Jim “JoPo” Pee

Jim “JoPo” Pee

Road Scribes Of America ™ Active Member

 

The Ride Helps

I never thought of tomorrow
as the rubber turned down the road
a fog line whispering by on my right
dashes of yellow a blur on my left
the destination unimportant
the ride consoling a troubled mind
letting me forget a mile at a time

© JoPo 7/25/12

 

Resting on the top of the Kanc

A to Z

acting alive again
betrayed by birth
cautiously caring
definitely dying daily
energy elusive
familiar feelings failing
goodness gone
hearts haunted
innocent imagination intact
justifying jest
kind kaleidoscopes
life lived loosely
minds meticulously mended
never near normal
often overrated
promises passed properly
quickly quieted
resting rarely
selling serenity short
testing time today
usually undone
virtually vibrating
wondrous wishes weaved
x-rated x-rays
youthful yesterdays
zero zebras

 

Rambling Reasons

reasons rambling randomly
through time torn to threads
hovering haunting heavenly
driven drifting darting dead
randomly rambling reasons

© JoPo 4/20/12

170 lb six point buck vs. 715 lb HD Fatboy – the deer died 🙂 I healed up and traded for my Road King !

Ya ever feel your mind was broken
Or feel like you’re in a dark room
Feel like a part is missing
Maybe a bad connection
A short circuit or something
Between those last two brain cells
Nothing that is fixable
The damage done years ago
But ya know it’s all o.k.
Things just as they should be
Grateful for life as is
Because ya remember how it was

 

Loneliness, not a team sport

alone in a crowd
unlikely you say
but I’ve felt “that” alone
smiling outside
weeping within
telling you “fine”
but a soul that is sick
fear rules my head
while I whistle in the dark
prayers for patience
seemingly unheard
trying to trust
awaiting the word
trusting a spirit
© (JoPo 3/4/12)

First Ride

Before I rode, I dreamed
dreamed of wind in my face
not knowing a destination
of a rumbling sound
from a comfortable seat
a blue sky calling
twists and turns alive
soothing my spirit
a dream fulfilled

© (JoPo 3/4/12)
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Try to be kind

If time stood still

would my mind still race?

If I weren’t here

would you take my place?

If you weren’t you

could you be me?

Time will tell

in time we’ll see.

Spirit – like a puzzle,

has many pieces.

We are all one – once time ceases.

Once we’re finished

we’re all together.

One spirit – no pieces

forever and ever.

Try to be kind.

JoPo © March 16, 2011

 

Indescribable

How do you describe the wind
moving by you
Or the smell of fresh cut hay
in a field just passed
The temperature change felt
as you coast down a hill
Or that June bug glancing
off your cheek
The nod of knowing from
another rider
Or riding with no destination
caring not where you go
The feel of the raindrops
as you cruise at seventy
Or listening to the soothing
sound of power beneath you
Some things can’t be put in words
they must just be experienced
The people in the cages
will never know

© JoPo 9/9/2012

 

The Last Downshift

Whoever thinks the day will come
When two wheeled freedom ends
Chasing horizons from early morn
However the back road bends
Feeling the wind upon my face
Aware of the cloudless sky
The destination unimportant
Don’t bother asking why
I’ll miss the steel horse
With his thundering pipes
And the smell of fresh country air
Though young in spirit
My bones have grown old
A last downshift doesn’t seem fair
But life’s been good
I have no complaints
Miles of adventures have past
There are no regrets
But many lessons learned
The years just snuck by too fast

JoPo March 2016
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

Try this

See the wind
Hear the silence 
Let your faith be blind
Your compassion constant

Not much to ask

 

Wake up to ride 
Ride to breathe 
Inhale the horizon 
Feel the road
Listen to it sing 
The song is fearless
Relief in each turn
Moments of eternity
Every gear a gift
Not wanting to stop
Chasing the infinite ride.

©JoPo RSOA 2012™

 

Following

My eternal soul
Riding through this blink
In a deteriorating physical body
Awaiting the next transport
Somewhat patiently
Creating some future deja vu
Having surrendered the past
Unwittingly allowing a spirit
Offering forever’s destiny
To create a path unseen
Which blindly followed
Can only lead to the light

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

JoPo 12-22-16

 

“Reasonably Happy”

Words, pictures, thoughts, dreams
All with a meaning their own
Real or imagined, past or present
In a crowd you’re still all alone
Worry, fear, lonesome companions
Emotions escape the soul
Each breath a challenge
Each heartbeat counted
No story too sad to be told
And at the moment all is fine
Everything’s alright
Pain is worth the lesson learned
But hardly worth the fight
I will trudge right till the end
For there are certainly happy days
The sun goes down, as it will
Nothing ever stays

JoPo Jan. 2015
Road Scribes of America ™

 

The Year the Thunder Stopped

Never a throttle twisted
A season without a ride
No relief beyond the horizon 
And a bit of spirit died
But decades of curves
And memories
Of rides to nowhere last
Although I may never ride again
It’s a rewarding part of my past
Riding freed my soul
Without destination or plan
Soothing thunder delivered
Something a cage just never can

JoPo Oct 2016 
Road Scribes of America ™2012

 

Almost Hypnotic

I’ve ridden thunder rumbling ‘neath me
across the countryside
at one with steel, rubber and road
cares behind a corner past
vibrations soothing, almost hypnotic
in need of something
only rolling the throttle fills

© JoPo Oct. 2012
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

The End of Spirit

The words have been trapped
Amid a sea of thought
Some have survived 
Others have not
I’ve tried but in vain
To set them free
I’d rather them leave
Than keep punishing me
Some scream of death
Of impending doom
Of walking dead beckoning
From an inn with no room
There is little life left
In their empty eyes
They are loved
But must go
The spirit finally dies

