Traffic Jam
Traffic has stopped and came to a halt
Vehicles seem to be floating as on basalt
The bass of a car stereo is loudly invading
On road trips the laughter is slowly fading
Demanding passage fire trucks are blaring
Drivers move out of the way grimly staring
Thinking about previous incidences speeding
Taking chances all of a sudden seems misleading
Vivid images of accidents and lots of blood
Disturbs the minds of the waiting like a flood
Thinking about responsibilities and loved ones
Officers on motorcycles passing by with guns
Clouds of smoke ahead make people unsure
To arrive at the destination without a detour
Imagination takes its course in intermission
Giving up people finally turn off their ignition
Cars' starting to move again as the road clears
But rubber necks induce a new jam it appears
Car horns are beeping with impatience ahead
Road rage is at its best again and widespread
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Road Accidents
Why do we
Always blame
Our drivers
For our
Road accidents?
Yes, many of them
Are at fault -
Driving rashly
On forged licenses,
Talking incessantly,
Listening to blaring
Music that pierces -
Our ears deafeningly
Also,
Speeding fast to
Overtake others
Even if it entails
A straight road
To death ;)
But we pedestrians
Are no less careless
Flouting road rules
Crossing wherever possible
And while crossing
What do we do?
No, we don't look
Left or Right -
As we should do
To keep ourselves
Safe and aware of
Oncoming traffic.
But instead,
We keep texting
On our mobiles,
Saying ‘Hi's
And ‘Bye's to our
Friends aplenty…
Without realising
That one road crash
Can make us lose our
Limbs or deliver us
Straight to Lord Almighty ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Only If God Says Yes
Choices that we make in life
May take us far
Chances that we take tonight
May lead us into darken places
But at the end of Godly choices
Are higher dreams
But in the game of chance
Theres only a guilty wave or stream
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
But it's only if God says yes
I'll make my move
And it's only if God says yes
Then I will choose
For it's only if God would just
Bow his head
Then I will do it
Thats what I will do
I started down the right road
Only to end up wrong
The endless journey carried me so far away
From my home and family
But I'm learning I was never meant to go alone
Neither was it meant for me to go on my own no
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
I'll never go on my own
I'll never go all alone
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
But it's only if God says yes
I'll make my move
For it's only if God says yes
Then I will choose
For it's only if God would just answer me
And it's only if God would just hear my plead
And it's only if God would just bow his head
Then I will do it
That's what I will do
That's what I will do
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Only If God Says Yes
Choices that we make in life
May take us far
Chances that we take tonight
May lead us into darken places
But at the end of Godly choices
Are higher dreams
But in the game of chance
Theres only a guilty wave or stream
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
But it's only if God says yes
I'll make my move
And it's only if God says yes
Then I will choose
For it's only if God would just
Bow his head
Then I will do it
Thats what I will do
I started down the right road
Only to end up wrong
The endless journey carried me so far away
From my home and family
But I'm learning I was never meant to go alone
Neither was it meant for me to go on my own no
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
I'll never go on my own
I'll never go all alone
Sometimes I don't know which road I should take
Sometimes I don't know which move I should make
But it's only if God says yes
I'll make my move
For it's only if God says yes
Then I will choose
For it's only if God would just answer me
And it's only if God would just hear my plead
And it's only if God would just bow his head
Then I will do it
That's what I will do
That's what I will do
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Sonnet: Use God's Road For You
If you are in the track that God ear-marked;
Just walk, then run, but looking never back;
And never stop, becoming car that’s parked;
God guides and keeps his people in His track.
God clears the road off boulders that you trip;
He makes the path all levelled, smooth and clean;
He will not let you ever fall or slip;
And clears the road off men who are most mean.
Nothing goes wrong ev'r with God beside;
No Tempter dare succeed in tempting too;
From dangers on the route, he will you hide;
His road is safe till Heaven comes in view.
Just put your trust in God and forge ahead;
But never mind, if on the way, you're dead!
poem by John Celes
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Traffic Jam The Third
What should conquer and move on the road are not vehicles and vendors
But the heart and consciousness of people that walk on the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road
The chicken was undecided on whether to cross the road,
she was a short sighted chicken
who, not being able to see across the road
couldn't quite understand the advantages
of being on the other side.
