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2013 Poetry Theme Challenges#04 Drivetime |
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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 XXXX |
Drivetime
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Maryse AchongI 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. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeDriving 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.  ----- 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." ----- 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. back to list |
Divena CollinsI 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.  back to list |
Jem FarmerThe 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!  ----- 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.  ----- 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 back to list |
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