Best Dealership Poems
she said
sleep
i thought
she said
jeep
so i
took her
for a test
drive
and
found
a few
gears
tight so
might
grease
them some
then give
another
hum
but
now i find
her body
paint was
just
cream
so i'm
enjoying
the ride
trying
to decide
should i
or could
i check
another
chassis
no she's
classy
and
i
know my
wheels are
spinning so
why would
i
even
think of
another make
or model since she
is such a take me for a spin
off
the lot
she's a pleasure
to sit in her seat and
take home but not own
Form:
When I was a just little girl
Daddy told me a tale
About how I’d find my Prince
Then I’d wear a wedding veil
He said...
Your Prince will be brave and strong
He will keep safe you from harm
He’ll always stand right by your side
Proud to have you on his arm
He will share with you his riches
He’ll Comfort you at night
He’ll wipe away your falling tears
And when it’s dark, he’ll be your light
He will be honest and faithful
On him I could depend
For he would be the man
With whom my life I’d spend
I finally thought I met my Prince
Our wedding bells did chime
It didn’t take very long
To realize I married slime
Strong and Brave?
Late one night while sleeping
I heard a crash, “what was that?”
He quickly shoved me out of bed
“Don’t forget the baseball bat”
Stand beside me?
Nightly we would take a walk
But in his steps I would tread
For this loving Prince of mine
Was always many blocks ahead
Share his riches?
This always makes me laugh
He promised a new car I would get
But when we left the dealership
He drove off in his new Corvette
Honest and faithful?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the lies
Since when does faithful mean
Playing between another’s thighs
Daddy you said he’d wipe my tears
But that was just a lie
You see it was this loving Prince
That always made me cry
I don’t believe in fairy tales
Or that dreams will come true
I’ve only ever met one Prince
Daddy, that Prince was you!
Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that ***** in Bio class?
Whaddya say?
Wishing the time would stop
I got rhymers block
But I a shine a lot
Listening to mines & PAC
Music confused when my time will start
Influence by the recruitment oF Noah's finest ark
I'm grinding hard cover your thoughts I will blind the dark
No matter the size I'll guard
Any Goliath
Faith of a mustard Tell my enemies try it
Days I put my trust in thee kept my enemies quiet
You can't even crush my dreams
My beliefs or the book that I read
The Basic instructions before leaving earth
Help me functionally breathe
Thinking what's my worth I went to church & got baptized
They ask why cause My sins was long as satire
Sins without 1 repent is like a Benz with a flat tire
I vent and ask god to give me strength when I'm mad tired
Cause When you on the edge
You can't lower your head
Instead take a moment to pray
And say Jehovah show me the way
I lose focus some days
But I know that im chosen
I know that I'm golden
Martin had a dream that a new king would be so outspoken
I'm starting to see how real things go unnoticed
Cops kill us po kids
& the Judge closed both lips
Jury read the verdict
We furious he nervous
But the case is always innocent god what are we dealing with
They kill us black guys before we get a job and hit the dealership
Can't even drive on 95 without getting our feelings killed
They say Sky is the limit until the ceilings built
Keep your eye on the price and strive keep Fulfilling it
& If you fall try 2 climb that hill again
When you reach the top of the mountain
Teach everybody you surrounding
& that's how we make it out man
Dr king paved the way
& It's safe to say that we have to make a way today
Quit being afraid and let your bird leave it's cage
Do you know why the caged bird sing ?
Because in it's mind it's not afraid to let freedom ring
There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and not discovered.
She sat there quietly in a sales lot of an auto dealership. The only conclusion
I could draw was that she was waiting there, just for me.
I wasn’t sure that I could afford her, but I could not resist her beauty. I was happy to be fortunate enough to make her mine. So I started her wheels to rolling in the winter of 1974. That was when I bought my first car, a 1973 Maverick on that cold winter’s day.
Years later I would consider the matter, but at the time, little did I or the Maverick realize that her model in many respects represented the very essence of me. Not given to conformity or dependency, we had something in common.
She was a six cylinder and gold colored with a black vinyl top.
From Chicago to Wisconsin, she never despaired.
Through the icy and snowy trenches, I saw no flinches.
From Northern Mississippi to Central Florida,
not once did she complain, frown, or sigh.
Through the sun bleached moisture ascending through
The Gulf of Mexico, she never resisted or said no.
Nonconforming and unconventional, she shouldered a free spirit.
Unshackled by tradition, she cruised through the winds of freedom.
