Roaming the city or country roads
Only the wind in our hair
And grass between our toes
Daring to walk feet bare
The country side is beautiful
Red roses and trees so tall
In a minute we cross city road
People everywhere having a ball
Grannies On A Road Trip
5/17/2025
They jumped into the her car..that Spring night.
Pangie and her friends, fully eager for a night
of pure delight!
They were out on a hunt for some hot men?
Pangie, that eighty-seven- old flirt led the way,
Giggling grandmas, had fun all night and day!
logging a hundred miles
old camper now rusted---
each reverie...a tear
eyes moonless torn by nights;
frazzled rites of youth's trysts ,
were never just ...road sprees
It had no radio
and couldn't fly at all
every wheel would wobble
because they were too small
~ red and rusted wagon,
a limo for my dog...
For Nette's Hexiline Contest
May 9th, 2025
Driving by faith*, heart looks
to God midst life's road trips
of triumph's twist and turns
surmounting trial-bumps
then refreshed as pitstops
whisper, “welcome, dear soul.”
*Hebrews 11:6 ...Without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
May 8, 2025
3rd place, "INTO THE HEXALINE GROOVE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 5/9/2025
For Nette Onclaud's contest,
"Into the Hexaline Groove"
dated 08/05/2025
On highway roads, we ply
With the wind in our hair,
Vehicles whizzing by,
We ride without a care,
Sudden brakes applied - hey!
Elephants block our way!!
road trip to a concert
on their old j a l o p y
songs blast on radio
head-bobbing, foot-tapping,
and finger-snapping fun...
until front tire blows out!
Overloaded van by
My nutty family!
Passengers, all ages,
Destination Disney
Land, pop songs blaring high
Reached Las Vegas instead!
Long herbaceous desert
I ride your arid roads
perfect for catching up
word games, banter erupts
gay moments make new paths
time gently d r i f t s a
w
a y
The road is calling me,
to journey in the wild;
for me this would be bliss,
and free my inner child.
Down roads of hued green trees,
to get lost in the breeze !
Cruisin' down country lane
Top down, no sign of rain
Singin' with radio
No place special to go
Stop to pick a ripe pear
Bear roars— I'm outta there!
Long before G P S,
we planned a trip out west.
Four hours later, you said,
“Is this all in my head?
First fill-up of the car
is right back where we are!"
Ah the joys of sunrise
awakened from sleeping
in car on a carefree
surfing safari trip
up north, with just me and
my board transfixed in bliss
Let us take a road trip,
now off with bags and zip.
Snow covers the wide road,
no grass here to be mowed.
Cow riding the tractor,
is it a huge actor?
Movie depictions, of a ladies’ road trip, bring adventure
and camaraderie; compare to real life; silence deafening.
—by poet
Road Trip
pivotal butterfly
in my throat as they sleep
driven to silent space
my chest aches without words
the rest stop brings relief
lambent wings of mother
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