Once Bitten

Sitting sidesaddle upon her big gun
Whilst men were dying from sun to sun
She smiled and bowed as customary
Hollywood intellect rosy and merry
Face-time and ego her mainstay that day
As bodies in bags they still carried away
Used me as I was an immature teen
Politics and war caught in between
Spat on me once and said I’ve done wrong
There were years ahead to forgive and be strong

But as history has shown they won’t let it pass
Still say we killed babies and smoked lots of grass
And political garbage still liters the land
From a shadowy figure of a tall slender man
Used his dead comrades as young as they were
To increase his good fortune if that he prefer
But I’m alive still and being spit upon twice
Older and wiser let me give some advice
Rhetoric you drivel may sway your own kind
But we’re the ones that watched your behind

he rides a KLR
and they wizz into the stars
vroom vroom
adventure bike, not speed
no reason to bleed (again)
no joy in riding in the rain
she likes the way it hums
the way her best friend drums
she like the way it growls
the way her mom's dog howls
she likes the way it moves
the way her husband grooves
she likes everything
about motorbikes
like taking early forest hikes
its just a thing - no simple matter
like Alice and her Hatter
she flew once,
from the handlebars
and broke a bone or two
but still,
she likes to ride
she keeps her circle wide,
- wider -
She Rider.

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                  On the Opening of Words

I love to open words, and so do you:
Old words growled by our fathers in the fens
Smooth words polished on the tables of the Law
Neologisms laughed into being over beer

Words cadenced on the ****** fields of Mars
Words whispered on the perfumed pillows of Venus
Words prayed around the Altar of our God
Words breathed in pain on the last day of all

I love to open words, and so do you
Our words, our holy words, both old and new

With Trick or Treat a-loomin'
and the harvest moon a-gloom'n
and the ghosts and goblins loose upon the streets

You can bet your bottom dollar
that you'll hear a screech and holler
when you open up your door to give ‘em treats.

But beware of werewolves howlin'
and the zombies who are prowlin'
In the shadows in the corners of your mind.

For the scary cogitation
in your own imagination
is the one that you have mentally designed.

So...remember you'r not seeing
any supernat'ral being...
they're just costumes and some make up on the kids.

But be sure and take no chances
e're they start their spooky dances
Give them candy or the ghouls might flip their lids!

Happy Halloween my neighbors
on this night of ghostly labors....
And good luck.  You can't escape it if you could.

They'll arrive in cars and wagons...
dressed as witches, bats and dragons.
And they won't all be from your own neighborhood.

BOO!