In the fall of 1978 with a cross on her antenna and a sticker on her bumper,
she took our young family 2000 miles to San Francisco without a hitch.
By then, my gold Maverick had served us well.
Her many miles were beginning to show and tell.
An inflated economy and high gas prices forced her to be benched.
We sold her to a dear friend in 1979, and I have missed her since.
12122016PSContest, Late August Standard, Brian Strand
Volga – 4
to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island
why it appears
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little
is then it true
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn from the alcohol
the body-odour of the running tamarisk-shrub
will enter into the circuit-house
and that devouring of the parchment
brings to the feelings of the non-veg ant-hills
the let’s-go-cure
gathering in the sauce-island
Volga - 5
coming to this ironed canal-side
every auto-rickshaw
wants to know and let other know
the mystery
behind the rice-rain
from the cirrus
the shame in the eyes of the seal containing signs
supplies the whole-sale dealership
of the civil disobedience movement
to the locality
the role of the hammer also
wakes up early in the morning
to put under its own tongue
an antacid
is it possible that the spits
used in the observatory
be made a little more fast-moving
manuscript of the basement of a well
the biography of the pond-heron will be scripted
even-then the productivity of the merry-go-round
wouldn’t be uttered for a moment
no sir, such has never been expected
in the liquefied banana-blossoms
too many hot breads resulted from the season-change
continues to bat vehemently
and climbs to the peak of heart-throbbing runs
they in a group will go to the
aqua anetha of the mole hill
to organise a folk-song
to understand this
no arbitration of the cactus is required
notwithstanding
it is heard that the thread was pulled
by the violin of the wife of the moon-god
from behind the screen
here in the eye-front
is the basement of the morning-well
on its one page lies the faulty crow-caws
and on another some sun-shines
swinging on the hanger
after some pages in recurring …the chicken-pox … the boot-polish …
within the two covers of the dance-drama
also comes the creepers and herbs
grown around the melting point
of the arm-chair
whose legs are broken
if each pore on the skin of the river-lily
becomes so much known
then in the background of this low land
let us have one game more
Give me the eyes to see beyond the lies in the heart
Show me your clean hands without dirt
show me your hunger for power
That leaves wanjiku in a warm shower
Hold my hand and lead me to the promised land
where the people's voice
Never noise.
Let me have a taste of your 'wisdoms'
That teach abstinence while owning pubs and marketing condoms
show me the power you use to condemn the dark
while you use the dark to run your work
Teach me how to compose your music
The tool you use to fool
Teach me my friend how you get away
without no one blocking your way.
I want to follow your footsteps
Hoping you have no missteps
Teach me how leadership becomes dealership
Gangs and goon-ship
spilling blood of the innocents
Totally insolent
Humans down
sad news in town
Teach me how not to listen
To the cry of a human when bitten.
Above all I want to know
That I am blood and bones from head to toe
Just like you, not different
Teach me what makes you different
If at all you are different
I would like to know.
I
had
planned to
open a Jaguar
car Dealership in
Trafalgar Square; the
planners said "It would put
the cat amongst the pigeons."
I stand outside pacing black bard sitting on lines of grateful destruction,
Photos of lake mass grace me trapped like snow ball cage,
Died as the sky glimmer cold in April,
Looking on dark tosh of the wend,
Hearing plans bleeding the sky envious to is wake,
Dead evergreen bristles fall leaving no sound but echoes of the future,
No sleep stay to dusk smoke a cigarette next to bed springs and garbage,
Walk three thousand meters down Cedar Street, can hear residence of Spanish Trace unflattering me,
Ease in the Ford dealership – feeling warmth and peace of mind the world sometimes is good give sighs of true humanity in the Blix of the small countryside,
Liberty supply the drug I need, empty as the cold heart that it sends by - gracefully I had attain funds for my dirty habits,
Receive my change - a penny more given to me by mistake or through laziness more than less I will not care,
Talk of the world feel as revelations is among us, walking beep in are live the for hours men are ready to wake the beast, God is the true weaker of the new world no man knows the time of true deliverance,
Take the three thousand meters in full silent nest
He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He
packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood.
Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue.
My cousin, Bruce, so determined to develop his effervescent, glowing manhood.
He was par excellance at selling Mercedes Benz, and,made a substantial living.
He married a beautiful woman, bought a home with pool in Anaheim.
I have never known a man so unselfish and totally giving!
A Porsche Race Car driver, he did become!
