A ROAD TRIP

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A ROAD TRIP

I’m taking a road trip.

I shouldn’t have let that slip.

I’m trying to get away

To find a new place to stay.

Where troubles are left behind.

A place that no one can find.

Please don’t follow me.

I yearn to roam free.

Up ahead is a street light.

It’s the only one in sight.

I slow down and roll to a stop.

My car door opens with a pop.

My troubles line up on the road,

Waiting for me to stop, I’m told.

I can’t escape them this time

And not from this awful rhyme.

At the next chance, I get,

I’m off, ready and set.

STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

 

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots in his black hair.

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with super powers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.

STOP!

 

Stop!

Go no farther.

Oasis lies ahead.

A town of mystery.

Disappearances.

Unsolved murders.

Amidst the palm trees

and isolated beaches,

lies an evil so deadly

that the undead are afraid.

Turn around.

Go home.

Before The Dead see you.

THE DEAD GAME

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MOVE TOO FAST

 

 

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

CALL MY NAME

 

I walk alone in the cold night.

On roads cleared but deserted.

No one calls my name to stop.

No one cares to see who I am.

I walk alone every night.

Hoping to find the one for me.

Hoping someone calls my name.

And cares enough to stop.

 

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