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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 0:47:44 GMT -5
Hello Echoes, "Open Road" is a poem I wrote seven years ago just for fun, and I wanted to share it with you guys today. I thought it would be a nice change since I have been posting darker themed poems lately... I hope you all like it  [/color][/i] 
OPEN ROAD
Tapping my feet,
feeling the rhythm
of life's beautiful beat.
Tasting the wind.
Keeping misery
away and thin.
Snapping my fingers,
listening to jazz,
rock-n-roll and
Hip Hop…
well, maybe not.
Loving the beat
of the drums,
twang of the guitar,
thump of the bass,
and the singer's
deep raspy voice.
Gliding down
fifth and Main
in a bright red
Chevy sixty-eight
ragtop Caprice.
Clinging to the
singer’s soulful voice
as he croons
that beautiful
ballad.
You know the one
that poignant song
about being trapped
in a prison of his own.
Next to me is Kevin,
my husband to be.
I pray, one day, please.
And yes, with him,
I'm in heaven.
Calm, beautiful,
delightful, I feel
whenever I am
with him, and
he says the same
about being
with me.
Playful warm
summer breezes
tangle the curl
of my shiny black
hair.
Sunlight glares
down
highlighting
the brown
of my blissful
eyes.
As we round
around seventh
and glide down
eighth, Kevin
kisses my cheek
with his
tantalizing lips.
I turn up
the radio
and let my
fingers snap
and my foot tap
as the sixty eight
Chevy rips down
the open road.
©2003 Lisa Arnold
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Post by Betty on May 5, 2010 1:19:32 GMT -5
I like the playfulness of this one, great write and read  my dad had a hardtop Chevy Caprice, it was dark green. We used to love going for rides in that car Thanks for the memories   |
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Post by Reggie on May 5, 2010 1:25:40 GMT -5
nice and easy write, very soothing to the soul I laughed out loud at this line because so many people dislike hip-hop which I happen to like, sometimes  "Snapping my fingers, listening to jazz, rock-n-roll and Hip Hop…well, maybe not." these two passages stand our for me: "Loving the beat
of the drums,
twang of the guitar,
thump of the bass,
and the singer's
deep raspy voice.
Gliding down
fifth and Main
in a bright red
Chevy sixty-eight
ragtop Caprice."enjoyed the ride of this one dear Lisa  |
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Post by Eddie on May 5, 2010 1:49:57 GMT -5
love it, great fun I wonder who this part is about" "Clinging to the singer’s soulful voice as he croons that beautiful ballad. You know the one that poignant song about being trapped in a prison of his own." could it be Scott Stapp from Creed I wonder, Lisa, did you ever marry Kevin? |
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Post by ciara on May 5, 2010 2:32:02 GMT -5
what a "cutie pie" write, I enjoyed it much yeah Eddie, that's Stapp alright |
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Post by Sierra on May 5, 2010 4:06:47 GMT -5
a very charming and warm write  I like the imagery used here: " Playful warm
summer breezes
tangle the curl
of my shiny black
hair.
Sunlight glares
down
highlighting
the brown
of my blissful
eyes." [/i][/center] |
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Post by icee on May 5, 2010 4:23:39 GMT -5
I truly love this piece, it is fun, easy, alluring and a darn great write and read I especially like these parts: "Snapping my fingers,
listening to jazz,
rock-n-roll and
Hip Hop…
well, maybe not.
Loving the beat
of the drums,
twang of the guitar,
thump of the bass,
and the singer's
deep raspy voice.
Gliding down
fifth and Main
in a bright red
Chevy sixty-eight
ragtop Caprice.
Clinging to the
singer’s soulful voice
as he croons
that beautiful
ballad.
You know the one
that poignant song
about being trapped
in a prison of his own."
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 5:02:45 GMT -5
I like the playfulness of this one, great write and read my dad had a hardtop Chevy Caprice, it was dark green. We used to love going for rides in that car Thanks for the memories thank you for commenting We didnt have a Caprice. We had a 68 Chevy camero convertible and my dad would take us for rides every wekend...we loved to fly up and down the highway in that beauty thanks for stopping by |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 5:04:37 GMT -5
nice and easy write, very soothing to the soul I laughed out loud at this line because so many people dislike hip-hop which I happen to like, sometimes "Snapping my fingers, listening to jazz, rock-n-roll and Hip Hop…well, maybe not." these two passages stand our for me: "Loving the beat
of the drums,
twang of the guitar,
thump of the bass,
and the singer's
deep raspy voice.
Gliding down
fifth and Main
in a bright red
Chevy sixty-eight
ragtop Caprice."enjoyed the ride of this one dear Lisa Hey Reggie, I like some hiphop, but not all glad you dropped by to comment, I much appreciate it |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 5:07:06 GMT -5
love it, great fun I wonder who this part is about" "Clinging to the singer’s soulful voice as he croons that beautiful ballad. You know the one that poignant song about being trapped in a prison of his own." could it be Scott Stapp from Creed I wonder, Lisa, did you ever marry Kevin? Hello dear Eddie, yes that part is about Mr. Stapp Sorry to say this poem is pure fiction. There is nor never was a "Kevin"...oh but I wish  thanks for giving me a read |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 5:07:56 GMT -5
what a "cutie pie" write, I enjoyed it much yeah Eddie, that's Stapp alright  Ciara |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 5:09:08 GMT -5
I truly love this piece, it is fun, easy, alluring and a darn great write and read I especially like these parts: "Snapping my fingers,
listening to jazz,
rock-n-roll and
Hip Hop…
well, maybe not.
Loving the beat
of the drums,
twang of the guitar,
thump of the bass,
and the singer's
deep raspy voice.
Gliding down
fifth and Main
in a bright red
Chevy sixty-eight
ragtop Caprice.
Clinging to the
singer’s soulful voice
as he croons
that beautiful
ballad.
You know the one
that poignant song
about being trapped
in a prison of his own."
I am so glad you enjoyed my write icee, thanks bunches |
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Post by Alicia on May 5, 2010 6:06:59 GMT -5
oh Lisa, you went and did it...wrote another beauty  love it my friend gotta read this to James, my husband, he is becoming a fast fan of your writing I am off to hit the shower, make breakfast and head to work have a great day echoes people |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on May 5, 2010 6:16:57 GMT -5
thanks Alicia!
have a great day!
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Post by Lola on May 5, 2010 6:43:54 GMT -5
I love this write!
these are my favorite sections:
"Tapping my feet,
feeling the rhythm
of life's beautiful beat.
Tasting the wind.
Keeping misery
away and thin."
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Ciara 
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
