Best Drives Poems
Her skins as soft as a baby angel
I love her hair each silky strand
When she smiles like one million candles warm
I long to hold her hand
Now i know of love and have felt it's touch
just but once upon my heart
Yet this woman has touched me this very way
right from the very start
But all we love is not ours to have
not to hold to taste or touch
So there is sadness amidst the joy i feel of wanting you so much
Yet I wont arrest my need for love and joy
these two things i hold so dear
So I will allow myself to feel the gentle warmth
which greets me when you are near
It’s my therapy
Yet they never happen
It’s looking out and seeing nothing
Listening to music without a care
Crying and venting to emptiness
Being stuck in time while everything else races around
Trying to explain your silence
While being told to shut up
Because you “talk too much”
Late Night Drives are my escape
The escape from the constant battle in my head
Telling me that I’m not good enough
Saying I’ll never be pretty no matter how much makeup
Yelling at me to finally commit to the bit and end it
Late Night Drives
They help me clear my mind
But when they don’t happen
It races a thousand miles a minute
Listening to music without a care
Looking out and seeing nothing
Nothing but a trainwreck of words and emotions
Scared they will judge you
Judge you because of the music you play to cope
This fear would disappear
If Late Night Drives
Could make their way
Into this depression-filled life
That Shania Twain
Drives me insane
She croons out the songs, “In my Car”…..
My glorified feminist is “SHE”
The ferocious female hunter
She knows when to be feminine
“Man! I Feel like a Woman!” is what gets her prey
Oh, Shania, “I’m Jealous!”
Confident of her sexuality
Yet, “She’s not Just a Pretty Face”
“Don’t be Stupid,” ….You KNOW women rule
Cause, hey BOYS….“I’m Going to Get You GOOD”
Yes, Shania, “You’re Still the ONE”
Who makes me believe
That I CAN control of my life
“From this Moment On”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Favorite Lines of MINE:
In My Car:
But in my car--I'll be the driver
In my car-I'm in control
In my car--I come alive and
In my car—I am the driver--
Watch me now!
(I’m never as free here in Lebanon as I was in Cyprus…….Driving over a 100 Kilometers per hour…..Window down……..Wind in my hair……..Music blaring………IN CONTROL)
I’m Gonna Getcha Good:
Uh, I Know I sound serious and baby I am
You’re a fine piece of real estate, and I’m gonna get me some land
(FOR ONCE….MEN get treated like objects and NOT women!)
Man! I Feel Like A Woman:
The girls need a break tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance, we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down (OH HOW I LOVE TO DANCE)
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and
Man, I Feel Like a Woman (Sorry guys…There is NO feeling like being a woman IN CONTROL)
She’s Not Just a Pretty Face:
She is your waitress, she is your judge
She is your TEACHER
She is every woman in the world
She’s…not…just a pretty face
She’s..not..just a pretty face
She’s..got..everything it takes
She’s..mother..of the human race
She’s..not..just a pretty face
The people who were still alive
Helped other survivors revive
All this didn’t bother
An excellent father
Who just taught his daughter to drive
SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination,
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same,
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before!
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows,
But whatever the case may be,
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.
I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.
And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!
OLIVER MUKEMU
I arrive home and start to cuss
I've left my baby on the bus!
YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
11/19/21
Santa had a holly, jolly Christmas
long before Burl Ives.
Someone spiked his milk and cookies;
that's why Rudolph drives.
A Poet Drives a Truck
Transmit and reflect light with a steady glow.
Inspect the equipment routinely and thoroughly.
Explore alternate routes when feasible.
Let the eyes range over the land, the sky,
the near, the distant road, and the mysterious
peripheries.
Transcend rage and panic with humor and consideration.
Tell the truth especially when a brilliant lie
seems more appropriate.
Look flowers in the eyes.
Frisk about like a dog unbound.
Sniff the night perfume of trees.
Listen to the songs of birds.
Let them take wing in the breath and soar forth
to the moon.
Editors’ Note. This poem, from which this volume takes its name, was published circa 1999 in a newsletter published by Lowell’s employer at the time, titled “Still Manifesting.”
The child allowed to have their way,
And do whatsoever they may,
Who is not taught to have restraint,
Develops traits that their life taint.
The rule of appetite destroys,
And undermines life’s lasting joys.
It makes the human being a slave,
To whatever his passions crave.
Instead of reason taming urge,
Unruly urges reason scourge.
The man becomes a boorish brute,
Unanchored from his soulish root.
The home should be a training ground,
Where order reigns and love abounds.
Here children learn how they should live,
As parents sound instructions give.
When parents fail their job to do,
Society pays a high price too,
with citizens who lack the traits
That makes a nation truly great.
So many lives are ruined wastes,
Destroyed by drugs that make minds race.
Because of lack of self-control,
Men wreck their lives and lose their souls.
The quest for power, wealth, and fame,
Becomes for some a raging flame.
