
It starts small yet expands unobtrusively
Unnoticeable even strangely illusively
You didn’t notice but it inevitably grew
So bad now will eventually suffocate you
I’m walking away
Enters pain acute the very worst kind
Saturates my body and even my mind
I know others share this terrible plight
Fact of the matter its just worst at night
I’m walking away
Loneliness whispers I’m here to stay
Exclusively yours both night and day
A one way road a quite single lane
A settling in this melancholic domain
I’m walking away
Scattered pictures my thoughts assail
Recollections prominent almost a holy grail
Precious memories oh thou soul set free
I will never ever walk away from thee
Categories:
single lane, health, today, , cute,
Form: ABC
Morality’s general
with an intimidating aura
and a commanding presence;
this charisma’s description
is a single lane void of corners
written in a dictionary
consisting of a single page.
Blamelessness so standardized
to be empirical
and ruthless to liberalism.
Pragmatism functions but under
the administration of apt discipline
with no chance for taste
and appetite to have their says.
Lips when open
are gates for words of absolution.
Yeah and nay
never exchanging importance
and with an illumination
so exact and precise
that even distant acquaintances
can join in attestation
of its attributes
to become a part of a bunch
of its unsolicited witnesses.
Shoulders of personality
grow high above the heads temple
and character, steeply mountainous
and impossible for compromise to climb.
Such dart hits same spot
over and over again on the board;
such skin keeps to its attitude,
never longing to be tanned or bleached
what a wealthy tiny island
so respected by its surrounding waters!
Categories:
single lane, celebration, character, dedication, devotion,
Form: Ode
Each
thought
turns to
tender
tears,
visible
wishes not
of feeble
fears
they draw
me closer
to thy
solemn
skies
where my
soul's
cascading
light lies.
Leave not
my heart
in the mist,
fight my
flaws with
your fist,
I need no
song but a
stream
that I may
drown not
in my
dream.
Let the
Moon snug
our
candlelight,
ours' is a
fixed
feeling in a
fair flight
to the
throne of
sweet
memories
as the
future
unfolds
love's
legacies.
Visit my
past with
an invisible
ink
and write
on it a
lovely link,
for thy
footprint
on my
single lane,
leaves no
space for
teary twain.
To thee my
treasure, I
doff my
heart,
my queen,
a flower
more than
art,
here I
stand in a
word
without
walls,
enslaved
by
thoughts
of our...
clarion call.
Copyright
2012
~Adeleke
Adeite~
Categories:
single lane, love
Form: Lyric
Logic- well it doesn’t seem to really fit after all this time.
But emotions though; now that’s a different style of fit isn’t it?
Hush puppies with spiked heels and retribution cushions;
Comfortable yet attractive to the practiced eye right?
On a single lane highway that circles the inner fringes
They go laughing uncontrollably like drunks on an early binge.
And as the depth of their imprints go deep into the ground
One pictures that they are often lonely when there’s no one else around?
.
And attached to the lapel as if in display;
The badges painted red and labeled justified;
Signify the claim of a higher understanding;
Yet too often they are driven by a need to manipulate;
What they can never truly own.
Categories:
single lane, life
Form: I do not know?