Archive for February, 2012

Red Light Runners

February 27, 2012

On my perch at the local Starbucks one can see many interesting traffic events and anomalies. Red light running seems to be a growing problem. People don’t want to slow and wait their turn. Imagine that! I predict it won’t improve because societal stress isn’t going away. So here’s to those who can’t seem to slow as the intersection light goes amber.

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Dump trucks, SUVs and motorcycles too,

At intersections meet; to safely pass on through.

But danger lurks with amber lights;

resentment blooms at traffic slights.

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Late or rushed or just plain mad-

ignoring cues; the speeding lad,

demands his rights and faster goes-

under red for other’s woes!

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No metal cage or bags of air,

protect the biker, right and fair.

Red Light Runners aim to kill-

Collisions sudden trump your skill.

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Masterpiece in my Garage

February 10, 2012

Recently PBS and NatGeo did a special program on a possible Leonardo DaVinci discovery. The portrait on vellum (calf skin) was verified to be 16th century work and probably Italian. The image of a young woman could be worth $100M just because it may be from Da Vinci’s hand. Another masterpiece from humbler linage sits in my garage. But not always….

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ForgottenĀ princess of Renaissance conforms,

Da Vinci’s work and toil defines her form;

But colder color clashes hard on chrome at home,

While silently my v-twin rests for running, and to roam.

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The beauty with her details fine and pure,

Flesh colors and the shading; proof is sure-

But my garage confines a beauty just as true,

Long, low lines and sleekness colored blue.

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Wealth untold for her on vellum meek-

A muted portrait flat that millions seek,

But riding with acceleration hard-

Transcends in splendor down life’s boulevard.

 

To Ride or Not to Ride -UNFINISHED-

February 3, 2012

This effort reminds me of the little boy coloring a picture when his mom asked him what he was doing. The little boy said he was making a picture of heaven. His mom protested and said that no one knows what heaven looks like. The little boy said that ‘they will when I’m through’.

As you will see this work is unfinished. It is not my aim to insult the great bard but to salute him. Some guy once wrote that no one really understands the great ‘TO BE OR NOT TO BE’, but as you can see I’m working on it. Updates as they are made.

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To ride or not to ride, that is the question!

Whether ’tis nobler the rain to suffer, or
The slings and arrows of raging soccer grandmothers
who both gawk and text simultaneously.
Or to roll your throttle against the tide of traffic,

And by riding stay them, for just another day.
But no, per chance to skip the ride just now,
Too cold or hot or windy, a hundred stresses more-

That flesh is heir to riding as consummation
Pray a prayer to rest from riding never;

But risk a dream; the ride of roadways clear and dry-
For in that dream of rides, what dreams may come!
Far from the shores of democrats and endless taxes.

But, when we discard this v-twin tainted flesh;
And pause at the threshold of eternity’s long ride
What weight urban congestion and frustration will remain?

That makes calamity of a ride so rude and long.
For who could bear the stop and go of surface streets,
Endure the insolence of lessor men on local roads.

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[1]