Best Chrysler Poems
The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male calendar,
But was rejected by an all female committee.
He wares $1500 Hart Schaffer suits,
With one of his identical pair of size 11 shoes.
When the president stands up you never hear any boo’s.
A few good luck charms he has with him,
A Madonna and child frozen for eternity,
And a bracelet of the arm of a man fighting in Iraq.
Bar can lift an impressive 200 pounds wile lying on his back.
His favorite delight to drink is Black forest iced tea,
Wile looking at his red boxing gloves signed by Mohamed Ali.
But never ask him out to Baskin Robbins, he don’t like ice cream.
But if you gave him a chocolate protein bar his dream.
Hide any dog meat snake meat or roasted grasshoppers up high,
For all these things he has tried.
All wile keeping his dignified pride.
He gets a snip and a trim once a week cost him $21 dollars,
That’s real cheap thanks to Zariff.
In whom the Obomber confides in to talk about the week.
He mite have been the one who convinced the malotoe,
To trade his Chrysler 300 in for the hybrid.
His memoirs, Dreams from My Father won a Grammy in 2006.
He was o past war president that was left handed the 6th.
He left a stag party which had a stripper in 1996.
As a teenager he tried marijuana and cocaine,
And Berry collects comic books like spider-man and Conan the Barbarian.
His specialty as cook is chili,
His favorite TV shows are Mash and The Wire.
He has four places in a Chicago home to build a fire.
He uses an apple Mac laptop to look at Pablo Picasso art.
He has read every Harry Potter book,
I wonder if he spoke Spanish to his pet ape back in Indonesia.
Categories:
chrysler, black-african amer
Form:
Rhyme
Hey, what's your number?....,
.....,I'll call you.
Anyways, here's my story,.....
Twice down off the steps, I fell
cause of my flyer mileages
in a two fars, one near, four rights
then touch your nose, place.
Lived, a wise ass owl
in a town called Whoville
near the mooning cow
were spoon and fork
pitched a business plan
to go missionary.
One day, Jack and Gretel
asked a Who villager
where is Hansel and Jill?
the villager said, "Who?"
Kinda, sort of like
the dish orbiting away from the satellite
big red made it the to neighborhood
in a Jesus Chrysler convertible
with gum stuck on the bottom.
Also, Humpty Dumpty is actually
an ostrich that hasn't hatched yet
the piper packed some sea shells
Granny goose huffed and puffed
ginger taste like garlic bread
and Miss Piggy stayed in bed
because Kermit the frog
never made it back from china.
Can a mustard say,.....
.....,more ketchup, please?
On Rudolph, to the next,.....
Jack and Gretel found the inn
made their way to the lobby
we're they saw the owl
smoking worms
and sipping tree sap.
They asked the owl
where is Hansel and Jill?
the owl said, "Who who, whoopee do....,
they rented room and you should, too!"
There's no such thing as fairies.
Categories:
chrysler, fairy, fantasy, funny, humor,
Form:
In the late 1970s I was a bricklayer, and for about half a year we worked in a new housing allotment along a state highway in Ohio. There were towns in the area, and a small city about 10 miles away, but at the time this was still countryside. 15 or 20 of the houses had their lots right on the highway, and across the road was a cemetery. As we worked, we could see all the traffic going along the road.
One guy we saw every day. He was a small man, an older man, though it was hard to say if he was in his 50s, or 60s or even 70s. In the early afternoon he'd come down the road, and turn into the cemetery. After a time - usually about an hour - he'd leave, and this was 7 days a week, regardless of weather. The easy guess was that he was visiting his dead wife's grave.
He sat absolutely still in the car, and the car made almost no sound. It was a small, light Plymouth or Chrysler, colored gray. Must have had a small, smooth engine - you could hardly hear anything. He always wore a hat, a light tan color, and his shirts were light gray or off-white. He drove slowly, staring straight ahead. That's what I really remember about him, the sense of slowness, quiet, an almost infinitely light touch upon the world.
Categories:
chrysler, bereavement, death, farewell, life,
Form:
Prose
Good memories of our parents and grandparents,
I thank them for the blessed years with them.
i remember when my sons Kirk and Erik and mom came to live here,
I would drive my children and my little sister Antje to school.
