Challenge: Road Trip

My challenge to the poets here there and everywhere is to write on the theme of Road Trips. Interpret as you will. 15- 30 lines. Rhyming or not, in any style you wish.


Today is Tuesday, this challenge will last until Sunday midnight, your local time (honor system folks ).
Last one in has the privilege (or the obligation), should they accept it, to start the next challenge thread, choose the title and determine conditions.

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Additionally, if you are new to this challenge series, please visit the previous installments. Of course, anyone can jump right in at any point.

First, by the esteemed HarryHill (who started all this): Wheel Of The Year

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488624

Second, by me: Gratitude

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1488624

Third...from the gracious Mrtenant : Dancing

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489521

Fourth, Greenmountaineer gave us: Outdoor Games

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1489870

Fifth, Underyourspell bewitched us all with: Superstition

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1490279

and most recently Piscator urged us to find our: Right Place Wrong Time

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1490765

Road Trip

Not in the corner of my eye,
but in some corner of my mind
I remember the swagger in Katherine's hips,
full bust, long legs and flat stomach.

Under the canopied shuffleboard court,
"Your turn, my Dear" comes out of my mouth
as I nibble her ear who giggles
that Snuggles is regular again
Harriet cheats at gin rummy,
and that was some touchdown pass
the Gronk snared in the final seconds

while Katherine slides her disc
towards some far away number
as we amble hand in hand
down the long and narrow road
together.

Evergreen Highway (Anti-Deciduous Road Trip)

cascadiabound said:

My challenge to the poets here there and everywhere is to write on the theme of Road Trips. Interpret as you will. 15- 30 lines. Rhyming or not, in any style you wish.
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12/12: 12:43 PM

Oh say goodbye to Cali,
goodbye to all my girls,
pack your sled with all that's owned,
only three thousand miles to home.

Goodbye to palm trees and succulents,
hello to scrub and yucca, fatigue,
sleep beside ticking pipes, empty highway,
just too tired to ride, awaken,
slap off ants having breakfast,
roar east to greet a cloudless dawn,
heat wraiths dancing on the pavement,
visions of coffee in their hands.

Breakdown in Tucson, gas up, go again,
high noon in White Sands, midnight,
the Badlands, struck by a falling star,
gutter nap at an empty welcome station,
awake, Rvs, cars, bedroom walls, flushed tank,
wakeup call, goodbye nap. Hello Oklahoma.

Hello Mr. Trooper, that fast? No ticket, just a warning,
speed trap, mile marker two oh two, thanks Smokey.

Across the flat lands a dream, stop, fill up,
go, repeat. Yee Haaaaa! Cross the Mississippi,
bridge sounds like a welcommmmmmmm. Let's boogie.

Goodbye Memphis, hello 64, lower gears chew 200 twisty miles
victoriously in an afternoon to where the Cedars grow at home.

On This One Back Road

It
was while
we were on
this one back road
that we had found a
van parked on the side of
the road with the sound of this
one chick screaming for help which made
both of us open the back doors of
the van and see this guy with no pants on
shoving his stiff cock into the pussy
of this one babe who was naked and
with her wrists tied tightly to
each other and tears out
of her eyes as she
said with her own
noiseless lips,
"Please... Help
Me!"

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Total Line Count: 20

^^^ guess some road trips arent for everyone

Mrtenant said:

^^^ guess some road trips arent for everyone

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You could say that again.

captainman2018 said:

You could say that again.

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Mrtenant said:

^^^ guess some road trips arent for everyone

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And some you will remember forever
just filled my placeholder, interesting idea that for later challenges, reread the rules and realized there were another five available this challenge, oh well.

Midnight slinks on the clawed paws
of a black cat
the air is hollow
as if entombed in echoes
each step full of nightingales
waiting to sing out
chirrup escapee, escapee

a whisper wakes me from
a small boys slumber
“tod, tod,”
it’s time to go
shhhhhh, it’s a secret

I try to rub sleep from my eyes
my wounds scream
and begin to weep
the flavour of dread
tangs the air
blood trickles down
I tongue the flavour my lip
oozing night terrors that taste like
alcohol filtered through the knuckles
of a broken mans wrath

whisked gently into my mother’s
quaking comfort
she glides wraith like
over the pitfalls that might wake
the leviathan from his slumber

bundled in the car swaddled in blankets
almost like a babe
my brother already fast asleep
on the seat next to me

mum turns the key delicately as if her held breath
would silence the rumble of a hole scattered muffler
rusted through, as if decay was chewing away at the
cars ability to breathe,

The roar of
“WHAT THE FUCK”
“SHANTIL, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

She slams the car into drive
as if she has the hounds of hell loosed
on her soul
loosed on her children’s souls

Shards of door splinter outwards
as the leviathan
shatters the peaceful night
shrieking rage and vengeance
he hurls a brick
from the cluster of rubble on the curb side

it’s ineffectual clunk
fades along with his screams

mums white knuckles
are splashed in tears
grip onto the wheel as if our lives depended on it

her breathing that of a sprinter
having just crossed the finish line
never again she sobs quietly
never again
as rubber rolls on the road to
chaos

1.


