Best Drive Poems

There are different levels of truth
I climb
   Staircases 
	That 
	       Go
	            Far
              ...

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Someone special died because you drink and drive

Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive 
Maybe you are hurting

Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked 
cause you can’t handle liquor

You didn’t...

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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 house soon to be
treated to a sponge bath and turtle wax while an internal cleansing
prepared for the evenings adventure dollar...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start...

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For months I’ve partitioned – sectored my strife
Trying to determine – wrong from the right
Clinging to bits – healing the bytes
Moving and changing – formatting new life

My career crashed – with it my dreams
Memory erased – circuits burned clean
Connection to love – garbled and crossed
Power...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in 
Oxons streets so spill!
Where Great Alfred strove to drive out...

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Cattle Drive

Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around

The cattle are camped in the corner 
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff...

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My Dad taught me to drive stick
On warm Sunday mornings while Chicago slept
Before the church people left and returned
On a freeway still under construction
Past yellow barricades and
Caution signs
Recklessly cautious
Without benefit of power steering
And power brakes
We flew past run down homes
And new skyscrapers
We owned the road
The...

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Sometimes, 
when I am
in neutral
and he is 
in overdrive,
I switch to
automatic....

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On this eve before New Years I resolved to be cheerful
But while driving my car, another car bumped me
The driver got out, and he gave me an ear full!
It took but a moment, and I knew he was beer filled!
Disgusted and angry, I found myself...

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When then sun sets east on a western shore
as the clouds laugh in the sky 
I will call your name as I close door
taking time to wonder why

In the second chance that I come to find
when the moon sings on the sea
I will thank the...

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When fall had settled in
like a mellow multi-colored cat,
purring with contentment 
in the beauty of its prime,
Fall crept past the summer of its youth
and sprawled before us.
It stretched out in splendid coolness.
Yes, fall was a cat of many colors -
an orange burnt almost red 
among...

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Last night I dreamed I was weeding my vegetable garden in the Drive-in theater, while people wandered back and forth from snack bar to their cars.

While pulling weeds, I saw a banana slug and was about to squish it when I realized it had legs....

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Dear All


Hot today. Hired a car. Took to hills. Travelled far.

Narrow road. Never ends. Sweat on wheel. Hairpin bends.

Glanced at temp. Glanced at fuel. Aircon found. Turned to cool.

Island sun. Not like ours. Single track. Other cars.

Parked at top. Lovely sight. Valleys. Vineyards. Left and...

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Sometimes, I wake up from Sweet Death’s dull sleep,
And find, I’ve not been living as I could,
My friends tell me they tire of seeing me weep…
I feel like I’m a boy, not flesh, but wood…
My nose is growing long, they seem to think,
Although I speak,...

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