I had a turquoise car, an outdated Chrysler model,
Then I would bring them back home to the big old house.
Help the children with their homework,now Kirk is a Civil Engineer,
His brother Erik became a Chartered Account.
They both graduated from university,
Their parents are very proud of them,
I resumed my studies at York University,
And have an equivalent B. A in Arts and Education.
Even though Walter, their father was divorced from me.
We had happy years of marriage with our sons at the beautiful house,
My sons married, Kirk married the beautiful Jenn at a Muskoka wedding
Erik married the pretty Lisette , they had a Hawaiin wedding that was very
nice,
We had an Elvis Presley house across the road, very enhanced and beautiful.
They rebuit our parents house and I found their house on the computer.
Good memories of the big old house where we lived and played together,
Went on picnics at the Jack Darling Park and tossed the frisbee.
i thank God for guiding and keeping us safe,
Good memories with our paents and grandparents.
author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
chrysler, appreciation, beautiful, friendship, god,
Form:
Free verse
Mom’s old Chrysler is the scourge of my life
driving it, this sedan makes me complain
forty meters on a ride, the wheels pop--
by that time, I miss the green light... again!
So I'm squatting like a fool on a byway
with prayers, the tow truck gets here real fast--
while counting a hundred 'go' lights blink on ;
my lacy dress spoils, my frail wits aghast!
To make matters worse, tonight's the great prom...
While above the green bulb, a poster reads,
" Is your auto worn-out? Here's an offer!
Get the new Chrysler where each ride succeeds!
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Green Humor Rhymes, Old Or New For Prizes
1/16/2019 ~ Revised
Categories:
chrysler, car, green, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss
Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car lot got flooded but we did a road test."
The salesman said with a wink
A knock on the door, 'Wanna' sell that ole wreck?
I live down 'ar right crost the creek'
"How much?" 'Thirty bucks!' "Okay, what the heck?"
(He stuffs some more Skoal in his cheek)
"Whatcha' do with 'em?" I ask. 'Crush 'em!' He hacks
And spats on a flat balding tire
'Front 'uns look good, we'll haul 'er from the back
Now what did I do with my pliers?"
'Anything in 'ar you might wanna' keep?'
(The door handle sticky with sap)
A moldy child's baseball glove on the back seat
And a faded old little league cap
Slowly the wrecker-hearse jacks up the rear
It snaps and it groans in protest
"Thirty pieces, that's all? Please let me stay here
I'm tired and I just need to rest"
(It's backwards I tell you, something's not right
With the way that old car's being towed
So lonesome it looks, its hazy headlights
Staring sadly down at the road)
N/A in contest 'Pick a Title' judged on 11/13/2014
Categories:
chrysler, grief, me, son,
Form:
Quatrain
From the moment I feel that spark
in the palm of your hand and let it
run over the bone of my hip, I am placed in a
euphoria that drags along with me for months and
years.
It keeps me awake at night and clouds my focus
during the conference calls, bathroom breaks, and
monotonous drives home. It puts me to sleep as I stand
over the boiling pot of spinning webs.
I can feel every stroke of your finger across my face, my thoughts of it. I am
trapped in my memory and longing for the silence of water
falling from the shower head as I drink you in over and over.
It makes my heart flutter and pound and fumble to catch its breath. It makes my mind start and stop
and sputter like a Chrysler with no battery. I hold it quietly around my middle, to protect me from the
emptiness of acceptance.
This is a dirty trick of an imbalanced mind. It is not the very real experience and longing that I try to
compress with this very unhelpful, old washcloth.
Categories:
chrysler, angst, confusion, introspection, recovery
Form:
Free verse
New Fiats can be seen on the roads of our nation
since they took the reins of the Chrysler Corporation.
One hundred and eight horsepower does not seem like a lot.
However, that's all we need. The engine gives all it's got.
This Italian machine is quite a diminutive dynamo.
Being very light, it can really get up and go.
Fiat departed North America about three decades ago.
Thankfully, these Italian automobiles have returned.
