Best Chauffeured Poems

In the landscape 
of melancholy, 
where arctic 
heartbeats linger, 
I long for withered 
willows to blossom 
like speckled 
diamond petals, 
while your crystalline 
silhouette strolls 
through tangled tunnels 
of my weathered mind.

And I question 
the highest choir 
orchestrating 
  ethereal anthems: 
What if there’s...

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I got to wonderin' the other day
who was the greatest poet ever?
Was it a guy named Willie Shakespeare
or someone much more clever?

I thought it over for quite a while
just who this guy might be.
Then suddenly a light went on!
By God, it could be me!

So I'm...

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where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess

guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured

letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and...

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Puttin on the Ritz - Just for You

Remember when I used to be dead broke,
and everyone laughed cause my dreams were a big joke?
Well I married a rich fellow and I’m rolling in dough.
Now I’m puttin on the ritz – it’s time for my show.

Visiting...

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They have told us the consequences of our actions,
We have been told about the trailing reactions,
We turned deaf ears,
Our insatiable desires have ruled us,
Our voracious longings have
 chauffeured us to plunder her home,
We take more than she can give,
We take and leave little,
We rely on...

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I stood in the field of the lost,
Called from my slumber,
I found myself in this forever field,
They walked in silence and serenity,
The wounded, the wearied and the troubled.

Snatched by the hands of time and clime,
They were taken out of sight by the night,
They had walked...

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Bubble gum? Nay, methinks a box of dark chocolates, 'tis best,

A daisy? Nay, methinks a bouquet of velvet red roses, 'tis best,

Pants outfit? Nay, methinks a full-length strapless white silk dress, 'tis best,

Brown coat? Nay, methinks a Chinchilla fur coat, 'tis best,

Taxi? Nay, methinks a...

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In her estate in the hills lives prim Madame Chic
Who’s chauffeured way down into town every week
She tells the homeless to wash
Oh, you’ll never be posh!
You should bathe everyday like my poodle Monique!

5/9/23...

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Madras

Hotel lobbies, hotel bars
Hotel rooms, air conditioned cars
City sights and sounds and smells
A smile, a frown, a shout impels
The thoughts within to exude
And express themselves without interlude

Here no blossoms, no sweet fresh air
Save the scented jasmine in the women's hair
And the two don't mix, as...

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	Lear's & Lemo's
	Written: By Tom Wright
	1/4/99
	
	With what we have
	seems we're never content,
	We reach for plastic
	when our money is spent.
	
	With more month than money
	we'll figure the float,
	Then like Investment Bankers
	sit back and gloat.
	
	We dream of a Lear Jet
	or a chauffeured Lemo,
	For we're tired of traveling
	by truck...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and town across nation
'Til Arcadian rural slow lines suffered untimely wane

Gone:...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around the mansion there lives but only one kind of tree:
The...

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What Kim can do in Katmandu,   
Ken can do in Kankakee.           
What Tim can do in Timbuktu,
Tess can do in Tennessee.          
Scaling up Mt....

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I think of life with an elegant man.
I see a man whose hands are silk to me.
He's stunning in a suit (well-groomed is he).
He loves to read and maybe plays Chopin.
He whisks me off to Paris or Milan.
His dwelling has divans and a nice settee.
We...

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OLD TOWN ELEGY
  
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign
And barely more trace than near roads of Roman decree

From the bridge, track the ghosts of...

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