Wheels Poems

The Wheels of Memory

Ever wonder what happens if one day they switched the Wheels of Fortune into the wheels of memory, with the host announcing, look folks today we play a new game, call it sympathy game, here is how it goes. You each select a name from this list on the screen, it’s Gaza casualty list, and

Quandary Resolved

The wheels fell off my thingamajig
as a thingy
came loose in the whachamacallit
or perhaps it was the doodad
on the wotsit
which was the cause to stall it
and it'll take a few odds 'n' sods
plus a new doodah
and some hoo-ha
to make the gizmo
or doohickey
go again so
not to take the mickey
but prep the whole whoop-de-do
to look like new
I'll probably

Life And Times

Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword
and the race well run, from the starting gun, is

Four Wheels

Four Wheels
 I saw a stranger in a wheelchair.
 At the gym shooting hoops by herself.
 The courage to keep on going.
 No care toward what someone else would be saying.
 In a big room all to yourself.
 Enjoying life, with no one else.
 When was the last time you helped out a stranger?
 New

Wheels Up

Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves

18 Wheels and Away

Blank stares and wide open spaces
wrinkled lines on work-worn faces
Sleep deprived on overload
wide awake in bed alone.

A thousand miles between us still
The worries and stress are real
The pavement clanks on old, worn tires
burning diesel in the midnight hours.

Months feel like years in a flash,
Home for a few days, that doesn't even last.
The life of a

WHEELCHAIR BOUND

 WHEELCHAIR BOUND

Dots appeared and disappeared 
a single sunray flashed onto 
wheelspokes, canvas seat 
 comfortably frayed 
bought secondhand
her unexercised legs flabby 
window bars rusted, panes cracked
nobody cared

there she sat thinking about 
cooking porridge with cinnamon 
tricky to wheel in 
two meter wide kitchen 
lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat
this was charnel ground
no cash

The Wheels Go Round and Round

Existence, existing and then
the emptying out, the exit.
X marks the spot
where dots are always laid to rest.

I have been pulling a little red meat wagon
existing just before
its hard rubber wheels,
the wagon goes clickity clack,
snick-itty-snit, bumpety bump
uphill or below,
it is eager to run me down
always keen to bark my heels
as I drag it over a shadow

Driving Wheels, Crosses On The Side Of The Road

Crosses on the side of the road;
Belief in passengers goes by —
Where wrecked light within flowers grow,
Crosses on the side of the road
That besides the glass window hold,
A memory's attest to time —
Crosses on the side of the road,
Belief in passengers goes by —

Two Wheels, One Journey

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Two Wheels, One Journey

A little boy, so full of cheer,
Pedals fast without a fear.
Through winding paths, so lush, so green,
A world of wonders yet unseen.

His laughter rings, so pure, so light,
Chasing birds that dance in flight.
The morning sun glows warm and bright,
A golden spark in childlike sight.

The road ahead is smooth and wide,
Adventure calling from

The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us

The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand

The Sands of Time

                                           The Sands of Time

        

Performance Wheels

Muniz motoring down the track
object of affection, heating up
performance wheels. Not
predicated on subjective analysis,
but merely his speed and placement
in the race. No acting required,
just talent, practice, showing up.

Will he be a superhero one day,
admired by all ages? For now,
his stage is kicking up dirt, and
oh yes, he has an audience.

Will he be Malcolm in the

Wheels Of The Bus Go Round And Round

Taking delight in your thoughts
Feeling an emotional high? 
You hog around the world
Break your own ideals
Let the wind rush past your hair
And find comfort in discomfort. 
Any sadness is not heart-wrenching anymore
And the smiles are filled with joy
Find uniqueness in the little flaws
Develop an understanding of the minds. 
Live out the kid in you
Jump up

A Game of Chess on Wheels

      a chess game on wheels

      doubles... triples… but those steals...

           inhale... breathe again

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