People passing by the chicken
stopped to ask if she wanted to get across the road
but the chicken just clucked, indecisively,
looking very concerned as to her own
demise if she should attempt to.
After all, should she transverse the road
and avoid oncoming vehicles
she would then be stuck on the other side
but should she not, then she may well
feel unfulfilled, unaccomplished.
Not wanting to disappoint,
let down, or cause a disturbance
the chicken did a little shake,
a little flutter and hop, skipped
and jumped across the road.
A local lorry came hurtling towards her,
she saw the headlights, heard the horn
but too late! There were chicken bits
all over the place while a local
reporter took notes, writing:
We'll never know why the chicken
tried to cross that road in heavy traffic
but she was pronounced dead
on arrival at the local hospital.
They'll be no live chicken tonight.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Road We're On
'It's all a road we build'
he said
'you lay down the concrete
or tar for the asphalt;
you heat it
and take it through all the stages
with yellow lines
white lines-
a road has to have
boundaries and destinations.
There are the road signs:
'caution'
'soft shoulder'
'curves ahead'
'pedestrians'
'stop ahead'
'divided highway.'
'no u-turns.'
'highway patrol station
The thought
is whether the road we build
is our own
and whether it leads where we
want to go
and who on the road
we're traveling with.
Just like life.
Up and down hills;
speed bumps
parking lots
long rides
The trick is not to be
a highway statistic
didn't see the stop sign
ran over too many pedestrians.
or a high speed causality
best to hope for soft shoulders
and broad lanes
and the laughter of friends
as the sun shines overhead
taking us
home.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Bury Me In A Scrap Yard
I’ve been a truck driver all my life,
and when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go.
I am used to the diesel smoke
and burning rubber,
just bury me with the old wrecks
and no one will notice me there.
I’ve spent a lifetime on the road
with squealing brakes, burning rubber
and diesel smoke choking my throat.
I’ve driven my old truck
a thousand miles or more
and then back home again.
Therefore, when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go
and if you want to give me a marker
put a detour sign over my head.
I’ve seen loads of them
wherever I had to go,
so when I go to the Lord,
bury my earthy remains
underneath a scrap yard
where all the old trucks go
as I will be at home there
with diesel smoke and burning rubber.
poem by David Harris
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A walk
I'm walking down this road, looking for a new way,
Looking to what's ahead, I move without delay,
I'm walking down this road, blind to where it'll take me,
All I know is the past, ain't where I want to be,
I'm walking down this road, hoping to start anew,
I have come so far now, I've got to continue,
I'm walking down this road, toward what I pursue,
Certain that my failure, has been long overdue.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Road Runner
Lady\'s & Gentlemen...
Step right up...
Let\'s go see the elephant...
Well I\'m a road runner honey... yeaaaoooo yea
I\'m a road runner honey
And you can\'t keep up with me
Well I\'m a road runner lover
And you can\'t keep up with me
You got a green light baby
Baby baby you will see
Well... move over honey
Baby... let me by
Yeah move over honey
C\'mon... let me by
I wanna show you baby... cheers...
Here\'s mud in yo eye
Wellll... eat my dust
Lets have a road runner wedding
And we gotta get it right
They\'ll be a road runner wedding
Yeah but it can\'t be white
Wear the dress that I wanted
And burn some rubber tonight... huh huh ha ha...
Joe\'s solo...
Well I\'m a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I\'m a road runner honey... beep beep
Yeah I\'m a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I\'m a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I\'m a road... run... ner
Well I\'m a road... run... ner
Well I\'m a road runner
A road runner
A road runner
A road runner... honey
Yeeeeaaahhhhh...
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Move
I was sitting at my desk, I was a little depressed,
My nerves laid back, I was busy stressed,
Messed up in the club with the girlies bt
U I think about, think about, think about yoooo
And I couldnt stay alone I couldnt stay at home
So I thought about it, talked about it on my microphone,
Cause the plight that I have is to make the people groove
The plight that I have is to make the people move
What you wanna do, what do to groove what you want,
What you want, what you want - move
Chorus:
Move ya, move move ya,
Move I said, move I said, move and go ahead
Cause if we drop that beat, you gotta feel that treat-
Ment by the bass, by the drums in your fac
E wanna see your left hand wanna see your right hand
Still u gotta know we are a live bad band
Move to the rytm, move, move to the rhyme,
You can see it, you can feel it, you can hear it in the streets
Step one to the front step two to the back
Move I said, move I said, move and go ahead, fred!