They are once again displaying the reputation they have earned.
These cars display power with great fuel economy.
If one is good enough for the Pope, it's good enough for me.
Categories:
chrysler, business, car,
Form:
Rhyme
Those are not the scent of roses in the breeze.
It is more like the smell of aged provolone cheese.
It wavers along with some olive oil and oregano.
Those are some scents I already know.
Who is lurking nearby do I suppose?
It is none other than my dear Hoagie-nose!
She is a woman I can’t possibly forget.
Everywhere she follows me this Italian coquette.
This ragazza has a kiss as sweet as anisette.
This little woman always accommodates a man.
That’s why she drives around in a mini van.
She makes sure the fellow is nice and comfy
in the back of her Chrysler Town and Country.
There was a valuable lesson I would learn.
The flames of passion gave me a third-degree burn.
We crossed the Rubicon to the point of no return.
My Hoagie-nose and I will tie the knot in June.
We will be joining forces around the rise of the full moon.
Yes, this little Italian doll is the one I must choose.
Her daddy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Categories:
chrysler, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romance, me,
Form:
Rhyme
the sun overhead is noticably upset.
the sun is late in the evening raging
through its galitic colisack.
round and round it goes.
the sun is a 1980 chrysler cordoba.
the sun has an eight track that plays
lou rahls "love is a hurtin thing".
Categories:
chrysler, allegory, funeral, sun,
Form:
Sijo
I have a reason to live
Thousands of them to stay alive
So pure and natural like the oil from Olive
For this, I will always strive
In your sure way I will drive
For I know, knowledge, from your closet I will derive
Our meeting was indeed, a Destiny
Destined to occur in the GNA colony
Oh yes, that is the "inky fraternity"
I hope to have this for eternity
The peace, the love, ahhh such serenity
For you I have no wish
Except that, with you at the lake side I could fish
In your eyes, I need immortality to look
Late birth day wishes they believe kills
And late wishers are killers
Mine is but meant to only thrills
And I am the supposed " thriller"
I wish for you, I could buy a Chrysler
Though I know it's below your standard Priscilla
I could only wish for something bigger like a Godzilla
Such a fiction can not be wrestle except a gorilla
I wish that, right now your hand I could hold following the way you led
But now in my heart I look at you and bled
For long ago now I had fled
I know
With thought they read
And
"In uttter disparity they peeped"
"Wondering what sort of thinking I possessed
But no worries, I can cope
For I have a reason to hope
Categories:
chrysler, beauty, fantasy, friendship, happy
Form:
ABC
Looking at the map,
the United States of America
is comprised of fifty states
I live in Michigan,
one of the fifty states
Specifically, I live in the city of Highland Park
It is a small city nestled within Detroit, the biggest city in Michigan
It's a city that once was famous
for having the first assembly line for automobiles
Henry Ford's iconic Model T were the first cars
that rolled off that line from the Ford Motors factory
I live a short distance from that early 1900's auto plant,
which is just a ghost building now, although it has been
designated as a historical site by the state of Michigan
Over forty years ago, Highland Park looked so beautiful
The city's motto: it was called "The city of trees"
But that was until the mid-70's, when it was decimated by Dutch elm disease
My once tree-lined, shady street is no more,
though my neighbors directly across the street from me
have a big maple tree that still provides my house
with plenty of shade in the summertime
Highland Park was also once the world headquarters
for the Chrysler auto company
They moved out in the early 90's,
they were the last big taxpayer for the city
Since then, the city has been on the decline
With a shrinking tax base and population that once peaked
above 50,000, and is now below 20,000 ...
Highland Park, the city of trees has become a dry branch
A little bitty
city within a city
Detroit surrounds us
Categories:
chrysler, beauty, city, history, sad,
Form:
Haibun
It ain't no wonder that in this nation consternation and confusion reigns!
From wily politicos from the prez on down we hear the same old refrains!
"I'll see that you git a new sewer system in town if you'll elect me, please!"
"Read my lips! I'll never raise yer taxes! I'll simply call 'em fees!"
Congress poured billions into the coffers of Chrysler and General Motors.
Never mind that they went agin the will of millions of American voters!
