Best Bumper Poems
“Honk and drive if you love sweet Jesus”
“Text and drive to meet Jesus in pieces”
You are duly warned
Did you hear that horn
Pay attention or your chance increases
that long lonesome highway
ain't so lonesome after all
there's many cars on the byway
and truckers on the long haul
driving one next to another
back and front and all about
dangers abound, some undiscovered
behind, before, all 'round, no doubt
you may think I'm a bit crass
but some folks ridin' these roads
really like to ride upon my ass
despite brake lights that I showed
they get right up to my derriere
and hang there as if we're close
but I try not to look too scared
'lest i tip my hand to overexpose
my fear they'll get in my backseat
to carry them to their destination
an unlikely, yet still possible feat
parked in mind's fertile creation
for miles we go close back to front
they seem to not want to go past
no hurry for them, while i bear the brunt
imagining they might jus' drive up en masse
© Goode Guy 2011-11-29
Again
on the highway
reading bumper stickers
this morning
"life is a beach,
You know what I mean"
"got Jesus,got milk?
buy one,get one free"
"got virgins?go to Virginia"
"dropout and proud"
"my dog is smarter
then your student
of the month"
"bad boys rock,
bad girls rock and roll"
"lady,your middle finger stinks"
"retired,no boss,no bills"
"back up with your bad breath,
you freak"
"hotties for Obama,
rich for Mitt"
"Jesus saved me
from reality TV"
"shame,
gas costs more then beer"
"Wanna go green?
buy a green suit"
"free speech?
go learn english first"
that's all for today
now i'm off the exit...
Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest
Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief
Excitement
Is absent
Root against
Trump chump
Hill pill
Lose.
3/22/16
You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being
or go crazy when the world goes crazy.
The numbers of us overwhelm,
an impending tsunami,
my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other,
2 jobs 2 hobbies,
the biomass in the crosswalks,
fears that rend and own us,
the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition.
Your soul is immortal,
it exists outside of politics and poker. Just kidding.
Forgotten, forgiven and foregone.
A man’s ego needs no encouragement.
“I’m gonna be huge when I’m dead,” John said
last time we spoke.
Life is fine!
tough
the reward for our colossal imperfections
a back and forth game
the rivers and selfies of an empire
daily low intensity warfare
Good
a gift
not a curse
new, so let go
a veil, thin if one doesn’t believe in mystery
like all things that are forever changing but always remain the same
thriving
enjoying the passage of time
or will be good
but a dream
okey doke, short, a lazy-eyed tiger
The female voice without seeing the creature
Is really appealing, like a goddess with sweet features
But we're sometimes surprised
She ends up with crossed eyes
And a lump on her bumper or a tot on her teeter
A great bumper sticker I viewed
“Am I driving too close in front of you?”
Sorry my cranium
Must be Canadian
Our reputation is, we are NEVER rude
BUMPER
Bumper bumper bumper bumper
bumper goes the way
bumper on a rainy day
makes the fields so green
Bumper mighty rain drops
Bumper harvest pops
Bumper bumper bumper bumper
bumper way we sway
bumper heavy sunshine
bumper hay we make
Bumper greener pastures
send the cows to graze
Bumper bumper bumper bumper
bumper grows the maize
bumper cultivation
bumper flows the grain
bumper vegetation
Happy children we
Billboards and bumper stickers
as we drive down the highway
little pieces of culture
drifting all along the way;
colors, messages, pictures
so many things we see
so few that we remember
billboards and bumper stickers
covered frequently
with new messages to be discovered
Can I introduce you to the reason of unreasonable actions? Can I show you the cause of my apprehension? I don't think it will end the way we thought it would. I could set the scene; Bon Iver and an ice cold g&t, lost deep in my mind I'm trying out every outcome of telling you everything. And I've got to say there's more bad endings than good, does that mean I shouldn't do it? I think thats what it means right? Tipping the scales they call it.
Children asleep in their beds each with their 3 blankets, the oldest so she feels safe and secure, the younger because she wants to be like her older sister so much it's beautiful to see. I wish you could see it, I wish I could tell you how much pride they bring me. I'm loved but sometimes I just feel alone, I used to think being alone was ok, now I can tell you that's not what I want. Creature fear has just begin to play, one of my favorite songs. I'm still not any closer to what I think i should do. My brain is a traffic jam of things to do its bumper to bumper and you're the lights that decide the flow, and you're currently on red. What's your favorite thing to do? Where in the world would you like to see? Is there anything you'd like to ask me? I'm ready to tell you everything you want to know.
I guess that answers my question, I'm ready to take the risk and even with the tipped scales against me I'll no longer be apprehensive and be honest and true. The lights turning green again, traffic is moving at a steady pace. Time to change the music to something else. But I dont know what, any suggestions?
finding
a crumpled
dirt and water
stained piece
of paper
laying by
the side
of skid
row
covered
with news
paper next
to a brown
paper bag
filled with
an empty
bottle
the old
wrinkled
paper un
folded itself
stretching
out showing
tattoo like
ink writing
from an even
older pen
and so i read
what was
written and
written on
one of the
sides was
a score with
notes for what
must be this song:
"Breakup"
All things change and this is good
Cause a stagnant pond's the same
as a flood
One's too much the other's not enough
When it comes to people it may happen
with love
When you know the end has done begun
Why do you stay
When your tears run
Love becomes habit an expected thing
If you don't have it it's a broken ring
It means nothing and you feel the same
All except for the hate and pain
When you think your heart strings've done
been unstrung
Why do you stay
When your tears run
Now it seems your river has run its course
A dry bank and bed leave but one resort
You washed away so many years
And started another river with your tears
When it comes a time a couple's no longer
one
Why do you stay
When your tears run
Form:
The female voice without seeing the creature
Is really appealing, like a goddess with sweet features
But we're sometimes surprised
Turns out she's crossed eyes
With a lump on her bumper or a tot on her teeter