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2013 Poetry Theme Challenges

#04 Drivetime




I don't drive but I do ride a bike and sometimes it is the most wonderfully liberating thing on Earth just to hit the road and open up the engine. Then, of course, there are times when I have to get from A to B very quickly and it is the most stressful thing. There is a relationship between the user and the machine. This all leads into this next challenge "The moods of driving", poetry about the different emotions we feel when driving and for me riding.

Love and light

Jemmy
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Drivetime



Maryse Achong

Me Drive?

Terry Clitheroe

Hyundai Again
Over The West Gate
Yardage

Divena Collins

Driven Crazy

Jem Farmer

Accident
Sonnet to the GSXR
Zero Tolerance



Maryse Achong

Me Drive?

I do not drive, I never learned,
Though nowadays I wish I had;
I should have listened to my Dad
But I was young and unconcerned.
One day perhaps before too long,
I tell myself... I’ve heard that song.

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Terry Clitheroe

Hyundai Again

Driving past a car yard something caught my eye
A red Hyundai Getz called out to me
Red is one colour I never want to see
Hoons drive red cars that I see flash bye
Careless and breaking every road rule.
I like white cars they are really cool.

I bought my white Hyundai, 20 years ago
She was good and faithful but suffers age
And I thought it was time to turn the page
So to Google search and new cars I did go.
I printed out a list of what I wanted to see
As I drove past, Murgatroyd had called me.

Going in I stated what I wanted to drive
Against better judgement and normal thought
She called me again wanting to be bought
During that test drive, she felt really alive.
On Friday I'll pick up my car that is red
When a week ago I'd rather be seen dead.



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Over the West Gate

The traffic's bad today as it hits the top
Because the sun rays hit the unprepared
Some drivers have almost come to a stop.
At the peak we're level with the waking sun
And a sniper could have no better shot
One thing's sure at this time driving's no fun
It's in the morn driving things are not so hot.
Thence once over we look down upon the bay
The mountains in front as the sun wakes up
For a moment we ignore problems in the fray.
Perhaps a blister of balloons come into view
Flames keeping them aloft along their way
Seeing the dawning sun as he slowly grew
And begging him, "Please, for a while do stay."

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Yardage

When you waken, listen to the silence
Which you hear with a different sense.
Loving words were said as you slept.
Perhaps your lover's spirit said something
Replying with something equally loving.
Your spirit heard as its vigil kept.

You both may sleep, but never your souls
Because even when apart they are a whole.
Even when apart they still converse
There is no distance that can deter
They constantly whisper to each other.
Timing and placement they both traverse.

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Divena Collins

Driven Crazy

I found a job in a farm yard
Drivin'a tractor aint so hard
No lady I turned out to be
What else was I meant to do
I was one of the chosen few
And was to be the life for me.

It is now I let down my hair
For a country life I now share
This is what I was meant to be
I know what its like to be alive
All alone in my tractor I drive
This was to be the way for me.

I drive a tractor round the farms
What shall I do wrong that harms
Except run over the farmers son
He looks at me from head to toe
For I watch these interests grow
Maybe it`s just I need someone.

I drive a tractor dont know why
Or drive this man crazy if I try
Maybe its just my need to thrive
What I need or life is to me
A county life is my place to be
If they need a woman with drive.



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Jem Farmer

The Accident

The shards of glass that stopped the fall
Are splintered out upon the ground
Except one in my heartbeat's sound
I'd heard the engine fade and stall
As spinning wheels then pulled away
And left me to my dying day.

A pool of scarlet slowly grows
Below my lifeless body here
No more shall my heart know of fear
For my soul danced into shadows
And left behind the taste of pain
Until it walks this way again.

I felt the road that burned my skin
I felt the burn of gravel rash
She had not seen me in her dash
My eyes gazed up to wonder in
Just what had she found not to like
In words: Look left, look right, THINK BIKE!



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Sonnet to the GSXR

The silent dawn awakes to thudding roar
and visored eyes digest the highway's trail
a sudden lunge, you want freedom to soar
the open road where only we prevail.
Your shiny flanks against my leathered thighs
you purr as mind and motorbike are one;
to run with winds towards the cloudless skies
as bike and rider scream into the sun.
We weave through rushing commuters in lines,
their thoughts are trapped inside the metal box,
ignoring verbal whines and crass 'V' signs
a tigress roars and leaves their bonded blocks.
The clouds from spinning wheels salute the road
with you, my baby, lies my free abode.



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Zero Tolerance

My brother rests in deepest sleep,
While by his side we stand and weep,
The goddess called to take his hand
And lead him to the Summerland
Our sense of loss runs ever deep.

A change in law too slowly creeps,
Desperate needs and talk is cheap
Zero tolerance they have planned
My brother, rest.

To the heart the grief is too steep,
Through emptiness the anger seeps,
In your name we make our demand,
Enforce the laws that they have planned,
The joy of life is never cheap
My brother, rest.

In Memory of Jean-Pierre Chastain, 28 July 1957-20 February 2013

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