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Legend of the 2JZ
The Supra roars, a mythic beast,
MK4 legend put to the test.
With 2JZ heart, a symphony
of power unleashed, wild and free.
The twin-turbo whispers, a hungry growl,
as horsepower surges, taking its toll.
It dances and glides on asphalt ribbons,
a silhouette fleeting where passion resides.
The JDM icon, a cult’s desire,
A legend forged in automotive fire.
From street to track, it reigns supreme,
A masterpiece, a racing dream.
The 2JZ whispers a song of might,
a testament to engineering’s light.
The supra lives in every gear,
a timeless legend held so dear.
Alcohol kills – should be forbidden
along with PCP in brownies hidden
‘Overweight’s the scourge of heart attacks
Let’s stop fatsos from eating – no meals or snacks
Vehicles automotive kill thousands every year
Ban ‘em from the road – I’m completely sincere
No driving, no eating, no drinking – but no death
Excuse me for living ~ Can I still take a breath
In this age of post-civility
not to mention post-amiability
I find most posts I read
full of hostility...
It's the era of post-biology
as well as post-ideology
'TBD Birth Certificates'
without apology...
In this, the dawn of pre-disintegration
along with burgeoning segregation
The most-maligned phrase in our nation
'merit-based evaluation' ...
So, into my bunker I prepare to hunker
and since I'm no spelunker
'A Century of Automotive Progress' I write -
from gas-powered clunkers
~ to EV junkers
A rental car ought be comfy
not crimped, cramped or bumpy
Oohs and Aahs ~ save them for pageants
Roominess now mine; you keep the combatants
Climb inside and buckle in
Anxiously twisting the key
As a mechanical symphony roars to life
Setting nine hundred horses free
The machine becomes an extension
Of my own flesh and bone
My heart beats in choppy rhythm
While eight cylinders scream in tone
Launch sequence initiated
The green bulb’s affirmative glare
Release one button as I depress another
The front tires suspend in mid air
The mechanical cavalry stampedes
While the pipes cry out their siren song
Defiantly embedding rubber into asphalt
Parallel stripes running dark and long
Every gear change seemingly effortless
Acceleration that flattens your chest
Control of the beast seems impossible
While every sense is put to the test
Heads swivel and jaws drop open
The earth quakes as I roll past
Vanishing into the darkness
Redefining the meaning of “fast”
For I have stared fear in the face
While others stood back and leered
I stomped my right foot in defiance
And clicked down to a lower gear
This - the Divine Unity
Of Man and his Machine
In water we may be baptised
But in horsepower we are redeemed
I've driven the fractured broken miles;
Passing by a many of distant smiles;
Running over divert sewers smells biles;
Children playing in the streets watch child;
I'll be in discuss his struck by a truck while,
Diddle-dattilling daring feeling immortal;
Like an armed enforcer battle soldiers;
The citizens are more sinful, hurtful;
Automotive conjunctions lurks forth full;
Traveling hits and runs where's the closure;
10/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I stepped off Sunday ready to get roaring with the week
though still isolated in flesh from the rest of the world.
The sun is shining, leaking its profound and hopeful ink
into my genie jar and I wonder when I will be able to escape.
What power will polish with a diamond-rough sleeve. I’ll blink
since it's been so long, suddenly rushing toward the waterfall.
The network of eyes will be disconcerting like a long off dream
where my body floated, counting, as I drifted into tonsillectomy.
Of fashion sense, we kindly compliment the pageantry of masks.
Our hair pulled back, stacked, or sized up with unpretentiousness.
After a week, we will do our due diligence, curbside, to bring smiles
to our patrons, though left unseen behind the automotive curtain.
Dreams back intact for those hungry for the feel and scent of pages.
Story upon story fed, the long-handled baby spoon comes with bib.
5/4/2020
Non-rhyming couplets
It was like a fallen phoenix
Fired with rust and memories,
The body was open to the rooks,
Its ribbed, bare chassis, opened arms,
Unsure whether to defend or
Or make love to the falling sky
The radiator, home to busy insects,
Tiny carnivores, stood in sentinel,
A figurehead before the rotten mast;
For where had once been pedals
Now gaped rusty sink holes,
Observers to the oily brew below
Sans wheels to show; wheels once
Rolled, on busy metalled roads,
Where policemen, eagle-eyed
Checked for wily gangsters, riding
On the leather seats inside: now
Rat food gone to ratty- hell, amid
The scrub and surrounds, tilted
Viking coffin, waiting for heat and
Cleansing, cracking-fire, opening
Doors to buckled, automotive rest
If you are on a highway
And the traffic starts to slow,
There may be several explanations
Why this might be so.
It could be some construction
Or an accident, perchance;
More likely, though, the traffic jam
Is caused by just a glance.
‘Cause every single motorist
Must hit the brake and gawk.
A wrecked car’s as enticing
As a rodent to a hawk.
So one by one, each driver lets
His speed drop to a crawl,
Just savoring some other sucker’s
Automotive fall.
We call this rubbernecking
And the metaphor is apt,
Since every driver’s neck that cranes
Leaves other drivers trapped.
As Freud would say, whoever
Sees a situation grim,
Just feels relieved to know
The sorry victim isn’t him.
Unfortunately, traffic stops
Or moves just like a snail.
Wherever you are going,
Lateness surely will prevail.
I used to be in the Royal Navy
Until I realised it was not for me
So I headed back up north
To the country where I love to be
I joined an automotive parts company
Moving to trucks and trailers alone
Then suddenly we were made redundant
At a young age into the unknown
But seek and ye shall find
It was in January 1981
When I joined a local tools company
Unemployment I had on the run
I have been with my present company
Golly! it's now over eighteen years
From Engineering to Aquaculture
An enjoyable move in my working career
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