Best Bumpers Poems
A child in time
Innocence was not youth, innocence was the times
We all sat at the dinner table
Discussions were lively, as adult’s sipped wine
That old Volkswagen, a trunk of memories
Now sitting in the graveyard of old rusty cars
Wishing for shinier days, and a fresh cold coca cola
Frozen in my mind, rusty bumpers, forever a time to cherish
Some dreamed of voyages to space
I dreamed of far away meadows
Where nothing ever changed
Childhoods magically suspended in time
Let me say, time is no ones friend
We spend it easily in our youth
We treasure it like frankincense with each passing day
Love captures our hearts, will time let it stay?
We see the world around us die
Knowing this is nature’s way
Pain, as loved ones fade
Wither away, as we linger on
Day after day
The same questions float in my head
Why do things have to change?
Am I not better off dead?
Love is bound by tears of the heart
A soft kiss or eyes that speak in lustful silence
It matters not, not at all
We must suffer this world as humans do
Me, I shall cling to yesterday
The days of abundance of spirit and youth
I shall dance inside these memories
These are the happy shadows of the past
summer rain
cotton candy clouds
whispy trails like spun sugar ~
sly mists mask the skies
muggy breathless air
leaves hang limp upon their boughs ~
mute the summer song
heat in mirages
shimmering waves sweltering ~
sweet star jasmine blooms
winds like banshees rise
hypnotic dust shadows spin ~
crickets take cover
monsoon clouds rumble
dark humid fury gathers ~
lightning waits to strike
thunder bumpers swell
full of humid heaviness ~
fevered fireballs flair
muggy raindrops fall
scent of rain on sidewalks
drought runs for its life.
8-1-22
Fractured Storm
Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.
Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.
Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed
Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.
Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.
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Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary
I've never understood how things work
gears turn and cranks crank
circuits connecting and forming a link
all of this stuff is out of my reach
its all so confusing, fuses and plugs
that plug into sockets
and HUDS that have numbers and belts that have notches
motors that whirr and shake so profusely
only do more to stump and confuse me
I'm not at all mechanically inclined
trust me I know, I've tried many times
I can't understand battery's without power
have to charge for almost a whole half an hour
drivetrain won't drive, forward or reverse
transmission whats that, this sticks stuck in first
the bumpers don't bump and the flashers won't flash
speedometer and fuel don't work on the dash
there are spots under the hood for the fluids it takes
and I don't understand how a carburetor.. carburates?
mufflers to muffle the sounds that it makes
drive shaft to control the turns that you take
key to ignition
ignition to starter
starter to the whatever the hell that you call er'
it's all so disturbing, it bothers me bunches
gas pedals, brake pedals, what are these clutches
automatic and manual drives drive me crazy
has anyone checked the oil here lately
the tires have tread to catch on the ground
hydraulics to make you go up and go down
there are switches and knobs
that serve no functions or jobs
there's gearboxes, spark plugs, fuel tanks and handbrakes
and I couldn't even tell you which one keeps the car in place
how it all works is way beyond me
I have a hard enough time just finding my keys
Rock-ribbed republicans
under
six sleek, slender saplings
fasten
red leather, yellow leather
onto
rubber baby-buggy bumpers.
(Say the long lines fast three times;
by now you know that nothing rhymes.)
I want to write about getting what you want
Does God always give you what you want?
You bet
If what you want is what He wants
Does He give you what you don't want?
No
So you can scratch that
And start with what you want
By praying that what He wants is only what you want
And only that
Am I making any sense?
You should only want what He wants
And that's that
Once you pray that, you will find that
He will bent over backward to give to you
It will take time
But you will find that - one by one it came true
And you totally forgot that that was what you prayed
Surprised yourself
God not only gives you what you want
But over and above what you want
I was driving a 2008 Honda Accord
It wasn't too old but not too new
Okay definitely was not new
Did not want to get another one, especially a new one
Until I have put in at least 200,000 miles
My plan was gun ho
It was all beat up - the bumpers anyway - scratched up and things
But God had a different idea
He set me up with a new car
Even had a car picked out for me
I had no plan to get a new one
sitting in the service department getting my car fixed
So you see
Once what you had that that what you want is what He wants
He will upgrade you
And not only give you what you want
But what He wants also
And what He wants is the best
I'm not complaining lol
Just thought I'd share that with you
I'm in the clouds
Because what I want the most has finally come true
Not the car!
Right with Him all the time :)
Cars run down the road to New York City
Looking for cattle
There must be another way to make hamburgers
Not too many pastures in Manhattan
Traffic won't permit it
Going zero miles per hour is no way to hunt for dinner
What's McDonald’s secret
They sell billions every year
People in India are vegetarians
Animals have souls and ancestry
Cows carry signs in the city
“No buns or bumpers”
“Beep if you love Jesus”
Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know
The times you got my motor running
How you loved to get me all fired up
Engines firing we went the full distance
Suddenly you lost all interest in me
Cashed me in for a younger prettier model
Ruthlessly you cast me aside, left me all alone
All I need now is a bit of love and affection
Put some polish on my bumpers and I’ll be raring to go
How I miss you being part of my life
Even after all these years I still pine for you
Abandoned when I still had so much left to give
Past my prime, now I’m on the scrapheap of life
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In the ocean or among lumber
Survivalist and hunter
Rain and thunder
Above below and inside the bunker
An increase in hunger
During Winter and Summer
A roadrunner
Giving them a stone cold stunner
Like a hot knife through butter
Running smoothly or with a buffer
Bags full of downers and uppers
Getting older, not any younger
Awake or in slumber
Areas clean or filled with clutter
Closed and open shutters
Items kept, tossed or lost down the gutter
Having disinterest or wonder
Still unfound or discovered
A miss or swish whether or not wearing shorts made by no jumper
Dented and pristine bumpers
You are or aren't showing your true colors
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful
getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red
hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide
mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said
socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm
soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot
but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast
on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away
{R.I.P. Mama}
Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny
Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All
All the people stop and stare,
they don't care, they don't mind the street-lights.
Bumpers kiss, fenders bend, I saw her grin, when she saw them glance again.
Black skin, with the wild hair, ripped denim laminated on her derrière.
Leather in the summer, ask her if she cares, all the people stop and stare.
Black vintage with the wild hair.
Aylesbury duck in port
Currant jelly sauce
Bucks bread with beef dripping spread
Then cherry bumpers;
Dandelion and
Burdock brew
Whew!
road kills left their souls on the bumpers of passing cars
their rorschach shapes haunting the eyes of the drivers
as their wheels keep turning chasing the next unwanted prey
His given name was Douglas Watson.He was known
to all who knew him at all as Poobie. He was our neighbor in Barton Alabama. His claim to fame was at the age of nine he drove a loaded logging truck down iron mountain.He was about eighteen
When I first met him.He was a young man of small
stature with an unfortunate skin condition but
with incredibly expressive blue eyes. Poobie
worked on a roofing crew with me and made the overexposure to the heat and cold more tolerable
by the stories and observations he could be counted on to always have at the ready.
One day I heard a knock at my door and went
To the door to find Poob standing there the brim
of the old hat he wore pulled low.
" I have come to talk to you about your boy", he said
referring to my son who was ten."Now I know you think he's mama's little angel but when mama
ain't looking he ain't such a little angel." Seems my son and his buddy across the street were grabbing onto car bumpers while on skates.I guess Old Poobie knew first hand how quickly a boy could
get in over his head in the spirit of fun and adventure.
I appreciated him taking the time to look
out for me and mine and for cluing me in. Poobie seemed like someone
who was living life on borrowed time and I often wonder if he is still with us.If so I hope he is
doing well.