Best Bumper To Bumper Poems

Pink inks of dawn glow 
through a dissolving fog
lifting botanical shadows
alive with enchanting birds. 
Rustling leaves stir the world awake.

Over the horizon a bustling city throbs,
a million or more people 
going to their jobs,
missing this quiet solitude.

Radios thump. They drive
bumper to bumper,
eyes glued to the...

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FLEEING IRMA

spotlight moon, full, like an Old Testament cloud, leading
Floridians forth, not into the desert, but away from the wrath
of Irma.  bumper to bumper, neighbors from pilot to caboose,
illuminated in each other’s flood beams. testiness and pride
put aside, as fleeing cars, in camaraderie, brave...

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Once upon a time
In a land not so far
Lived a lead footed man
Alone with his car.

He longed to go fast
Speed flawlessly down the track
So he looked for a car
A Mustang in fact.

It was love at first sight
From bumper to bumper
He adored her sleek look
And got...

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Birdsong serenade
Sun beams streaming;
Abrupt illumination

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Food mall gallery
Tempting flavours;
Sensational buzz

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Busy feet scatter
Muddy puddles;
Rain water gushing

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Humid weather burns
Dehydrated faces;
Scotching heatwave

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Severe flu bout
Head dizzy drowsy;
Coughing frustration

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By this bench
Watch busy people;
Pursuing taut agendas

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City fringe footpath
Workday buzz zigzags;
Toils and pursuits

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Old couple walking
Stop to review signposts;
Figuring the way home

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Old man sits...

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White Van Man

White van driver, he couldn’t give a damn
Oh how I wish that he would scram
From lofty heights he owns the road
He’s deft at signs sure to forebode
With cell in hand intent on chat
He swears at the driver wearing a hat
Coursing a path that’s...

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Five PM - A Jungle


Tires screeching,
Fan belts squealing,
Bumper to bumper,
Crawling like snails,
Horns blaring,
Engines raring,
Poison spewing,
Tempers flaring,
People Swearing,
Sweat dripping,
Predators on the loose,
Darting in and out,
Running traffic lights,
Scurrying here and there,
Police in hibernation,
Five PM - It's a Jungle!...

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The Hurricane was Harvey
By Franklin Price
8/31/2017

The hurricane was Harvey, what an unassuming name
Left the western Yucatan. across the Gulf he came
Building up his power to a category four
Slammed into the Texas coast with wind, and rain, and more
Coming into Rockport with winds one thirty some
Evacuate...

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Men at work, bumper to bumper
tensile traffic, thick black bitumen.
Everything seems to last longer 
then that grey granulated concrete

that extends from Bodega, Cali-
fornia to Savannah, Georgia.
Blacktop pot-fill smells like
the solid and searing work of roofers;

hardhat knuckle down workers,
men that stretch skyscraper towers,
or suspend themselves over
the...

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Caution: 
Do not attempt to remove yourself.
You have incurred the penalty
Of my undying devotion.
My heart and soul are clamped to yours.
Removal could mean a huge fine.
You are so fine, I find.
Get your engine in gear
And accompany me.
Give me ideas above my station.
You have been found
Obstructing...

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My Modern Age Reality

The daily commute a daily grind
Bumper to bumper you will find
Asking “are you out of your mind”
Hoping to spot someone that is kind

Road rage is now the new adage
To get where you’re going at this stage
Maybe this can be forestalled with courage
Though...

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You know that feeling at the airport
Watching passengers arrive
As you’re about to board?
Or at a restaurant
Asking for the check
As the guy at the other table is about 
To devour a 28 ounce Prime Aged Porterhouse steak? 
What about when you’re leaving the beach
Sunburned & sizzling...

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Just jumping in.
Everything comes to a halt.
The first few moments don't seem as bad.
Depending on length.
The line of cars.
In a sea of metal 
Something wow happens.
Metal crashes into metal.
Causally passing by.
Everyone is okay.
Making sure to see what happened
They drop speed.
The police attempt to make it...

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Winter Bites It

The streets are silent
there is no rush hour
no back-up in the William’s tunnel
no bumper to bumper
36 minutes to the Braintree split
The sound of dogs is missing
along with bird bush chatter.
The wind hums coldly
against my windows
an artful frost builds up
on the inside
the old furnace...

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"Stripe"

For no particular reason 
The clouds cleared 
And the sun shone bright and
the month of old snow  
melted enough to reveal half
 of the mud beneath.

For no particular reason 
a neighborhood cat took a stroll
across the dirty brown ridges of ice on the tree...

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I'm awakened by the scream of steam
from a spicy coffee-scented dream.
Sleep can't ignore that piercing sound,
nor the scent of fragrant beans fresh ground.

Knowing that the day's schedule is tight,
I head for work while traffic's still light.
For the city crawls at its peak rush,
and many cars...

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