The Road Across America's Wandering Road Of Poetry, The Beginning
by David Lester Young
Friday, April 14, 2006
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If I could drive around America and find its voice coming alive in free speech expression, I would. Because for America to unite its voices must moderate from all the streets spread all across this diverse nation. Not on a lost voice of Washington power lobbyists, who corrupt the fabric with Five Star Treats. In poverty I would dream of the middle and lower class of Americans becoming equal in Washington.
A) The Beginning
The roads of American imaginations,
Gravel, bumpy, concrete, asphalt, smooth,
Dusty coverings upon a poetic coat of
Paint searching for poetry along the way,
Place where words fly so free they melt.
Oh Crossfire floating spirit of free flight.
Glide us upon a land of sweets and honey.
Where butterflies dance on humming words,
Song birds dart in wild flower versed breezes,
Massaging stanzas ‘n tranquil dreamscapes.
Can dreams wander onto creative avenues?
Confining conforming conservative boundaries
Left behind, exploring magical new landscapes,
Which needs liberal wings to float among Freedom,
Searching across a diversity of networked roadways.
Spring green imagery mixing white dogwoods,
Snowy-flaked blossoming springing downy rain,
Serene scenic scenery lined serendipity swamp.
Flooded backwaters of spring rejuvenated birth.
Road with a definite beginning to a defined ending,
Crossing cross worded scrabble signed streets.
Some turning into dead end definitions,
While other stretch onto changing characters,
Long isolated deserted, never ending challenges.
Reaching across a maze of unknown perils.
So the roads will start to unwinding mysteries,
Unfolding from Alabama to California dreaming.
Daily diary day tripping independent Democracy,
Feeling the Artmosphere of American culture
From streets of ever changing scenes of imagery.
So travel the unique roads to your own words
Feeling America come alive underneath you,
Let April the month of poetry inspire you.
Upon America wandering road of poetry
To find the streets Washington forgot about.
D.Lester 04/14/06 ©
De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time
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|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Wonderful writing Dave...Happy Easter to you...
love and peace, Carole
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Little Long But Well Done Said...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I pray you find the voices for change. Count me in. :) Excellent poetry.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I pray you have a safe, blessed Easter and a very happy birthday (if it hasn't passed already).
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Wow......one word WOW!!
Great poetry David!!