Turning right against the light’s
Illegal in New Yawk.
That rule’s observed by drivers,
Not by those who run or walk.
In other places, no such law
Exists, so often plates
Of cars which turn when they should not
Reflect their different states.
And that is why I was surprised
When, right in front of me,
A New York car ignored the red
And turned illegally.
What made it even weirder
Was the driver was a nun!
If ticketed, I wonder ‘bout
The story she’d have spun.
Categories:
ticketed, car, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes get stuck on a solo mission
As the only ticketed passenger in sight
But alternative routes are available
We just need to book our return flight
Begins by checking in with ourselves
To take inventory of our baggage
Choice in claiming what we keep
Option to offload damaged luggage
Purposely piloting our own plane now
Pulling levers to navigate any weather
Time to maneuver back into formation
Since life is better when flying together
Categories:
ticketed, encouraging, inspiration, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
the bottle bounced,
said shatterproof.
kids have to do it
more than once.
mom’s countenance
shatterproof -
probably laughed
behind the scenes.
more likely created
creases, mad lines.
when our kids
don’t show up
on time -
when the watch
ticks slowly
fear growing…
anger ticking,
if relieved
by the doorknob
jiggling…
shatterproof,
no explosion,
just quiet,
sheer silence,
no glance,
no hello
when ya know
you’ve completely
screwed up
shatterproof
at remembrance,
when your kids
likewise
turn the key
recklessly
if they’ve made it
home, you sigh
with relief,
with epitome,
with resignation,
knowing they’re stepping
into the whole wide world
…have you made them
shatterproof?
tears at times
…when ticketed
…heartbroken
…pregnant
We survive
We are alive
S H A T T E R P R O OF
6/24/2023
Categories:
ticketed, angst, children, parents,
Form: Free verse
Dating, in many ways,
is sort of like driving –
one comes to an intersection...
there is a red and green,
caution yellow for Slow
Down!~ Do you have a
license?-- Frankly, at my
my age, I better like those
often ticketed and well
traveled...myself, no-longer
feeling time nor patience to
teach~ not willing to trust
my heart to modern GPS,
still preferring the twinkles
of stars....
Categories:
ticketed, cute, friendship love, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Is the soul to a human
What the seed is to
A dandelion - a vessel
Of the continuum?
Both are readied for winging;
One swept, unknowing, clinging
Upon the vagaries of zephyrs,
One ticketed to sail the ethers.
The seed carries an embryo where’er blown
Prepared by its mother to grow where sown.
The soul by the Father sown, without misconception,
May be redeemed at will from any misdirection.
The seed may rise a weed or wine
As chance may take upon to dine,
If in lawn or vineyard find,
To its fated end resigned.
The soul may be proscribed or saved
As promised by the One who paved
The Way; choose or deny finality
And thereby spend eternity.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2021
Categories:
ticketed, christian, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
From F to A,
Stale
a begotten breeze
life begs and begins
her drain
of time
pile upon pile
unfiltered
polluting the helpless bog
weeds, weeding out the weeds
chocking out our roots
as we bend to the bust
in the hurt
release
release of the pain
perpetrated
and stolen
inside our dignity
derailed upon our destiny
ticketed on a train
straight to hell
that is not our train
nor our destiny
ours is in the eye of a lover
opalescent
beaming to ride
amongst the skies
wrapped up in asanawa
living in the need
tight is the bond
that binds our chapters
allowing us to breathe
here I sit reading your every word
waiting for time's release
when feelings on my skin
begin to burn
every letter, in your pretty name
Categories:
ticketed, love,
Form: Free verse
Dragon, on a little trip
to visit friends, let it slip that,
we’d gotten him a pup and
he had named it, Mr. Mup.
Now the neighborhood dragon-kind,
In front of our house, formed a line.
They wanted pups of their own;
thought that we breed them in our home.
They’ve all went yup-pup-berserk;
they got bored while waiting and
started to “twerk”.
Neighbor lady, Mrs. Nash, a respectable church clerk,
says “they were obscene jerks”.
There amid the dragon green;
the boys in blue, could be seen;
arresting dragons, right and left;
into paddy wagons, went their heft!
