I wanna go on a road trip someday
or on a voyage to wander & explore
ALONE or with Someone I Love;
I wanna get away,
Explore Places,
Sleep in the Car.
Stop a Lot Just to admire the view
VISIT MUSEUMS and Try out Coffee Shops
Listening to our favorite Songs while driving,
Have a polaroid camera (Its a must).
Taking pictures of almost everything,
Exept my own Self,
Wanna Run through a forest,
And Chase fog,
And then the Sun,
Staring at galaxy, under the majesticity of the Moon
Spend hours on a field,
Feel the Wind In my hair,
And let go all the fears,
Meet people,
Take time to observe
I wanna make memories
I wanda feel alive.
Archive June'23
I want to get lost in places I've never seen
To find small towns where the roads done seem to end
Or where the roads ended long before.
WELL stop at diners that feel like they are waiting for us
Or maybe we'll talk about nothing
And when the roads fades into review mirror , maybe I'll be different, maybe we'll be different....but untill then...it'll dream or that voyage, of that journey, of that road, of that company.
Pirate boy stopped by one day to try out three of my teas
He especially like the ones that ended with some sort of berries
boysenberry, cherry, and raspberry he took with him to the seven seas
his parrot was fond of our pastries, and used the magic word, please.
So, we sent him with a tin of our best chocolate chip cookies.
We read of their adventures, and could almost feel the sea breeze.
Pirate boy and parrot sent us a missive from the Isle of Carpi.
Alas, they told us, we are down to one single cooky.
That day I had to forgo school, I guess played hooky.
For I wanted to send them cookies, biscuits and a scone.
Because I could tell they were sorry they had ever left home.
They sent us a marvelous thank you note in the form of a poem
My tap dance teacher told us
We should always be prepared
With an improvised routine
Based on the lessons he has shared.
“Just keep it in your pocket,”
Was his wise and kind advice,
“So if asked at an audition,
There’d be no need to think twice.”
Now, this class has mostly seniors,
Not a pro within the group,
And I’m certain not a one of us
Will try out for a troupe.
Yet, I think there is some wisdom
In that counsel to apply
To so many parts of life,
Which can be useful by and by.
For some knowledge “in your pocket,”
Which is always there to use,
Whether tap dance steps or trivia
May help stress to defuse.
Still, before it’s “in your pocket,”
You will have to know it cold
And the confidence that brings you
Will be worth its weight in gold.
I miss you looking at me with full doubt,
In your sighs thinking what love is about:
Going through worst to earn best,
That keeps loud mute; guise contest...
Till luck try out ways, fun could get minds scout.
Though it’s still partly cloudy in this street
& everybody follows the king’s fleet,
I’m following you to the ends of this world,
where I’ve replaced everything with your word,
I remain elsewhere like the empty plea
because you’re that fire burning inside me.
Though those agencies that create duets seem
to believe that a system employing well over
2, 000, 000 couples with infusions of bright visions
will need certain clearly specified characteristics
with objectives & noting costs to protect the new moon.
You’re that whirlwind blowing everything away,
that’s why in this play, I pray not to be the next prey.
I’m too late this morning & I won’t catch any bus,
though traders in their market won’t understand us.
To them, we’re actors in a tragic-comedy stage.
& we made a bold decision to try out the phage.
Give me your hands for a warmth of touch
& I won’t be in operational form in that skutch.
Give me your mouth for a kiss
when I listen to your coos.
Give me your whole body for burying me completely
when I pledge fealty.
2,000 years ago
a Sage I know
wrote this about ‘change:’
Try out something new
you’ll start a war
with those who prefer things
~ the way they were ‘before’
We try to do some local things
Whenever we’re away,
Although we’re clearly tourists
On a short and jam-packed stay.
So we signed up for a cooking class
And watched a chef prepare
Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines,
Some Cajun-Creole fare.
It all was most delicious
And Chef Austin was the best.
We left there more than satisfied
And happily impressed.
Not needing any dinner,
We checked out some local jazz,
Where Tom Hook, a piano player,
Entertained us with pizzazz.
