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EvocativeVerse2
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since 2003-09-10

Posts 1279

0 posted 2003-09-11 10:50 AM

These small American mid western towns,
remind me of unkempt, weathered, gravestones.
The houses are markers from yesterdays.
They've recorded a life's single moment,
and then were abandoned or forgotten.
Time has stained these dwellings an ashen gray,
for that is lumbers color of mourning.
Broken windows seem like eyeless sockets,
as I drive swiftly past headed elsewhere.
Silently I notice the derelicts,
and reflect about what I have observed.
What stories would those decrepit homes tell,
if only they had a mouth to speak with?
Would they tell tales of children and laughter,
or would their narrative be more somber?
Why did these communities pass away?
Those answers are not forthcoming this day.
There is only the open road ahead,
and the roar of the engine of my bike.
I am a cowboy of sorts. A rough neck.
Upon a steel horse named, "Harley," I ride,
a rebel trapped in a conformist's world.
This is the life I have chosen to lead,
and though many spit out the word, "Biker,"
as if it were a deadly contagion,
I begrudge not their Ken and Barbie lives.
Let them play at dolls if they must. I won't!
Twelve months ago I gave up make believe.
Big Brother no longer dictates my life.
Let others march to the beat of the clock.
Smiling I slip my bike into fifth gear.
A thunderhead rumbles across the plains.
There is a storm front building, a war cry,
and it speaks loudly that the time's at hand,
for us to hurl aside our manacles.
These small mid western American towns,
were once the backbones of our native land,
and that ghostly life is calling to me.
Those were simpler times when men were just men,
and the pistol at your hip was the law.
It's towards yesteryear that I hurry,
for I wish to reclaim that heritage.
Somewhere upon the prairies I'll homestead,
and forget the adulteress I wed.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2003-09-11 11:24 AM

I know the places
of which you speak.

Well done, Sir.

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

2 posted 2003-09-11 11:38 AM

"Time has stained these dwellings an ashen gray,
for that is lumbers color of mourning."

~ Very creative!

"There is only the open road ahead,
and the roar of the engine of my bike.
I am a cowboy of sorts. A rough neck.
Upon a steel horse named, "Harley," I ride,
a rebel trapped in a conformist's world."

~ I feel your angst and frustration, but you are freeeee! --and I love riding Harley's! (on the back of them!)

"It's towards yesteryear that I hurry,
for I wish to reclaim that heritage.
Somewhere upon the prairies I'll homestead,
and forget the adulteress I wed."

~ That last line was the clincher and explained a whole lot of things! I too have had feelings like you have so passionately expressed. You are a brave spirit to leave conformity and forge your own path.

This poem is

. I wish you well.

Loving, healing hugs,
EA

[This message has been edited by Earth Angel (09-11-2003 11:39 AM).]

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

3 posted 2003-09-11 11:50 AM

EvocativeVerse

You write such a clear imagery of the town and landscape of your ride...makes me want to up and go myself...somewhere clean and new. Your last line though, made me go back and read again with new eyes,as it brings more depth and an aching sadness to the poem. Well done! Very much enjoyed!

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

4 posted 2003-09-11 11:55 AM

I know of what you speak..

Well done.

Susan

EvocativeVerse2
Senior Member

since 2003-09-10

Posts 1279

5 posted 2003-09-11 12:19 PM

Thank-you Sunshine...I am glad you liked this little poem. It was such an easy write. Hi Earth Angel...riding on the back of a Harley eh? Mmm...sounds like a bit of the divine. Hello Martie...read and reread. Hee hee! This is very close to a true story. I left Ontario Canada after getting divorced and moved to Iowa. I was trying to capture what it was I saw during the trip. Susan my friend...glad you got a chance to see this. Thank-you all for the kind words. Looking forward to reading all of your stuff too. ***Hugs***. Kevin R. Middleton

froggy
Senior Member

since 2003-06-23

Posts 1893
Michigan

6 posted 2003-09-11 09:48 PM

I don't remember seeing this one.
Is it new or did I forget?

Either way you certainly have a wonderful way
of expressing your words.

;-)

Ribbit

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