Afternoon in a sweltering garage
Sweat streaming from my face
A precision turn of the wrench,
Steel, aluminum, plastic, and grease
My knuckles hitting sharp edges
Knicked and bleeding with a grim smile
As the engine purrs in its idle
Wiping my hands and soiled tools
My thoughts wander to the morrow
And the long roads and highways ahead
The fabulous and dreadful scenery
Fantastic even as it becomes monotonous
Miles and miles to the border and beyond
Patting her as she powers down
The lady is sure ready to roll
Stripping off my shirt and going indoors
A bit of cleanup and gathering of my kit
An early repast and I'm quick to sleep
Dreaming of long journeys and an open road
My girl's sparkling eyes and radiant smile
Her warm embrace and soft lips

I'm Holier Than Thou Art, Friend


That would've got him a shiner
back at the stockyard in Chicago,
but in an empty box car at midnight
half the distance to Kansas

he said it with a twinkle
while offering me a cigarette
from a crumpled pack with just two left,
worth a few minutes of my time

to hear "Name’s Ben. What's yours?
Been tramping these rails since '32,
lost my job, the wife heads east.
You got a story too, my friend."

I did. We talked 'til 3 am.
So Ben, he pulls out a needle and thread
before some shut eye and says again,
"I'm holier than thou art, Friend."

"Now I get it," I says to Ben
feeling like O Holy Night
snowflakes fell until the dawn
when we shoveled cattle dung

on the ramp to the pens in Topeka
that got us eight bits for eggs and toast,
a cuppa Joe, and pack of butts
before hitching south with my new friend, Ben.

2.

Headlights glare and neon lights
Driving in the cool darkness of night
The stars above soon grow dim
With the fast approach of daybreak
My wheels just keep on rolling
Heavy against the freeway aspalt
And the city is in my rearview mirror
Fast across the steaming marshlands
The Summer's heat is unforgiving
With the steam and heat mirages
And a myriad of insect corpses
Decorate my windshield with their gore
The marshland soon gives way to forests
Whose amber sap now joins the fray
Ever present is the engine's steady rumble
The hum and whine of the wheels
Static on the stereo, and another dying town
How many more miles to go before I see her
A shake of my head as I turn the dial again
How many more miles before I get out of Texas

puppy knows it's a road trip
long before I say the word
circling my legs
sitting at the door
nudging the leash
and finally
lying right next to the pack bags
.... don't forget me!

water bottles filled
all the electronics set?
a book to read aloud
turn on the music... loud
as we back down the drive
"Out on the road today
I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac"
grinning, I take a spin around the block
ticking off the packing lists

and then the miles start to run
breathing free as life and home is left behind
your hand on my thigh
talking and laughing
finding those blue highways
and the treasures they hide

stopping to read every historic marker
breathing deep the overlook views.


(25 lines)

Road songs

Over the year’s we crossed this continent.
many miles of roads, some good, some bad.
Sometimes Simon and Garfunkel were our
sound tract, other times Steppenwolf,
once driving solo, Jan Garbareck
from Banff to Jasper, although
these days you favour podcasts.
But it’s really the stops between
roads that I remember

Spontaneous Road Trip

It was a party
that's for sure,
but we couldn't very well
have celebrated
when we weren't all here,

So, hit the ATM,
gassed the Beast,
nabbed a four-pack of Monster
and a whole satchel of
chips and crackers and cookies
of assorted kinds,
and we were off

Laughs led into chitchat,
grooving as best we could
to the radio, since Matt forgot
his CD-folder,
little silver discs waiting to
be replaced the way
they forced out cassettes,
who had done the same to
8-tracks

And, by time we'd made it,
the party had turned
serious, and the
look on your face when
you opened the door
nearly made me call it
off and head back
for home,

I'm glad I didn't,
Skype just doesn't do you justice,
and, sometimes, I need
to just hold you and
whisper in your ear

Yeah, that was one to
remember.

A Remec sighting.
I found Gone Down while looking for another. It's way over the line limit, but I always liked the way the pov moved south.
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A lot of road trips are of the shorter but equally time burning variety.
No 7hunder Road under the line limit.
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Oh, another Rutting Season also long and also the one I was looking for.
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I'll use this for a place holder n see what new or snooze develops. Coffee.