It’s wonderful to have a chance
To try out something new
As a little break before you’re back
To what you always do.
A leprechaun who was afraid
To take part in today’s big parade
Found a good place to hide
But once he was inside
Quickly saw the mistake he had made.
For instead of a pub to appease,
With some corned beef and Guinness to please,
It became very plain
He’d be eating lo mein
Since the place he was in was Chinese.
Still, the waiters went out of their way
To make sure that this unplanned delay
Was as good as could be
So, along with his tea
Was a cookie to brighten his day.
When he opened the fortune, he read,
“Though you’re Irish, we’re glad you were led
To try out our cuisine;
Now it’s back to the green
For great riches for you lie ahead!”
I practice with long, difficult, trials of
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Try out for a team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fail,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fail,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
rain,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
snow,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
hurt,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
pain,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
make the team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
teammates score,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
I shoot,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
make it,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
score doesn't count.
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
teammates mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
shoot, no one sees,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
coach mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
no one passes me the ball,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
family mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Loss,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Disappointment,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fear,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Anxiety,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Heartbreak,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Kicked off team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
No one wants me anymore.
Dribble Dribble.
Before we play, let's preamble with the entree,
Enjoy the soft shoe shuffle, before the souffle.
Dancing tipsy, on tippy-toes, to belay and delay the mainstay.
It's a wily whisper of words, a teaser to savor in foreplay.
To amble and gamble, to begin with the starters on show,
Unscrambles the egg, but won’t scramble the glow.
For it's only a tongue-tip foretaste, a wink to what's next.
A fling ding unfettered, a sinew stretch, before things get complex.
It's like players who tune their strings, before starting to play.
It's like scene-setters setting the stage for ballet.
It's a warm-up, a rehearsal, a try-out, to get things right.
Before the curtains call up, ready to go on opening night.
To try out a new poem form.
To give more than to receive.
To make calls to the lonely.
To envision peace, not unrest.
To forgive and to forget.
To joyfully encourage others.
To take a needed news vacation.
To really be attentive with my pet.
To honor and embrace my past.
To welcome the future with joy.
To enjoy all my earthly days fully.
To welcome and embrace any and all tests.
To one day, go in peace, to my final rest!
9/4/2024
Poem 2
@ Panagiota Romios
Let's fly to Vienna
When can we go?
There's chalets, there's music
There's museums, there's snow
A painter was born there
He painted, The Kiss
I'll demonstrate on you
Something like this
Come forward towards me
Let us embrace
Tilt your head left
Then I'll kiss your face
Left hand on my right hand
My left 'round your neck
The kiss you'll receive
Will be more than a peck
The passion he captured
Is the goal I have too
If you'll let me try out
The kiss now on you
And when I'm all finished
I won't disagree
If you want to give back
The kiss then to me
An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs.
hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces,
the concreted waste lands.
We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra,
not Ohio where parent’s try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the coming
and going of baby Jesus; de-ice puffer jackets.
Gloom is plowed behind snow dunes.
The red-tails roam in loose federations,
their young, mob-handed and loutish,
the mature work alone,
scything through small birds,
the weakened and walking.
The hawks wing-dance proclaiming their time,
a time of frost-bitten electric barricades,
of bobble hats and mittens,
while unseen, a wind-rattled thorny brier,
recites its litany of seasonal prayers.
Eve's
Nightdrop
Due Package
Signs trampoline
Starry try-out leaves
Haunting 'due
Open
Wound
Once upon a Halloween
I was a little black cat
Since then I have also been
A witch and the Cat in the Hat
One time I was Lily Munster
And then a witch again
I was also once Bart Simpson
Another witch, and then
A wizard and a zombie, too
The following year, a fairy
And, just to try out something new
More witches, sweet and scary
Dressed in purple, and in orange
And even once in silver
And, like a squeaky door hinge
A laugh to make you shiver
It may not be the best you’ve seen
This costume both cliche and kitsch
But when all else fails on Halloween
You can’t go wrong with being a witch!
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