JoPo 8.31.16
RSOA 2012 ™

 

Novel

Words frozen amid tumult
Rising slowly 
Surfacing despite obstinacy 
Willing to loosen the knot
Freeing joy from chains
Like fresh air after a storm

© JoPo
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

Pitiful 

There is a small window
An opening in this malaise 
Though infinitesimal
Steady the course
Remain whole and slip thru
Look for the next world
Surround yourself with now
Escape the self of yesterday
A beginning with no end
Steady the course
Moments clinging to your heart
Managing to change the storm
Peace arriving upon the unicorn
Preying on all memories lost
Churning the past thoroughly
Resisting inevitable change
Wallowing in confusion
Hope always around the corner
Partner to the helpless
Pitiful

© JoPo 11/4/14

 

Remembering Utapao

A bond not easily formed
some were friends
others just buddies
we worked, fought and laughed
we came together when needed
… despite our differences
talking of home,loved ones,”the world”
getting “short” the goal
the freedom bird brought us back
leaving part of us behind

Then there were the others
the guys that we supported
many just out of high school
fighting through the terror
talking of home,loved ones,”the world”
getting “short” the goal
the freedom bird brought them back
some covered with the American Flag
they paid for with their life

Thanks to all the men and women,
those who have served,
those that are serving,
and those who will serve.
© JoPo 6/20/2012
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

Ride the Freedom

Kickstand up,
snap 1st and go
Leave it all,
mend my mind
Steel pony,
free reins
Feel the air,
the horizon smiles
Solo at peace,
quiet roar
Gentle giant,
the asphalt winds
Giving chase to nothing,
no end
Thankful to just
ride the freedom

© JoPo 7/20/14
RSOA ™

 

Going Nowhere

Riding is like breathing
it makes living possible
leaning with a turn
chasing the horizon
the rhythm of the motor
as soothing as a lullaby
miles like a friend
providing the comfort
needing only the steel horse
and a strip of asphalt
going nowhere’s o.k.
not caring where the kickstand falls

© JoPo 4/27/2014
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

No Wrong Turns

Took a wrong turn
But not really
There are no wrong turns
Not on two wheels
Riding is freedom
Freedom has no wrong turns
Turns , straightaways, hills
Flats , desert , rain
Turns on two wheels
Feeling the air rush by
Turning to the horizon
Asphalt humming a song
A curve that leads nowhere
Turns that lead to home
Without knowing one was wrong

© JoPo. Sept. 2014
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

The Moment

relief beyond the next curve
a new day at the horizon
a tank full of gas to get me there
wind burned and feeling alive
odometer recording miles
yet miles never matter
freedom from the chaos
exempt if only for the moment
the moment between
kickstand up
and kickstand down

© JoPo 12/19/13 RSOA ™

 

Mindbroken

Ya ever feel your mind was broken
Or feel like you’re in a dark room
Feel like a part is missing
Maybe a bad connection
A short circuit or something
Between those last two brain cells
Nothing that is fixable
The damage done years ago
But ya know it’s all OK
Things just as they should be
Grateful for life as is
Because ya remember how it was

© JoPo RSOA ™

 

Sanity Restored

I love that sound of idling thunder
then that snap into first gear
the feel of power rolling forward
when the road ahead is clear
wind rushing past
and with it my cares
each mile brings more relief
worries seem to evaporate
and time is the only thief
winding roads and no destination
the ride it’s own reward
craziness loosens it’s grip
a bit of sanity restored

© JoPo Jan. 2013
Road Scribes of America ™

 

Remembering Utapao

A bond not easily formed
some were friends
others just buddies
we worked, fought and laughed
we came together when needed
… despite our differences
talking of home,loved ones,”the world”
getting “short” the goal
the freedom bird brought us back
leaving part of us behind
Then there were the others
the guys that we supported
many just out of high school
fighting through the terror
talking of home,loved ones,”the world”
getting “short” the goal
the freedom bird brought them back
some covered with the American Flag
they paid for with their life
Thanks to all the men and women,
those who have served,
those that are serving,
and those who will serve.

© JoPo 6/20/2012
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

After Hours

I’ve asked and forgotten 
No need now
Deaf ears listen still
Time breathes
Night absorbs ill feelings
A respite from the inevitable
Questions sleep also
Darkness
A comfortable wrap

© JoPo 8/24/15
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

The Crossroads

I’ll meet you at the crossroads
where the traffic moves so fast
We can sit an’ talk, an’ think , an’ laugh
an’ watch the hassle goin’ past
Just talkin’ ‘bout the time of day
allows it all to slip away
An’ though yesterday does tomorrow feed
today is the day we really need
I’ll meet you at the crossroads
where the traffic moves so fast
We can sit an’ talk , be happy an’ cry
watchin’ everyone goin’ by
But know your speed and set your pace
stay a step ahead in the race
Life is short and often fast
steppin’ through the future into the past
So when at the crossroads we do meet
check the ground beneath your feet
And try to recall , if you may
when in your life there was a day
That all the traffic just wasn’t so fast
Getting’ through the future into the past

© JoPo circa 1970 
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012

 

The Road to Damariscotta

The words were there
Urging me to ponder
Visuals asking questions 
Questions of forgiveness
Monotony alive on asphalt
Begging me answer
Confusing me with patience
Kindly demanding
Each mile passing beneath
Awaiting my return
The horizon smiles
Peaceful
The way life should be
Mesmerizing

JoPo 8/17/15
Road Scribes of America ™ 2012