Best Chevy Poems

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile...

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The shell remains
picked clean by hungry vultures
ravenous with greed.
Gouged-out eyes
now bare hollow sockets
vacant in their stare.
Morsels of choice parts 
deftly stripped or torn away—
and gutted...

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Note the golden morning sun, red and orange, blue aeonian sky
Silver reflections of moonlight cast on dead of night still waters
Window light that shines so...

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You’ll find that I have core beliefs, that are not written in any one book.
I believe that Jesus loves me. He’s all around, so please,...

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Morning sunrise through the sleepy eyes of a young boy bringing
anticipation of sundown and a starlit night
while the chevy still slept in front of the...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't...

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Image of Grandparents Country Home from my family collection

The Two Drivers In My Life

In my younger years ...
I got to know the souls of my...

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Every couple 'a years or so 
Our family reunites
It takes a couple 'a years or so
To recover from the fights

A family like our'n
Doesn't party like...

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I’m really not a jealous person. I am happy for those who are fortunate in life.  If I see a lady who has a...

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I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the...

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I was five years old when the war was over 
August, 1945, and my daddy sent word 
He was on his way home from Guadalcanal....

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Early 60’s feeling my oats, slow moving wasn’t my bag
56 Chevy, foot to the floor, looking for someone to drag
He’s a Rebel on the radio,...

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From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway...

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I remember that Sunday night 
When I got the call from my Mom
She called to let us know
My brother was wounded in Vietnam
I went to...

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