the top 10 ROAD TRIPS IN THE U.S. — Delusional Bubble (Reblog)

The United States is an amazing country to explore, especially if you are a road trip lover. This country has countless beauties peppered from East to West. In this post, we’ll introduce the top 10 road trips in the U.S. Florida Keys Scenic Highway, FL Known as the “Road to Paradise”, this 110 miles long […]

the top 10 ROAD TRIPS IN THE U.S. — Delusional Bubble

*And more road trips here.

THE 10 FUNNIEST TOWN NAMES IN AMERICA — Delusional Bubble (Reblog)

The United States of America as we know was established just a few hundred years ago by immigrants from all over the world. Since this country is still fairly new, a lot of towns and cities have been named after the cities the immigrants come from like London, Copenhagen, and Paris. But some towns took […]

THE 10 FUNNIEST TOWN NAMES IN AMERICA — Delusional Bubble

*One day I will do some trips in America… but not right now.

Haiku: No Destination

Photo by Dino Reichmuth

Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Autumn or Fall?

Photo by Patrick Tomasso

Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: The Open Road

Photo by Harley-Davidson

Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020

Who would not want a Harley-Davidson? I love everything about them. Count me in.

Photograph: The Origin of Road Names

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Photo by franpics from Pexels

 

Poem: ‘Dark’

Dark

Rook on the roadside straight ahead
you step aside casually
only just avoid my wheels.
Is that why I smile at the mirror
see you promptly step back
to continue to pick and prod
and pull at roadkill entrails
some straitjacket driver provides?
Like the crow, the raven, the jackdaw—
few are as bright as you, so dark
in colour and reputation

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019

Northern Ireland, Small is Beautiful

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Recently we spent a few days in Northern Ireland.

We were based in Belfast, an up and coming city with a proud industrial heritage, particularly in ship building. It was here, of course, where the legendary ocean liner, The Titanic was built.

In more recent times, though, Belfast has been blighted by what was called ‘The Troubles’. Thankfully, those days are long gone but the scars remain. I won’t talk about those times right now.

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No, I want to talk about the County Antrim coast road, which takes you around the northern tip of the island of Ireland.

I have scarcely seen such beauty, anywhere; the fantastic vistas out to sea, atmospheric views across to Scotland and the Mull of Kintyre; the wonderful, secluded, almost deserted beaches.

And then of course sensational spots like the Giants Causeway.

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In fact, words almost fail, except to say that property sales particulars were consulted. Simply wonderful.

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There will be more pictures to follow in future pieces on the fabulous little corner of the world.

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019

Poem ‘Horizon Line’

 

There is no love on those horizon lines,
nor in the sight of ships
tacking their finite courses to
oblivion, spilling me
outside.

So who is it waiting
in the rain, feels its spots
cool on their skin, can smell
its sweet aroma
off the hard hot road, stretching away
around the lonely coast?

poem and picture © copyright David F. Barker 2012

 

Poem ‘Dark’

Dark

Rook on the road verge ahead
how casually you’ll step aside,
only just avoid my wheels.
Is that why I smile at the mirror
where you promptly step back
to continue to pick and prod,
pulling at the roadkill entrails
some straitjacket driver provides?
Like the crow, the raven— few
are as bright as you, so dark
in colour and reputation

poem and image © copyright dfbarker 2012

Poem ‘Snow Again’

Snow Again

I grab a cup of tea, set out
to make something of the day.
Snow again, it brings daylight on.
They describe it as ten centimetres
which I still find hard to see.
It’s enough to cover my shoes,
that’s how I look at it
while clearing your little car.
Later, the laptop warms my knee
with Schubert declaring his genius,
when I feel the phone shudder.
A cursory text says the roads
were not too bad.
I look outside at the gathering host,
busy blots of grey and black
on white. An emerging blue.
They know the human is about
and that he has food.

photo and poem © copyright dfbarker 2012