Standing there in his white racing suit,blond hair waving, holding a helmet shining in the California sun!
He was living his dream come true.
He became manager of Porche dealership,bought a ranch house with pool
in Malibu. Then, he wasn't feeling well,something was most askew.
Indeed he battled cancer for two years, but not once did I hear him complain, not even a grumble.
People complain of smaller issues, "victim acts" are their thing. Oh, how they do publicize their suffering!
But cancer got the very best of him.He became yet more thin and more than ill.
Bruce celebrated his fortieth birthday in that California Spring!
Eleven days later, God tapped him on the shoulder. And said, " come home, to me, your soul, do bring"
I have quite never gotten over this loss.
I miss his humility and laughter and helping others, no matter the cost!
Bruce did not come from money at all.
He loved, people and life. That was his true legacy and call.
My Highest tribute to my Cousin Bruce.
April 3, 1947~ April 16, 1987
Such joy, generoty and humility!
Always in my thoughts,
Cousin Pangie
3/11/2021
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I am barely living proof that life hurts
I've had a life's worth of pain
And my regrets have been my life's work
Try to write my way through it
But can never find the right words
I just jumble 'em and stumble
Through this tunnel where no lights work
Every day I live sucks
And every single night's worse
Life's a Bentley dealership
I'm living with a tight purse
I finally see it in a plain light
Life's a test we gotta take
And I can't even spell my name right
Because inside of my head
I'm hearing several voices
I'm trying to write an essay
When it's a question of choices
And then of consequences
Always question my decisions
So I'm always on the fences
I will do it if I said it
But more than often, I'll admit
That I'll wish I hadn't meant it
You can prepare for the worst
But that don't mean you can prevent it
My swollen heart, though broke, is hard
And I've learned how to defend it
But there's just those certain blows
That I cannot be hit again with.
Form:
I met Elizabeth
during my flirtation with English Literature in 1963.
Another lesbian,
pretty blonde with
soft hands and beautiful legs.
I used to pick up Elizabeth
at the counselling center
where she was trying to be cured.
When the university found her out
they hinged expulsion on her success.
I fell passionately
in love with Elizabeth
with all my post adolescent yearning,
the feel and the look of her.
She allowed me her company
and the freedom to dream.
Her father owned an
automobile dealership in Baltimore.
Well-to-do. I could never meet their expectations.
Part of a disguise for her parents,
she knew I wasn't very good at it.
I followed Elizabeth
doggedly and drove her
where she wanted to go.
When she looked for a job
after she left college,
I drove her from office to office.
An editorial job in a small business magazine,
I was glad when she came out beaming.
Elizabeth had been interviewed by love,
She and the matronly magazine owner
immediately set up housekeeping together.
I could have been a friend to both but I melted.
Elizabeth never wrote me letters.
Air bags not deploying is not very good,
would bring to the dealership if I could,
my imagination,
in station wagon,
job a crash test dummy with flesh and blood.
12-23-16
I swear I was an innocent bystander
when the mirrored metallic hotdog crossed the planes
of surreal and subconcious.
I witnessed the takeoff faster than a time touched
woman in a suburban grocery store
when the last carton of milk with that later date is taken
from the mirrored door, reflecting her greed;
carried away to the late night Bingo games
and trips to the Cadillac dealership
and soon to that comfortable wooden box,
methodically placed in the swiss cheese soil.
We cry out,
the little girls with clay knees and puzzle-touched dresses
we cry out,
the little boys with bloated bellies and sunken eyes.
We cry out,
Red Cross, refugee camps, blood diamonds and Darfur.
Limbs become scattered by
a government tattered with Public Service announcements and our safety is now measured
by a color.
We call out to injustice with our broken generation.
struggling identites with wasted souls and plagued memories
of fallen twins and combustible buses.
We call out to injustice.
A doctor is just like a good mechanic but unless your body is broken down, there's no need to panic. Avoid unnecessary trips to a dealership, some diagnostic tests are only a rip. Be an advocate for your own health. You'll save some bucks and add to your wealth. Pay attention to fluids as they hold the key to maintaining the body's integrity. Strive to keep the engine clean, avoid dust and debris and eat mostly green. When feeling sluggish and unable to accelerate, replace those spark plugs, don't just wait. You want the blood to flow free, roto-rooter those arteries. Keep a constant awareness of your gait and just like tires, routinely rotate. Try to maintain an even tread with both your feet until your dead. At 30,60,90, come in for a test but don't tell the doc your mileage, just let him guess.