They live their life to make a name,
But often their life ends in shame.
Don’t let your body rule your brain,
let brain over your passions reign.
Make it your goal to become good,
To be the best a human could.
Church on Sunday She spreads her legs on Monday My girl drives the
car No bills to pay No worries for me She spreads her legs My girl
drives the car Up and down this busy highway Nobody walking
Nobody talking She spreads her legs MY girl drives the car Full speed
ahead Fifth gear always Up and down this busy highway My girl drives
the car Her mother died before she could see No cries from this baby
She never looks back Full speed ahead Up and down this busy
highway She spreads her legs My girl drives the car The angels spread
their wings to cover her eyes No tears of joy No tears of sorrow From
this baby that never cries She never looks back Full speed shead Fifth
gear always Up and down this busy highway She spreads her legs
My girl drives the car The clouds are sobbing The wind is screaming
Tears pour from the sky The angels lift their wings Off unseeing eyes
This baby that never cries Full speed ahead Up and down this busy
highway She spreads her legs My girl drives the car The clouds have
parted The sun is beeming Rays of joy light up the sky A voice cries
from the heavens Time for you to open your eyes She never looks
back Full speed ahead Up and down this busy highway She spreads
her legs My girl drives the car The sun is down The sky black with the
night No moon, No stars, No guiding light From the heavens can be
heard A woman`s sighs For this baby that never cries She never
looks back Full speed ahead Fifth gear always Up and down this busy
highway Nobody walking Nobody talking She spreads her legs My girl
drives the car
Child Drinks And Drives
(Parents Plead 5th. Beat the 5)
Mommy and daddy are going to jail you know
5 is too young to let your baby drink and drive on roads
Something went wrong along the highway of life
The child was not lucid enough for Officer Johnny
Who pulled the kid over, doing 50 in a 30 mph zone
“Where you off to kid?” He inquired
The lad picked his nose and said, “Want some?”
The law asked the youth, “You been drinking boy?”
The lad responded, “Mommy said you’re a pig.”
The pig…I mean Officer of the peace shouted out
License, registration, insurance card please!
You know the rest
Arrested on the spot by Mr. Prissy Cop
The toxicology test came back 2 weeks later
The child had been drinking at a bar
Snack bar, and had consumed chocolate milk & a candy bar
(Permit included)
Mom and pop are still off to jail
Derailed by other charges
Child endangerment, negligence
And simply being born prevailed
They will fight it though
This is America you know.
They will plead insanity, afluenza, (let’s say they’re rich)
And dehydration if it fits
This is a wonderful land we live in
And in the end they’ll take the 5th
Then take the brat home for a beating
That’s the least they do
For eating and drinking and stealing car keys
*(He will be punished in accordance with a nationally approved government sponsored beating program naturally. Similar to IRS corrective measures applicable for all citizens.)
Wise and understanding we hope to be
Circumstances can sometimes drive us up a tree
But in spite of these times
Friendships still shine
And live forever in our favourite old dungarees
© Jack Ellison 2016
THAT WHICH DRIVES A MAN TO LOVE ALSO DRIVES A MAN TO HATE
A UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE THAT GIVES BURDEONS SUCH MASSIVE WEIGHT.
IS IT ANGER IGNORANCE OR STRESS.
COULD IT BE THE PAIN WE HOLD INSIDE THAT WONT LET OUR HEARTS REST.
MAYBE,IT'S WHO WE ARE,THE REASON WE CAN'T FIND PEACE.
MAYBE,IT'S THE MORALS OF A MAN,THAT TURNS MEN INTO BEAST.
IN A WORLD OFWARS,HATE RACISM AND CONSTANT STRESS.
THERE IS NO NEED TO WONDER WHY WE CAN'T FIND ANY HAPPINESS.
TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN OR BOTTOM OF THE PILE.
HATE IS THE FESTERING SORE THAT DESTROYS A SMILE.
WE'LL KILL OURSELVES WORKING FOR MONETARY GAIN.
STRIVING TO DO OUR BEST FOR RELIEF FROM FINANCIAL STRAIN.
SOME WILL NEVER CARE AND OTHERS MAY NEVER UNDERSTAND.
BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW IT'S JUST THE GRACE OF "GOD" THAT TRULY DRIVES A
MAN...
I was awakened slowly by a warm ray of light
Soft yet oh so radiant it pierced my darkest night
Was not the sun nor incandescence cast this piercing glow
Yet each day it shown upon me it seemed that it would grow
So amazed by it's beauty it's soft and gentle hue
Could I have found the elusive treasure sought but found by few
Now I no longer shield my eyes from the glow which love has cast
I gladly let it caress me so and hope that it will last
What could this magic glow be called the one that makes my life serene
This is the question my heart has answered I will call my love Christine
time never slows down
she’s constant like syllables
she keeps a schedule
tick tick tick tick
precise and clean
steady and predictable
time never speeds up
driving at a steady pace
both hands ready