Standing strong with a sky reaching height
Visible from miles,very much in sight.
Standing tall in the middle of deep ocean
Bears the waves and winds,without motion.
Guiding the movement of huge ships
Shows the path to those on trips.
The light on top sparks so bright
Ensuring everything around is alright.
Showing the way leading to destination
Encouraging to move,being an inspiration.
The only hope in the dark deep sea
The beacon,one needs in position, to be...
Ah, yes! College ‘road trips’ bring back memories fond
of toga parties, and booting on sorority lawns
Of pimple pus oozing out from one’s cheeks at ‘make-out time’
or asking your date if you can score another nickel or dime…
Ah, but today! Ho-ho-ho. To hoary old traditions we say a loud NO!
We ‘road trip’ to protest-rallies, to NYC, LA and Chicago
Bringing ‘paraphernalia’ we stash in our ‘toolkits’
Masks and kaffiyehs, bullhorns and live ammo
Stirring up trouble is what we do best
Road trip’s not over ~ 'til we’re under arrest
Days come and days go, again and again
rushing forward, knowing it'll never slow.
Modus long before first life could begin,
crossed the cosmic face of sun's starry glow.
Time turns into weeks and melts into years.
Years form a towering silent spiral.
Solar powers play with our human fears,
mortality is the prime denial.
Each trip, thinking God is the Solar One -
while hushing this ticking head's twirling spin.
Before the end, when all living is done;
seize this stellar journey that's ever been.
One's long life is not a matter of pride.
It's how we all have helped while on our ride.
104 words Sonnet
So
In my
Traveling
Optimum trips
Most astonishing
Visiting states
Up and down
Highways
Zoom
2/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
little did we know
there’s no such thing as perfection
the more we’d grasp for it
the further it got away
perfection in one area
meant neglect elsewhere
why did nobody tell us
life is all about balance
just trying to give our best
is all we can do
never achieving illusive perfection
but balancing what’s most important
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
It was freezing so, and cold winds did blow
As I walked slowly through the fallen snow
But I slipped on some ice
My keister paid the price
Tried getting up, but down again I'd go
12-29-2020
Winter Snow Or Ice Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Go forth into time and pay due homage,
And your return to silence is current,
Those with weak goals are made less coherent,
‘Twas a toxic night pace turns back a page,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
The shadow of friends faces on crescent,
As the line grows, there will be no shortage,
And your return to silence is current,
Glaring eyes, like those who got a warrant,
Shield them from lights that have simple wattage,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Recurring promise and slumber present,
Cherub’s arrow shot caused, clock to the stoppage,
And your return to silence is current,
Indeed this was a lesson so pleasant,
Fingered string to thine heart for storage,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
And your return to silence is current.
2019 September 19
When I was growing up in Wisconsin, dairy farms were everywhere. It was always fun visiting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm, even though they put me to work. For many years the only bathroom they had was away from the house! I read an article today about people complaining about smells coming from dairy farms and pig farms. It reminded me when our family would drive the 3 1/2 hours to visit Grandma and Grandpa. Some farms hardly had any bad odor, but others reeked! This was especially horrible to us city kids. "Mom, what's that smell?" my sisters and I would ask every time. We asked Mom because she'd answer us. Dad would only laugh. Good times!
Midwest dairy farms
intermittent putrid stench-
fun childhood road trips
***
October 28, 2019
F T I series 11 places
Brian Strand, sponsor
On bus trips for seniors, we go
to watch a film or music show
with walkers or cane
umbrellas for rain
galoshes in case there is snow!
Arrive and we waddle 'cross floor
and meet our trip guide by the door
we follow in pairs
pray hard for no stairs
just walking dead flat is a chore!
The show now begins with our cheers
we sit, fix the aids in our ears
adjust them for sound
yet music's still drowned
by those snoring loud in arrears!
February 27, 2018
Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds
pronounce timbers as magical.
Starry nights extol classical
violins sway as magical
sentinels praising summers’ end.
Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds.
This era of the ego,hashtags
and selfies..and me me me...
to the fore,impatience always
knocking on my door.
Instant this,instant that,self
congratulation,superficial self
expression..quickly,quickly..I've
social media to explore.
Insecurity underlines my every
post, stamped for all to see.
Where Respect..Respect is craven
most..in this world of me..
My thoughts are running wild..Pity
pity me..I've never grown up..
I'm immature... still just a child.
EGO TRIPS -solutions to problems that do not exist
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there are so many trips that we take everyday
they are not always pretty, but forever is etched in our foundation
each night in bed, we smile and the hairs on my chin make your bosoms tingle
though i do not say it a lot, i am happy to be here
life for me is easier, and i comprehend things better
it is like you came with a paintbrush and painted improved provisions all over my former liftstyle
now things seem so picturesque and clear, and alas i am a better human being
the world in which i now see is the world where i now make my permanent home
it helps to have your heart and your love to build my strength and give me inspiration to keep springing forward
there are so many trips that we take everyday
every trip with you is paradise revisited....even the more unpretty ones....but again i learn and grow from it all....
special trips mean much
to one who feels no love
from those one thought would
Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store. Feelin’
through the old tomes and pristine newer articles. Trying to find a cadaver of
knowledge to feed from. I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a
whispering nymph bothers and twitches my shoulder. Gyrating and dancing like
someone at the club she whispers temptations of darkness and grim tales of luck
and love into my auditory nerve complex. The mini universe inside my skull
formulates and thrashes about trying to figure out the riddles left and right,
obtuse and sharp. I dream of better days when all my friends and foes would
gather for love and loss. Now there is a stagnation and little more then
temptation for unreachable more. Frustrated I lie back in my body and pout.
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