Best Fender Poems
Mission of the Yellow Songbird
A long highway road stretched its legs before me,
In a place where tumble weeds were conceived,
December evening chasing daylight back to morning
Dusk robed in faded colors starving out the sunshine
Miles put themselves between me and home
With thickets of brier brambles cradled between north and south
Alive with vesper choruses of tiny songbirds.
A gentle tap on my front fender
Roused me from hypnotic highway stupor like popping thunder
I shuddered deeply as possibilities shook my soul;
Maybe one of those gigantic bugs – maybe? Maybe?
But when I stopped my heart seized to solve the mystery
A tiny yellow songbird plastered to my grill wings still open to flight.
Gentle spirit of eternal compassion touched, caressed, my wailing sorrow
Then guided me to a desert tree with perfect boughs,
That welcomed songs of matin mornings from a tiny bird,
To lay to rest God's tiny messenger beneath his favorite tree
Songbird with perfect pitch would no longer sing praise into Heaven's face.
Called to the road again, tears raced down my cheeks
As numb miles raced by with a litany of why in each drop
Time came to take a mountain road from fertile valley to foggy ocean crest -
Screaming round a sharp curve to a screeching stop
Accident, I thought, of two cars only six cars ahead of me –
No ordinary scene -two burned out fiery shells one atop the other!
Realization, like a candle in the darkness, sent out sharp beams
I would have been in that accident had not a precious songbird
Given me a second chance to sing in ministry and embrace this grief;
In the deepest part of my grieving heart, I know our precious God
Gathered to his heart the mission of this tiniest crushed warrior
Who now sings beneath God’s window in the eternal day.
5-17-22
Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantal Anne Cooke
12/14/22
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 23
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines of a 30 Line Limit
Categories:
fender, bird, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Winter descended upon the prairie plain
Pelting the ground with freezing rain
Nipping, biting this cold morning air
Thin layers of ice coated everywhere
You get out on the road but don't step on the brake
That would be your biggest mistake
For it would make you slide and spin
This would start your heart pump'in within
The accidents, fender benders take there toll
Some cars or even semi's can roll
The roads become a treacherous place
You crawl like a turtle at a snails pace
You dread having to go out that day
Driving is dangerous they say
you get behind the wheel and pray
No one will back end you along the way
Categories:
fender, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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Categories:
fender, friendship, crazy, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy
I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.
In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.
Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get
but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see
we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.
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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
Categories:
fender, love, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.
I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl full of jello, nicely restrained.
Proboscis happily ever after,
Would not appear that it's been candy caned.
Hire a team of rhinoplasty surgeons.
I create damaging winds with this thing.
Like the limb of an oak tree it burgeons.
Just yesterday a blue jay perched to sing.
Hurry, Dear Santa, its growth won't abate.
Go talk to Rudolph, as he can relate.
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There may be some problems I must address.
Lies emitted from hole under my snout.
Pains me Santa, I readily confess.
Please be patient as I utter these out.
I lied to Sonya about her red dress.
Made her butt dwarf a Volkswagen fender.
I lied to the postman, my home address.
Marked the water bill "Return To Sender".
I fibbed a little to co-worker, Sue.
Her peanut butter cookies smelled like feet.
But tell me, what the heck was I to do?
I wrapped and hid it in a slice of meat.
Santa, I am a serial liar.
Instead of my pants, set my nose on fire.
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I'll do better if button nose gifted.
I promise to be more a straight shooter.
A smaller nose, my spirits be lifted.
Seriously, would you want this hooter?
The fibs I told did no permanent harm,
But if you would like I can change all that.
Who "nose"? I may lose my personal charm.
If I tell my friend Sonya she is fat.
If you leave money in an envelope,
I'll pay the water bill before it's due.
I can rub Sue's cookies with fragrant soap.
For a nose job, I will eat one or two.
Santa, I know you smell something is rot.
But I am here to assure you, it's snot.
