Best Backseats Poems

REVOLUTION BABY


Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
Newsflash!
We...

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Gulls circled above, spiralling through car exhaust
Kids fidgeted in the backseats of chaos

Eerie silence, interrupted by overheated transmissions
Someone blasting The Doors...theme music

Stern, heavily armored Homeland Security soldiers
Slowly approached, assuming insurrection

Just another day in the new Amerika
Land of the free, home of the brave

Large signs proclaim:

"All...

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milestones are marked by photographs

by notches on door casings that show just how grown up we are getting

by midnights spent on front porch stoops with people we only half know drinking mixtures that taste as awful as they should but let the words and movements...

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In cities of affluent urbanity,
why are kids so rare in the vicinity?

In backseats of their glitzy cars,
no tots there licking choco bars.
Instead they have beribboned cats
or manicured dogs wearing hats
going to sauna-spas for pets,
some to clinics of doting vets,
others to lawyers for insurance
or pet's fabulous...

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We tender that special moment that was well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth passages beholden to young hearts locked in eternal time for e'er so oft consequent the key of memories call. It beckons me now in subsequent years of a pensive soul...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning


Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet,
Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey,
Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses,
Like Rodan and Godzilla maiming each other in the frozen spasming countrysides,
Giant...

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I remember your smiling face
Staring down at me
It all just seemed pillows and promises
But soon the comfort fades out
And we’re left with hidden pictures
And misguided hearts

But now, I’ve stared at the memory long enough
That I can feel your hand wrap around mine
And this time, we...

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I'm hounded by a strange curiosity
about kids, parents, about humanity
in glitzy, affluent centers of urbanity
where children are rare in the vicinity;

     backseats of expensive vans and cars
     don't have kids licking chocolate bars,
    ...

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I'm back lads! After a long while of inactiveness. (This is not part of the poem).

I imagine a world filled with wonders,
where dinosaurs roam the streets, 
there're flying cars racing high above,
with children cheering in the backseats,
when cloud burst into popcorn treats,
chorused by thunder, lightning,...

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We traverse those extraordinary significances that transpired
well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth corridors
obliged naive hearts bolted in present infinity for so oft
succeeding the key of memories becall. It beckons
in subsequent years of a pensive soul tryst with
thyself. Loneliness fades grasped by natures
opening redolences...

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About family, about humanity,
     y'see,  I'm hounded by 
       a strange curiousity

       in affluent centers of urbanity
           where...

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INsaneity POEM 
INsaneity POEM 
Normal activity in the millennium has replaced abnormal activity in THE DAY 
Back in THE DAY thay say it was not that way at all 
A man walks in a circle talking to himself and moves around slowly to find the...

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There once was a dude named Santa Claus
He did not know how to slow and pause
He raced with his sleigh
Spilling presents astray
Into the waiting backseats of cars 

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He came out fighting
He always comes out fighting
Like a caged animal who has not lost his oomph yet
Today was no different
His parents were called
They have blocked the school’s phone number
They do not want to know
We are a bother to them

He is six
He always comes out...

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Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings,
Dogs teach dolls how to die.
	 Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat
	Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. 
Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds
Hushed against the...

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