Stoplights Poems

Waiting for Waiting’s End

...The chancy countdown clock of my mortality
is ticking toward some unknown preset alarm.
I’m aware of every taciturn tick tock
in unrecoverable moments spent waiting
for something to happen…
and ...

But First

...I’m waiting for my mom to move.
She puts the car into drive. 
My car had airbags.
The ones she grew up with didn’t.
Huh.
My mom is driving,
I wonder why she’s taking this weird route.
I never ...

Sidereal

...My heart burns with a cold, white fire
Fighting against itself in a battle no one can win
I am contrived, a portrait of a girl who...
And anyone can fill me in. 
My destiny was not written for th...

Mattson, a Place Unforgotten

...In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs...

Rule of Threes Five

...Pride negatory
Better to share His glory
God writes your story

Special kind of gain
We can only learn through pain
God may not explain

Treasure has a source
Wisdom is treasure, of course
...

So Many Sweet Things

...Teapots that whistle on chilled Winter morns
                               Calling the day to begin as it scorns
Wake up you sleepy head, make room for love
                        Walking to wor...

Dangerous Games

...Because of all the lunies on the superhighways
My son's decided to take a leisurely drive on the byways
Many more stoplights
But safer, less fights
Bout who cuts off who, dangerous games ...

Journey

...Life is a journey with many different paths
Love is one such path that everyone likes the glory of walking on
Love's path is full of thorns,hurdles and barriers that prevent  many from travelling s...

Five-Thirty Am Cityscape

...Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm ...

My Winter

...I remember one night last winter when we thought it was snow falling, but we were wrong. It was ice.

We went out that night and stayed out too late -- unusual for folks our age. We got caught in t...

Way Back Home

...On my way back home, I thought of you. Your face flashed in an instant. I heard whispers of your voice, so gentle I wanted to listen more. And then I felt how you vellicate my face, my neck. Your han...

Google This

...Google Maps told me today
that my Phoenix to Tucson drive
would last an hour and fifty-seven minutes.
At excactly two-nineteen I would arrive.

But surely it is folly to assume
How could Google...

Hopeless Nomadic Part 1

...Cracked beer bottles and detached baby rattles in slightly untidy, black plastic wrappers.
No garbage can nor box or bag is exempt from the burrower’s thorough ransack.
Rancid rubbish, rich with un...

Liberate Me

...I SAY LIBERATE ME!
free me from a
bondage known all
too well
free me from those
chain-links felt way
too much
free me from a world
that's so out of
touch,even though it
manages to stay in
...

Small Town

...She grew up just 20 minutes southwest of Tulsa..
In a small town with 2 stoplights and a Tastee Freeze...
Everyone gathered at the First Baptist Church every Sunday morning...
Remember, if you hav...

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