Chorus
Gonna make you move...
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Straight Ahead
Day by day, dream by dream.
I fight to find the way to go.
Every day opens a different door.
Every dream shadows the one before.
But slowly I can see
The way youve made for me.
Straight ahead, I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark.
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Carry on through the night,
When the road is hard to find.
Lying lights tell me to turn around.
Lying thoughts tell me Im lost not found.
But clearly I can see
Youre waiting there for me.
Straight ahead, I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark.
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead),
Straight ahead, (straight ahead).
Straight ahead (straight ahead), I can see your light.
Straight ahead, through the dark (through the dark).
Straight ahead, theres no left or right.
Straight ahead, to your heart.
Straight ahead....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Perhaps A Heaven May Be Waiting...
A road winding up to a misty top
Travelled by men with feeble limbs..
The journey never ends.
Where should they halt for a while?
This road gives no options
It winds on with an obstinancy..
The men pant and ponder.
What is the solace to these men doomed?
The sky would have been the better destination
As the transperant elemant isn`t that brutal.
Before you begin to tread the road laid by others
Ask a question, ' Shall I? '
The mist over the unknown tops infinite
Never fades out for you, further the road winds on..
And you will curse the day,
As the world looks on.
When you go for a trekking
Let the sky be your destination.
In the wilderness of the infinity there
Perhaps a heaven may be waiting...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Magic & Loss - The Summation
When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And its best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Its best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out
You have to be very strong, cause youll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears theres an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
As the smoke clears theres an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you cant be shakespeare and you cant be joyce
So what is left instead
Youre stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment this wonderful fire
Started up again
When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through Im better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And theres a door up ahead not a wall
As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the buildings burning move towards that door
But dont put the flames out
Theres a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Theres a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Driving To Work (Revised)
Took a scenic route to look at jacarandas
in bloom - sadly their purple was stripped
by last night's rain, stuck behind a slow-
moving police van, no chance to play Grand
Prix again
Next time I'll keep to the highway, people
claim they see deer and giraffes in the
sanctuary next to the road, I would love
to see any but am always racing - it'd be
so such fun
Currently I have to watch other cars with
a hawk's eye after a crash yesterday, two
drivers not looking at a roundabout went
for the same spot, now I glare at drivers
with laser eyes
To make sure they are clear before I drive
off; I love my little Suzuki too much to take
any unwarranted risks' - speeding only on a
straight stretch of road is allowed in my
history book
Pretoria 17 October 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Daffy Duck
A daffy duck stood in the middle of the road.
She wasn't in a rush, so her time she took.
The approaching lorry driver wasn't happy,
And his angry fist at her he shook!
She soon became the main attraction.
People tried chasing her out of the way.
Soon, she was back on the pavement,
And was now safe and well again. Yay!
But people were walking towards her,
And, of the crowds, she was very scared,
So she ran back into the road again,
And at her, the next approaching driver glared!
She ran around in a blind panic,
Not knowing which way to go.
In and out of the road she ran,
Dashing this way and that, to and fro.
She halted all the traffic.
The wrong turn she'd taken by mistake.
I wished that I could catch her
And reunite her with her waiting drake.
The last sighting I had of her,
She was running off up the High Street,
As fast as her little legs could carry her,
And, boy, how fast could she move those feet!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Old Gunn's Gully Line
The ole train puffs in once a day
On the ole Gunn's Gully line;
In a lazy, leisurely kind o' way
She comes in, wet or fine.
Nobody wants her, nobody needs her,
Nobody likes her, nobody heeds; her
Usefulness is done.
But, wet or fine, or sun or shine,
That ole train's got to run.
A man an' a dog, they loaf about
To watch the train come in;
An' a man an' a boy an' a bag get out
With Bowyang's ole cream-tin.
An' all men say wot all men know:
That all things are as all things show,
An' the trip don't pay for grease.
But, come wot may, the Heads they say
Them trips must never cease.