The dragons, they committed no crime
but, we’ve been ticketed, for “deceptive measures” and fined.
Such an action we didn’t take;
this was all Dragon’s mistake.
They claimed we invited them to adopt a pup;
That we “deceived them”; freedom they gave up.
We had to pay off all their bail,
just to get them out of jail.
Our dragon set it all aright;
it made the news that very night.
Do you know what the townsfolk did,
they bought each dragon his very own pup;
convinced them all to give “twerking” up!
Categories:
ticketed, fun, myth, mythology, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Standing on the wrong side of the platform
waiting for the train
Remembering the mistakes I made
but not the reasons why
Listening for the truth beyond the excuse
feeling what my thoughts would never allow
I boarded in the dark….
Ticketed, to a new and unplanned destination
—fated, to a distant terminal unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Categories:
ticketed, destiny,
Form: Free verse
By Elton Camp
The words of Jesus, Chef Arnold tries to heed
By actions, the hungry, homeless ones to feed
Words alone to the needy, Jesus did condemn
For the hungry, words won’t do good for him
Fort Lauderdale proclaims such as a No! No!
To give them food must not continue to be so
However, Chef Arnold at ninety years old
Refuses to kowtow and to do as he’s told
Gourmet food the chef prepares free
But the cops just won’t let him be
The kind man ticketed for a law violation
Is a sight that has disgusted the entire nation
Such a lack of compassion is surely a shame
Rightly besmirches Fort Lauderdale’s name
(Google it and see for yourself)
Categories:
ticketed, sad,
Form: Rhyme
I sped past some and never stopped
didn’t slow down or take a look
others had me riding the clutch
they gave less than all they took
photo enforcement snapped a shot
ticketed me by US mail
saying if I didn’t pay the fine
they would send my butt to jail
the highway curved and I hit bumps
couldn’t see around the turns
dense, green trees and mountains tall
on and on as my life churned
tried to put it in perspective
same old thoughts and vivid dreams
a faceless man without a care
who lived to edit plotted schemes
when I look back on our red past
short in nature, blue in hue
you don’t miss what you didn’t have
it all started and ended with you
just because I don’t write more
doesn’t mean I’ve less to say
poems burn hot inside my brain
for me to blog on a free day
Categories:
ticketed, confusion, me, me, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
I slip on through the smoke screens
hitting just a little too close
night vision is a bonus
to help me see right through
no different from what I discovered
some things will never change
and I leave you like I found you
with nothing rearranged
I once passed you on the road
your thumb out, hitchin a ride
I was carrying a heavy load
construction made a difficult drive
no places on the shoulder
no pull off posted by sign
I stop in the middle of the street
getting ticketed for my time
dreams are just for dreaming
made up of hazy fantasies
real life is for real living
not framing in a picture frame
you take what He hands down
place it with all the rest
you do with it what you can
hoping that you safely land
so I stand on solid ground
as the world spins round and round
it is my competitive nature
that won't let me back down
I once took my best shot
got a ribbon for second place
but I was in the running
I accept my trophy with grace
Categories:
ticketed, introspection, lost loveme,
Form: Free verse
I pray each and every day
From GOD I try not to stray
Through this week things have gone so bad
Lost a beloved uncle, which is so sad
Said a proper goodbye and buried a good man
But things in my own family have hit the fan
My son messed up, getting involved with the cops
Something I had no control over and could not stop
He was suppose to come straight home from school
Not getting himself ticketed, nor being a fool
Now I’m the bad guy, his excuses I do not buy
I know deep down inside he’s telling a lie
He won’t admit what he did
Is mad at me for the truth I have not hid
My husband and I have not been together on this as one
I feel I am a prisoner, being held with a gun
Right now I’m in so much pain
Feeling that my efforts are all in vain
Not allowing his wrongs, to make my mind spin
Doing my best to not let the Devil win
One day he’ll realize I only have his best interests at heart
Until then I won’t give up, I have to continue to do my part
To not allow him to stray
Even if I have to do it the hard way.
Categories:
ticketed, son,
Form: Rhyme