Behind closed doors Harry and Nancy managed to ravage medical care!
'Tis just a couple of examples of "change" that's left the treasury bare!
The prez can't manage things at home yet he sticks his nose in matters overseas.
Hey! You weren't elected President of the World so stick to domestics please!
Now he's meddlin' in state affairs tellin' 'em how to budget since they're broke.
Seems he has trouble balancin' the federal budget sans blowin' lots of smoke!
'Tis well known that politicians seem to have a congenital proclivity,
For spewin' with fork'ed tongue inane babble with audaciious creativity!
The nuances that they spin and the strange postures that they assume,
Leaves little doubt that poor Mister Webster lies a-spinnin' in his tomb!
Some gullible souls are charmed by what some politicians postulate.
Please spare me, Lord! I grow weary of hearin' them scoundrels bloviate!
Alas, they remind me of a catfish - they're all mouth with very little brains!
It ain't no wonder that in this nation consternation and confusion reigns!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
chrysler, funny, politicalconfusion,
Form:
Rhyme
A boy King was born in Bethlehem piquing the interest of three very wise guys.
They came from the East guided by a mysterious Star streaming from the skies!
They got a fix on the Star with their GPS and with AAA aid, planned their route,
To make the trek to that unlikely place to see what the hoopla was all about!
They mounted their royal camels named Chrysler, Lincoln and Cadillax.
(Lesser breeds named Chevy, Honda, Kia and VW toted MREs and packs!)
Reservations were made to stay at Oases Embassy Suites along the way,
Ensuring they provided swimming pools and golf courses on which to play!
They took along a generous supply of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
And platoons of Green Berets as guards should any funny stuff occur!
Their route took them o'er mount and vale and through dunes of shifting sand.
Sans their GPS and I-pods they would've become lost in that desolate land!
As they neared Bethlehem, they enquired, "Where is this King of the Jews?"
They were told, "Take a left on Palm Mews, then a right to Holy Mews!
There you'll find Him wrapped in swaddling cloths in a modest shed.
There was no room for Him at Holiday Inn so He was born there instead!"
They paid their respects and presented their gifts as they knelt in adoration.
Learning in a dream of Herod's plan, they high-tailed it East in a new direction!
Herod tried to find where the sweet Babe lay and his innocent life destroy,
But he lived to become King of Kings regardless of Herod's nefarious ploy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
chrysler, parody, religion, star, star,
Form:
Rhyme
i remember the houses through the years where we lived with our parents,
The Magnolia house when we came to Canada with our father and mother.
Our parents had a beautiful wedding,
Mother had a beautiful wedding dress and father a handsome suit.
My younger brother Tom was born,
I remember the days when he was growing up.
i would walk around the playpen,
Our mother would curl his hair because she wished to have a son with curly hair.
He would sit in the playpen and I would walk around and be with him,
We were friends at a young age, he is five years younger than I.
He became a Secondary School Teacher,
And I became an Elementary School Teacher.
Everything at my parent's house was homemade,
They had made their own furniture and sewed their own curtains.
We moved to their second house on Chopin Ave.,
We walked to school, two hours to school, very safe, later we had a school bus.
We graduated from Secondary School with our friends,
Both went to Teacher's College and went onto to be hired and teach school.
I received my twenty-five year pin and a certificate for contributing to
excellence in Education.
My youngest son was my escort and his older brother was at University.
They both have their careers and both married and i have beautiful grandchildren,
We moved to the Lorne park House with our parents and grandparents.
Our parents love child was born and we were delighted.
She grew up with our sons and they are good friends.
she is married with children now,
And has beautiful children and a handsome husband.
Beautiful years of friendship guested, picnics and days of tossing the frisbee.
Walks along the shores of the Lake at Jack Darling park.
Skipping stones in the water, recently we visited Jack Darling park.
Good memories always shared by my relatives and I.
Days when i drove the children to school in the turquoise chrysler.
Memories of the divorce, my husband and I are still friends.
Days and Nights with our parents and grandparents.
Blessings from God and i am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Categories:
chrysler, appreciation, blessing, education, friend,
Form:
Free verse