Poems About Cars Seeking Friendly Advice
#cars
oskar
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 9:53am
1st Jun 2021 9:53am
forever lovely
Forever lovey
The mannequin in the dark corner
of the shop shows bathing suits a la 1948.
She is beautiful in her own eyes
and made of Jade.
Dust on lips who cares?
Not a sultry type shows little interest in flirtation.
When the shop closes and she is alone
She secretly smiles and is forever 1948.
The mannequin in the dark corner
of the shop shows bathing suits a la 1948.
She is beautiful in her own eyes
and made of Jade.
Dust on lips who cares?
Not a sultry type shows little interest in flirtation.
When the shop closes and she is alone
She secretly smiles and is forever 1948.
#BDSM
#cars
#art
#dance
#guitars
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 6:51am
23rd Apr 2021 6:51am
Pater Automobilias - Final Lap
Papa’s prized English roadster
after many years of motoring pleasure
began slowly to deteriorate
despite efforts to repair his treasure
decrepitude advanced
beyond the skills to ameliorate
Engine no longer cranking
to garage once again relegated
dad now drives a Volkswagen
to Beetle from fancy sports car fated
Father decided his MG to restore
hired a guy with bogus talent
dismantling the car and nothing more
like humpty’s king’s horses and men
he couldn’t put dad’s
car back together again
after many years of motoring pleasure
began slowly to deteriorate
despite efforts to repair his treasure
decrepitude advanced
beyond the skills to ameliorate
Engine no longer cranking
to garage once again relegated
dad now drives a Volkswagen
to Beetle from fancy sports car fated
Father decided his MG to restore
hired a guy with bogus talent
dismantling the car and nothing more
like humpty’s king’s horses and men
he couldn’t put dad’s
car back together again
#regret
#father
#cars
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
winner takes all
Winner takes all
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
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1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 3:05am
10th Mar 2021 3:05am
drive.
to look back
upon this
particular
highway
of my
marred
and
battered
but
pseudo
picturesque
with all
of it's genuine
roadside charms
like dancing girls
lost in flowers
upon ruffian arms
or all those places
that change
your character's
ranges
yeah--
you know the ones
we've all been there
when you're driving along
to that particular song
letting the breeze
tickle those baby...
upon this
particular
highway
of my
marred
and
battered
but
pseudo
picturesque
with all
of it's genuine
roadside charms
like dancing girls
lost in flowers
upon ruffian arms
or all those places
that change
your character's
ranges
yeah--
you know the ones
we've all been there
when you're driving along
to that particular song
letting the breeze
tickle those baby...
#identity
#cars
#confessional #myself
#confessional #myself
1164 reads
45 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 10:09pm
20th Feb 2021 10:09pm
Rusty's Play-to-Pay Gas Station
#lesbian
#sex
#cars
#dirty
#orgasm
713 reads
12 Comments
Just_Me_
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 8:01pm
15th Feb 2021 8:01pm
My Fearsome Damsel
She's a sexy dream, my 69 Nova SS with a 427
Gassing up at every Chevron
She'll have a Muncie 4 speed with a Hurst shifter
Eliminator suspension and Mickey 50's on rear will please her
Edelbrock carb, definitely Posi rear Axel
Painted black with polished chrome, a stunning damsel
Harmon Kardon system all 18 , bass beating good vibes
Can't wait to feel her power
Drivers defeated before the start, her very existence is fearsome
My dream will happen and I'll own her
Not a single doubt in my wishful thoughts, I know that day will come
Gassing up at every Chevron
She'll have a Muncie 4 speed with a Hurst shifter
Eliminator suspension and Mickey 50's on rear will please her
Edelbrock carb, definitely Posi rear Axel
Painted black with polished chrome, a stunning damsel
Harmon Kardon system all 18 , bass beating good vibes
Can't wait to feel her power
Drivers defeated before the start, her very existence is fearsome
My dream will happen and I'll own her
Not a single doubt in my wishful thoughts, I know that day will come
#dreams
#cars
#passion #determination
#passion #determination
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
10th Feb 2021 9:05am
10th Feb 2021 9:05am
maybe it's an accidental accent, shock, or why EMT's are always so handsome.
(i.)
July 2019
it's searing and bone protruding
eyes blinded, bloody
shards of glass and encroaching fear
red, blue, and yellowish-white lights blur
a language I can't quite understand
or an accent maybe
cold, so cold - like Ohio, when I was small
Am I frozen?
Maybe I was dreaming of long ago...?
Then I tried to move
my legs work, my fingers move
my arms and head
wait,...
July 2019
it's searing and bone protruding
eyes blinded, bloody
shards of glass and encroaching fear
red, blue, and yellowish-white lights blur
a language I can't quite understand
or an accent maybe
cold, so cold - like Ohio, when I was small
Am I frozen?
Maybe I was dreaming of long ago...?
Then I tried to move
my legs work, my fingers move
my arms and head
wait,...
#cars
#memories
#learning
#luck
#hurt
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25 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Dec 2020 9:10am
6th Dec 2020 9:10am
stupid working class
The stupid working-class
It is odd is it not, the working-class
have no idea of how powerful they are.
Can you think of a world where no one cleaned the office?
Build roads and keep street passable?
Yet we treat them with contempt.
Can you think of a couple who needs four jobs?
to pay for the ever-increasing bills
While rich thanks to their toll by yachts?
The most obscene of all, we buy magazines with photos
of them and their riches, and we admire them,
Not for one moment do we think we could make them
penniless and homeless...
It is odd is it not, the working-class
have no idea of how powerful they are.
Can you think of a world where no one cleaned the office?
Build roads and keep street passable?
Yet we treat them with contempt.
Can you think of a couple who needs four jobs?
to pay for the ever-increasing bills
While rich thanks to their toll by yachts?
The most obscene of all, we buy magazines with photos
of them and their riches, and we admire them,
Not for one moment do we think we could make them
penniless and homeless...
#cars
#freedom
#dance #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#dance #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
the vaccine is here
The vaccine is here
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
#money
#cars
#mirror #consumerism
#mirror #consumerism
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
poetry and work
Poetry and work
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
#reading
304 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Oct 2020 8:25am
1st Oct 2020 8:25am
the whites
white supremacists
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other...
are not necessarily bad people
they are frightened of losing the privileged they thought they had
it was an illusion anyway.
They fear drowning in the sea of the unknown
the people, mostly working-class you see marching in the street
are not the dangerous ones; they can be curtailed.
What we have to look out for are the wealthy people they tend
to be right-wing without saying so.
They have the power to alter democracy to their liking,
that is keeping the masses at bay and do away with workers unions
and other...
#porn
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
15th Sep 2020 7:58am
America
America
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
I used to love America we never said the USA
as a young seaman, it was the place to buy T. shirts, jeans
and white I never forget the name, Arrow shirts
the people full of optimism everything was possible
and the workers were relatively affluent.
the racial aspect never bothered us; we saw black workers
and white workers toiling on the harbour.
I was reading much back then and discovered I had lived
in a bubble.
In New Orleans, I came face to face with racism I hat
met an enormous black foreman he invited me to
the...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
373 reads
1 Comment
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