Take it to the Line Limit

I don't want it to end,
keep on moving along,
life's been one long road trip.

A '49 Buick left Tennessee,
Mom, Dad, Brother n me,
Disneyland or bust, oh boy!

Tents and sleeping bags,
Coleman stove n groceries packed,
RC's in the cooler, milk, butter, bread,
Country on the radio,
Rand McNally open as we wandered,
more or less westward.

Lantern light n noisy neighbors,
wood smoke and scents to savor,
fireflies and stars so bright,
sleep 'til dawn, Cowboy coffee,
breakfast, gone to the next campground,
One bead in twenty wonderful days.


Pick and Pull

Junkyards were once a treasure,
plentiful and open for business,
acres of broken road trippers,
rusting ever nostalgic ,
sharing dreams of glory days,
most shuttered now I've found,
on a pilgrimage to free,
a set of 4 bolt rims and sundries
for the Z car that's seen it's share
of miles taking me there. (30)

12/16 8:55

Love all these submissions. There was something about greenmountainers poem that had a pounding rhythm of the rail that was mesmerizing.

I think the next thread goes to Mr. Harry Hill. Congratulations Sir.

Thank you all for your contributions. And feel free to continue to post on this topic as you feel moved to do so.

Cascadia

cascadiabound said:

Love all these submissions. There was something about greenmountainers poem that had a pounding rhythm of the rail that was mesmerizing.

I think the next thread goes to MrT, if I am not mistaken. (I figure I am ineligible, and if I am, I withdraw), Remec's poem is over the limit in line count and Piscator's is under.

Thank you all for your contributions. And feel free to continue to post on this topic as you feel moved to do so.

Cascadia

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I thought I won. lol,

HarryHill said:

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I thought I won. lol,

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You did. My mistake. Mr T just corrected me. I was in a hurry and was not looking properly. Posting from my phone from work. Please forgive me.

cascadiabound said:

You did. My mistake. Mr T just corrected me. I was in a hurry and was not looking properly. Posting from my phone from work. Please forgive me.

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Done easily. Please find the next challenge here> Treehouse

3.


The metroplex is huge and wild
The steel, glass, and concrete
Stark even as it is amazing
The traffic horrendous and fast
Inner city freeway driving
Shifting into a different gear
Near misses and brakelights galore
Road rage, crashes, and idiots
Then, finding a break in the madness
With a stop for gas outside a 'burb
Cheese n crackers and slimjims
Pork rinds, Bugles, gum, and coffee
I call my baby darling, her voice, a balm
Bags packed and waiting for me
Two shakes later, I'm outside her home
She bursts out the door, a whirlwind of excitement
With sparkling eyes and a matching smile
Laughter and kisses as I toss in her gear
Buckled in and we're off, dust in our wake
In time, we leave the metropolis behind
Flat as hell, the horizon is endless
Heading north and west out of town
The rivermarsh giving way to grasslands
The city shrinking in my rearview mirror

mrtenant, love love LOVE that opening line. it's music, the start of a saga, scene-setting, everything i could wish for in an opening line. the rest is pretty good, too .

butters said:

mrtenant, love love LOVE that opening line. it's music, the start of a saga, scene-setting, everything i could wish for in an opening line. the rest is pretty good, too .

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Thank you butters

More coming, stay tuned

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Dark clouds gather across the sky
As we motor down the deserted highway
An endless horizon with driving rain
My hand rests upon her thigh
She gasps as lightning fills the air
And the wind howls with pelting hail
The southbound twister touches ground
Ferociously heading right for us
No overpasses and no cover
She opens her thighs
And I open the throttle
The engine roars in response
Her hips thrust softly with my hand
The race is on
Smiling grimly, I caress my darling
Softly, she kisses my cheek
And we clear the storm
Tornado's in my rearview
As we hurtle into the desert ahead
The sun sets in a kaleidoscope
My baby's fingers in my hair
We've many more miles to go

Mrtenant said:

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Dark clouds [...]
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My baby's fingers in my hair
We've many more miles to go

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One could compile a multi-part poem or a collection of poems about such familiar out-of-the-bedroom caressing experiences.

Hi, MrTenant, a nice poem. You could skip "We've" (in the last line). Regards,

Senna Jawa said:

One could compile a multi-part poem or a collection of poems about such familiar out-of-the-bedroom caressing experiences.

Hi, MrTenant, a nice poem. You could skip "We've" (in the last line). Regards,

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Thank you Senna Jawa. I welcome your critique. I've read through some of your other critiques and your thread. These things make me and probably a number of others better at our craft. Some poems flow easily. This last piece of my "epic" road trip poem seemed to take a bit more editing than I usually do. Thanks again.