Now, to an' from the market town,
On the new Gunn's Gully road,
The motor cars speed up an' down,
An' trucks with many a load,
For there's the road, an' there's the car,
An' there's the chance; so, there you are!
Let progress forge ahead!
But the Heads they say them cars must pay
Or the ole train might dropp dead.
The ole train puffs out once a day
On the ole Gunn's Gully spin;
With a man inside, some days, to ride
With Bowyang's old cream-tin.
And men ask, Why? An' men ask who
The ole train serves like the morors do?
But the Heads must have their fun.
So they shoves a tax on the people's backs;
For that ole train's-got-to-run!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Not An Answer Why.
Fay managed to get out
while her father worked
and she came
and knocked at your door
and said
You want to go out?
Sure
you replied
and you both went down
the stairs of the apartment block
across the Square
and down the slope
up Meadow Road
crossing over
the bombsite
behind the coal wharf
and on to the main road
where you walked along
side by side
Let's see what's on
at the movies
you said
and you stopped outside
the movie house
and peered at the programmes
Fay said
My daddy doesn't think
movies are right for children
he says they're sinful
and full of lust
and sex
and greed
and she stopped
and stared along the road
at the people passing
and the cars and lorries
going by
on the main road
and the evening air
choked up with fumes
and the street lights
giving a false perspective
It isn't all like that
you said
Some movies are about love
and laughter
and people enjoy going
it takes them out
of their dreary lives
Fay said
I've never been
inside a movie house
never seen a movie
Well why don't you come with me
to the matinee on Saturday
I can squeeze some money
from my dad for the two of us
Fay looked at you
and seemed interested
but then said
No I can't
if my father caught me
there'd be hell to pay
and apart from the lecture
on the immorality
of the arts and such
he'd belt me some
and not let me out again
for some time
and you said
Ok but some day
you're going to find out
things aren't always
as the parents say
then you're going to
have to find your own road
and walk your own way
and she looked sad
and walked away
from the movie house
along to the subway
and down the steps
into the bright lights
and noise of traffic
over head
and you touched her hand
and she gripped yours
and you walked down
through the subway tunnel
she in her flowered dress
and brown shoes
slightly scuffed
and you
in your tee shirt and jeans
and you pretended
not to notice
the bruise on her thigh
which caught your eye
as she skipped along
her dress rising high
as she went holding tight
your hand
her fingers wrapped
about yours
and up and out
on the other side
of the subway
with its bright lights
and evening sky
and too many questions
and not an answer why.
poem by Terry Collett
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The road ahead dissolved into dust
The road ahead dissolved into dust
and we could not see the track
nor any of the other fighting vehicles
consisting out of Olifant main battle tanks
and Ratel armoured cars that were ahead of us.
Bushes were covering the veldt
on all sides and around us,
the early morning fog
had drifted over from the river
and worse still tried to cover things
and in the distance I heard the cannon
of a enemy tank blasting off a projectile
and almost felt the impact hitting us,
but it shrieked past
and at speed we left the track
rammed through some bushes
and the Ratel-90 armoured car
draw to a halt
and our return shot
found its mark
and we had to take another one
to make dead sure
of the destruction
of the Russian manufactured T-55 tank
before speeding away
trying to avoid being hit
and found another target
and one more and another after that
and later even filling the night
with bright flashing canon flame,
sending death out with projectiles
to whichever enemy that we found.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Patriotic Lies
You sit pondering, thinking slowly
About the things that have been done
You can't help but doubting
That this war can actually be won
You think of the events
that led to this war
And the memories start coming back
People jumping from the 80th floor
Rather than staying to die with the pack
The U.S. has never been more patriotic
Than in the past few years
But the patriotism is wearing thin
And so are the tears.
You can help but think
People are starting to forget
Except for those that were there
Worried about money and bets
Instead of Caution and Fear.
Is smart to move on
But never forget
Because if we're not aware
The same thing may happen again
The fear, the tears
Body's falling
here and there
All of this for people to finally care? ?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will continue to dwell in our minds
But we continue to fall
To divide, and make racial lines.
Why should it take Rage, Sorrow, and terror
For us to finally unite?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will never be sealed air tight...
poem by Melissa Ferrer
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