Rolling Thunder
Jun 19th, 2009 | By Joseph Meckes | Category: Poetry | 485 viewsHelmet in hand
sun on the rise
I’m on my way
there’s road to baptize.
Twist of my wrist
age left behind
my super male ego
completely defined.
Heart pounding fear
from a screaming beast.
A dragon from hell
willfully unleashed.
Riding the noise
that feeds my need
to live on the edge
with the devil’s creed.
The speed imbolds me
my spirit is free.
The wings of defiance
re-vitalize me.
The day has ended
and so has the ride.
Once again home
the need satisfied.
The sun’s going down
life’s back on track.
My Granddaughter yells
“Grandpa is back”!
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About Joe: I've always loved poetry, not all poetry, but the stuff that makes you laugh or cry. I've been writing poetry for family and friends since college but have resisted pushing my poetic style to a public medium until now. I guess I'm a senior citizen since AARP has solicited my membership which I just haven't wanted to accept yet. I am busy with my career as a manufacturing software consultant, spending time with my wife of 34+ years, involved with our two daughter's lives, and my grandsons. Oh those grandsons! I've been blessed in many ways but most of all with health and family. I'm a world traveler and have been dumb struck many times by the beauty of God's world and the complexities of his creation. I hope you enjoy my poetry. Please feel free to contact me; I enjoy the interaction with other creative writers. |
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