"indy" poems
Simple nicotine
of the great
unwashed dean
Simply sitting down
on the sandy
bordered town
The village was so windy
you could
almost call it Indy
Boats were anchored
in a different
type of inn
the wind today
is warm
the sins are left
to warn
another day will pass
as rain and sand c-clash
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
i walk by in a solumn state of mind.
I realize what i have missed in my lifetime."
The heart can do strange things to a man love can change you."
i know i have had to fight my inner demons not change i have fought it off with scraps and a fist.
Can a man who does not care what people think about him what his actions are.
Considering his love has not been returned will she take in consdieration that he would take a bullet for her.
The fact that he is a great friend just a misunderstood fellow who could fit in a indy film with a crew of rejects.
As he hits the end of the road he sees her alone realizing walking away from the hearts true feelings."
The man walks back and starts to run into the battle field of war the bullet hits him and his inner demons say any last words.
The man simply replys i won"t let you control me bleeding and all he charges them with his hearts desire and when the dust settled."
he stood in the hearts battlefied full of broken bodys and failures of his past. As he is walking back for her he"s dirty and injured.
Has peace finally come to him it has no more battles,no fighting demons as he reaches for her the hand into the world he once knew crashed.
His bitter rage he smashes the wall freeing it but the battle that was over had hit them. Egos clashing, , arguing ,backstabbing but people were happy. Not for long though as people felt the bitterness the man had gone through as he finally finds her she is there for him. His happyness was there the whole time but doesn"t like to reveal to much. he realizes melancholy seconds later equals to succession.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Nine a,m.
- an old suit case
- and blue arsed flies.
Read old news again today,
poverty is dead -
or so they say,
a three ring circus
came to play,
when Maggie snatched -
our milk away.
Watched
three Blue arsed flies
doing the Indy 500
'round my light bulb,
drank coffee - minus milk.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 8:54 AM UTC
The reflective green of the exit, not this one
A long way from home with the black too beneath the worn rubber that has traveled so many miles
The dashed lines pass and pass and pass, from white to yellow and back again
A semi flys by, I don't mind, it's enjoyable to take your time.
Where to this time?
To Dayton?
To Louisville?
To Indy?
The spirit to travel will always be in me.
Oh how these lights cast our the darkness as I fly by.
To put this down on paper would feel much simpler, more real, more meaningful
The imagery would appear and stick like the ink to the paper, like the tires to the road
Always on the go, always on the run, to travel, to explore, so many places I've never been before
As I reflect about the open road, I'm trapped inside this coat check in a building filled with the lost
How I long to travel home on this cold winters night and dream of places not yet seen
How I long to feel my eyes feast upon so many unknown wonders
Will I get to view such things?
One wonders, for now I'll chase the road like post lightning thunders.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Aye! Foreign Eye; tooth for a truth! you gnome eyne sane? Troot I owe ewe nah, youths dunno, you fin nah Noll. *** eye us fin nah per se, foe Theo Theo, ewe know O you no, enter ups shun, wot in the hex dies... jest say? Dis' awe beast anaconda sate shun bout Intrusion. O Why? O Why? O Eye, ice bins scratch in at Maya -Maya, day yum eye, forests rail lea bane it she laid lea. Wear Aye, yum Aye, yum Ah! Yea, *** eyes us sane, isis slow ands dims sum. Bess beefs be indy, indy, India, India, Far test fum yore deaf viand as understanding! O My! you oft de deep and of diem, diem... dim niche holes. couldst I ask I such without such plea? Pulleys! Pull East! Scaly wax inner interim oh, honor too, ides doe no, disease?
Lo! Land ** Too old geese sirs seize dearth closure mead wits mine ***** eye; and Naughty Wit Stan Ding disown. Yet fervor from mine arenose ol' hail home, I hath ne'er be -admit I to I; and plead to thee, wizened dis' Beseecher's breeching beach! Shea jest dis' a-greased wit who sow error to dew sew... ***** nil eat.
And therefore store my old hat lore, as I cast in twos that sea... Aye! thee, Foreign Eye! Truth for a truth, if truth it be, truth tell I, true to thee do I e'er be nah; e'er be I, true to thee from noun on; in air go, did jest *** you ditz dun to me, but now a blind eye a-see a freed bird!
- I caste you one lass time in due thus see. Cuss you beast an false eye, my you still dunce see, still blind you be, be dissin' in my sir name an airy way, and mode in air gone come.. a-seaward.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
The difference between a
Corgi and a Kilt is that one
does not need to lift a Kilt
to see if a Corgi's got *****
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
you came & left at a speed that could have won the Indy 500
your wheels spinning so fast it left me dizzy
the rhythm of your engine urging me to keep up
i never quite could
we kept our words guarded but our bodies vulnerable
every inhale & exhale of breath
every touch
was a conversation we were too afraid to have
our bodies built walls
they still remain
i know
it has been 9 months since we last kissed
but i understand you now more than ever
your wheels were made to keep turning
burning rubber like you burn bridges
......
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
The Musician
I need a singer, to sing me a song;
Anytime of the day, I will need her love.
I need her beauty, to shine as she sings;
Or I need to hear her scream in sympathy.
My eternal sunshine, you look divine,
Beneath the light that shines, to show me your smile.
My love is yours to behold, my life.
I allow you to see through me; to see inside.
To see what is real;
Like the pain I feel without you near.
I wish this heart would pick a new career;
Because it is useless at love; it’s like me - a loser.
All I ask for, is you to sing a song I choose;
A rock song, a reggae number,
An indy tune, rap, comedy or something other;
Like a poem I wrote, after having a ****
My poetry has rhythm, so any poem could become a song…almost.
But if you find a song of mine you like;
Take it within your soul, for the rest of your life.
For I shall always write another,
For it is my hobby, my job, my love, my career.
So I pray you hear the words I speak;
For one day I could write the words for you to sing.
If you understand me,
Then be with me.
Read all my poetry and songs…
If you want to know the real me.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Somewhere between
Blue and violet
Somewhere between
Someone I never knew
And
Someone I thought
I’d never met
Stood Indigo
Not an Indy
That’s just too vague
You made sure of that
From beneath a wide brim
Summer of love hat
That acted like a sundial
But tracked the moon
The sea of tranquility
The place Were you
And I
And
The elephants on your bracelet
Can look back upon the world
And consider it as
Lapis Lazuli in our eyes
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC