Best Accelerator Poems
recklessness attacks ego
fury attacks soul
adrenaline attacks viscera
middle digit attacks upward
foot attacks accelerator
vehicle attacks vehicle
hand attacks pistol
lead attacks flesh
remorse attacks fury
gavel attacks sound block
inmate attacks inmate
Riding a scotch high
down
a twisting
river road past
midnight,
his grip tightens
on the steering wheel
in sync
with the pressure of his foot
on the accelerator.
He convinces himself
he is chasing
meaning
in a meaningless time,
waiting perhaps
around the next curve
or the next
in the tree with his name on it.
Silence shatters
in the mirror
above the dashboard:
the familiar face glares at him,
screams
the ugly sound of rage.
He trembles,
sees himself in the agony
of his limits.
He listens to what he sees;
he hears madness.
He breaks the glass,
disappears in the cry.
In the headlights,
purple eyes
devour the mist.
Gods of another age,
another plane,
guide him,
automatic cruise,
into the empty night
beyond
the threat of the winding river.
© Gene Williamson, 2009
Sticking your key in me
Goes straight to my battery
Then my starter starts spinning
Sending sparks to my ignition
Your gas goes into my carburetor
Causing an explosion in my piston well
When you press on my accelerator
That makes me move faster
When you turn me over in the morning
You always signal first
You make my eyes bright with delight
But when it rains
You wipe my tears away
You make me sing when you play with my CD
Please don't STOP
My check engine light needs turning on
My engine isn't HOT! enough
(Making it clear this is a girl car, lol)
When I hear you say, “have patience,”
I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule -
when both stop, both die a little.
Then there are the sailing boat sails
when the wind stops.
Then there are marbles
when thrown they are lively,
kept in a jar – not so much.
Patience is some kind of religious,
mature virtue that religious and mature people
rage about on Sundays.
I have noticed that they thump that biblical text
like they have zero patience.
Maybe it’s just me,
but I want passion, the way
a bad steak needs ‘A1’ sauce.
Handles are also made
so, folks like me can occasionally fly off them.
When the world began
not one molecule of life had one bit of patience,
and we are still figuring out
ways to press that accelerator harder.
Yellow Submarine comes on the radio.
Beatles music.
I press the accelerator, flying past semis who had been chasing each other.
Little Old Lady from Pasadena comes on next.
I go insane, setting a new world record for speed.
Mama Cass’s voice comes out of that radio.
It is ON!
Shades of my youth
When I blew two engines out of two cars.
Because I was that girl.
As I put the key in the ignition
To win this race is my only ambition
I love to hear the roar and smell the fuel;
All the cars are revving up to join the duel
I’m ready to make the black sport clutch drop
The excitement is in the air and every heart stops
I give more gas to hear the engine roar
Trust me I’m ready to put the metal to the floor
Both of my hands are tightly gripping the steering wheel
That adrenaline rush and my extreme appetite for danger is what I love to feel
Right foot pressed to the accelerator
As my fate lies beside two parallel lines
Helmet on it’s my time to shine
I can’t wait to see you way behind me in the rear view mirror
As I increase my speed maneuvering through each situation
Okay let’s be honest to race my car it's an obsession
The clock is my enemy, but speed is my only friend
I’m always focused on to win, and only to win
One hand on steering
The other hand steering beloved's knee,
One ear on cell phone,
The other ear listening to loud music,
One foot on accelerator,
The other on the brake.
Eyes on female pedestrians,
If a waving hand is seen for a lift
Stop the car, pile up freely
The more, the merrier
Conversation with someone in the car
Well I declare, welcome to India!
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September 8, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Where I Declare by Judy Konos
**ABC FUN**
Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle
'each-
other', footle gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic,
maffick, nothosonomia,
osculating, proudly, quizzing, riant,
squabash,
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe,
yodle, zingy.
*
Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris
everywhere, flammeous,
growing haematic, igniting,
jeopardizing, killing, lava,
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant',
pulse, quantity,
rage, staged, tempered, under,
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero.
*
Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating
dreaming, eruption,
fingerprints, ghost haunting,
invading,
journey,
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic,
nightmare, odyssey,
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes,
'tossing&turnning',
unconsciously, vertigo,
'wakening2wetness', x-rated,
yawning,
zoomed.
*
Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin
Khan
By;pd
Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
On my way to the Northern of Namibia,
between Kalkveld and Otjiwarongo,
I saw a woman next to the road,
a tall, battered figure, with blood-stained cloths,
eyes glows yellow in the light of moon,
long pointed teeth in a red colored mouth,
feet that ended in claws rather than toes.
Frightened, I start praying,
met by an unnatural cold,
sweating profusely, unable to stop shaking,
the temperature around me plummeted,
my heart hammered so hard it hurt my ribs,
I shrieked in fright and slammed on my brakes,
I screamed as she leapt at my window,
her clawed hands striking the glass,
I put my foot down on the accelerator,
and the car leapt forward,
she ran alongside the car,
keeping up easily and striking at me again and again.
Red light swirled around her like mist,
and she pointed after me,
her mouth moving though I could not make out the words.
I jerked my attention back to the road,
afraid what might happen to me if my car ran off the road.
I made it to Otjiwarongo in record time
and flung myself out of the car,
pounding on my uncles door frantically,
looking behind me to see if the demon-faced woman had followed me.
This is perhaps the most powerful day,
early spring giving way to the main course,
the trees hastily bursting their buds,
blooming in reds, oranges and yellows -
the reflection of the opposite season,
now with the addition of white,
white as the clouds above,
which can't bring themselves to look like winter clouds anymore -
they lie in the blue air
watching the nymphs and pixies flit through the flowering trees,
they ride high above lawn and pasture;
clouds are the smiling souls of sheep,
sheep from far off and long ago,
remembering when they were lambs at play,
now looking down upon the new fields,
fields that bear witness to the raging torrent of unleashed energy -
this is Mother Nature going all in,
both her feet upon the accelerator of change,
lighting the afterburners with one hand while making a fist with the other,
shaking it at Old Man Winter,
just daring him to give it one more try before October,
that next October when the grass will be tired,
when the tone of light and the shade of sound slow down,
when the clouds will remember how to look like they're in cold air.
For now, the grass shines into your mind -
that's what tells you it's that powerful day of spring,
that special green color,
deeper, fuller, richer, vibrant and electrifying,
it races to your eye and fills you.
Mother Nature twirls in the upsurge of growth -
she can hear it, and you can see it and smell it -
and if you get close enough you can touch it,
blade of grass, leaf of clover,
and you're there with all the wee beasties of the yard and garden,
feeling what spring really is -
all life turning its face to the sun and jumping up and down.
'Twas the month before Christmas
When inside the house
The housewife was quiet
There's no sound, not even a grouse
When all of a sudden
There arose such a clatter
Even the Chihuahua came running
With tail tucked and in a chatter
Our grandson came running faster then Santa
In his magical sleigh
We all converged in the hall with this to say
Was that my husband, PawPaw or ???
Dear 'ole Claus who arrived to stay
They sprang into action
Found the backdoor jammed
Ran out the front
Found PawPaw whammed!
He had crash landed
And not on the roof
Driving grandma's sleigh
He tried to enter the den
What was wrong with him?
Grandma's wheels now undrivable
PawPaw embarrassed with this feat unsolvable
Tail-tucked Chihuahua scared out of his wits
Don't any of them know what to think of this
Well, when it is all said and done
My car was towed away
The den's damage surveyed
All the cost we still can't say
It has taken a toll on everyone
I think we need to go play
Nerves all jangled
Heart beating fast
Sleep eludes me
Somehow soon
It will all be in the past
Thank you, God
For your protection
I could have been in the den
In the push-button recliner total relaxation
The car could have kept going
That would have been a horrible end, my friends!!!
This happened this past Wednesday night at my home. That was on November 17, 2021. I have not been getting out much since the COVID outbreak and my husband went out to go to church then the next thing I knew the above was what happened. We are okay. No one hurt just scary, expensive and we still don't know what we are facing with all the repairs. Definitely not as bad as the picture. He said his foot slipped off the brake and hit the accelerator and he hit the house before he could get his foot back on the brake.
He sidles up next to you,
so stealthily
It’s like he appeared out of thin air
Then breathlessly,
he gives you a Jimmy Stewart howdy do,
and starts air guitaring in his chair
Just when you were on the verge of
hitting the right vibe
with a cute little honey thing
This joker Jack Nicholson clone
starts shining on and on
And in your dark Alfalfa heart,
you wish this Spanky bag of bones
would be poof ... Aladdin gone
But you don’t wanna waste
one of your three date wishes on him,
so you ignore this glib talking Jungle Jim
In the meanwhile,
that pretty little woman is beginning to idly yawn,
as the flirtations have come to a tepid halt
That seven digit rooster ain’t gon strut come dawn,
a cell phone dropped call won’t be at fault
As Annoyous Interruptus cackles in your ear,
your road rage accelerator hits the sixth gear
But you remain calm, keeping your wits intact ...
trying to give him a subtle hint with a nodded wink
You motion for him to skedaddle away,
but Pepe Le Pew seems intent to stay
You mutter to yourself: man, does his cologne stink
With dull, blank eyes giving you a Lost in Space stare,
you flee swiftly, leaving love empty ... but you don’t care
Annoyous Interruptus
causes premature evacuation
Pester Interfereus
is the bane of dating stimulation
Annoyous Interruptus
makes flaccid all of your romantic overtures
Pester Interfereus
has caused many a late-night social club wars
Around the Truck With a Roar
By Elton Camp
Bob was driving home one day
But a big truck got into his way
“He’ll pull over or stop soon,”
Bob, at first, did hopefully croon
This road had many a blind curve
Only an idiot around it would swerve
Finally, Bob gave away to irritation
And blew his horn in frustration
The truck went slowly down the road
For, in fact, he had a very heavy load
Bob had no special deadline to meet
Still he squirmed angrily in his seat
“When that approaching car gets by,
To pass that truck I’m going to try.”
He shoved the accelerator to the floor
His powerful engine began to roar
Around the curve a Hummer came
For the wreck, Bob was to blame
Around the curve, lickety-split
Bob’s car was beautiful, wasn’t it?
The doctor said, “There’s naught I can do”
Bob died that day, proving his words true
From this sad tale, a valuable lesson learn
Foolish changes, an early demise may earn
Poems from the heart I encounter with blissful delight
Offering vicarious insights in this welcoming global poetry site
Exposing myriad realities expressed in artistic might
Taking my empathy prowess to the next level of sensitivity-height
Reviving my poetic soul to express what’s right in the light
Yes, I’m thankful to God for PS ad the privilege to write!
Seeing my poems published is indeed an extraordinary blessing
Opportunities for faith-growth drives poetic accelerator increasing
Up I mount toward poem-contribution with mentor-poets’ appraising
Pursuit for craft-honing, along word-skill harnessing
Endeavoring to learn in this community, I keep on pressing
Refreshed with fellow-soupers' posts, delightfully pleasing.
Elated am I every time my entry poem garners a place
X-rays of judges keep me poetically fit in the race
Propelled to prevail along N/A (nice always) cheerful days
Enlivened by words, penned with life’s breath-grace
Ready for corrections I regard as worthy praise.
In Poetry Soup, I’m nourished with good comments’ bounty
Empowered likewise to assert truth upheld by biblical certainty
Nursed readily by prayer against attacking distress and anxiety
Cheered up to enjoy life amidst buffoonery masks’ dainty
Enriched to share poems’ wisdom, precious throughout eternity!
Acrostic with rhyme
*Deuteronomy 27:3 And thou shalt write upon them all the words of this law, ...which the LORD thy God giveth thee, a land that floweth with milk and honey; as the LORD God of thy fathers hath promised thee.
May 15, 2018
3rd place, "New Poets Only" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 6/12/2018.