Written 12/12/2017
"From My Lips to Santa's Ears"
Contest
Hosted by Phillip Garcia
Categories:
fender, christmas, holiday, humor, humorous,
Form:
Sonnet
My precious, darling Nissan boy,
one day I knew you wouldn’t last.
Although I thought it just a ploy,
a swindle planned to take my cash.
Barely you made it down the street,
my precious, darling Nissan boy.
The tire met fender to a beat,
marking the end of days of joy.
Someone abused you like a toy,
someone I trusted with your life.
My precious, darling Nissan boy,
why did I let you know such strife?
I bid farewell. You can’t be fixed.
Your wholeness they want to destroy.
It's true you are 2006,
my precious, darling Nissan boy.
6/30/17
Categories:
fender, car, goodbye, loss,
Form:
Quatern
Oh noble cone, knight fluorescent.
Rooted, proud and irridescent
Soldier, friend, stalwart defender,
Stood firm betwixt chaos and fender.
Your pedestal, foursquare foundation. Beacon bold stood at your station.
The wizard's hat sent to protect. Calm, aloof and circumspect.
A cone, a clone, in columns prudent. The holy grail of drunken student.
So we salute you pointy friend, our angel to the journey's end.
Magnificent, little band of brothers. No thought for self, only others.
So much more than shimmering plastic, you are the one true light fantastic.
Categories:
fender, fun, giggle, humorous, life,
Form:
Light Verse
"A Vision of Existence - Baby Style"
my eyes blink within a cushioned comfort zone
fingers and toes cling to tender warm insides
I tend to dream of bicycles when I birth flesh and bone
or a pink doll house where a loving family abides.
my swimming skills are limited as I lay in Mommy's womb
one day I'll jump the high dive at the beach
in a few months I'll push my way out of this vacuumed tomb
to taste sweet fruits; my favorite will be peach.
I dream of running round a baseball field on a sunny day
or jumping rope or riding skates with friends
sometimes, I wonder, how Mommy will hold me in her special way
how Daddy will teach me great things where learning never ends.
I know I'll have a nursery room with toys and books and games
in the corner an awesome truck with cool fender
am sure my parents are hard at work browsing baby names
but I will have the last surprise revealing to them, my gender.
*For Unborn Baby Dream by The Scribe
Categories:
fender, life, baby, dream, baby,
Form:
Rhyme
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness:crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
**
This was fun, a collab with the crazy Missy :D!
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
Categories:
fender, friendship, crazy, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
Interconnectedness
Life with all its twisted
Train wrecks
Contorted metal
grappled around
steel, disfigurement.
And at the heart
of it all, I want to crash
with you. Be a witness
to your incriminating truth
Twisted in ways
censorship can't explain
Remove stop signs at intersections
and T Bone with you,
Bleep certain words
as I drive right through
Swerve on curves
Creep through school crossings
and race towards
Photogenic finishes
Connectedness
like snowfall on Georgia freeways
cautiously making incredible
feats of disbelief
writing under the influence
of you, hard to avoid
your touch even following
the six second rule.
I want to rub paint with you
have fender benders
and crash our bodies in ways
our spirits become unrecognizable
as to who belongs to who...
Remember how intersection negotiations
and lane integrity created anxiety
when you first learned to drive?
Collide
Categories:
fender, addiction, anxiety, car, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
My Puppy
Day one:
Haiku: always together // here puppy where are you boy // see her all alone
Always together
What went wrong?
Fighting for the pillow made of a feather
What went wrong?
Cuddled under cold weather
What went wrong?
Biting on one another
You two always belong
Playing with your brother
Barking to any song
Running around your dear mother
She felt something is wrong
Day two:
Haiku: Over his body // sad to see you went away // blood on car fender.
Today I see my pup alone
Where can you be?
I can sadly hear her moan
Where can you be?
Not stepping out of her zone
Where can you be?
Missing you, my puppy began to roam
My pup can finally see
You have left her alone
Letting out a howl, she is calling me
I ran out of my home
To see, my pup cry a tune so sadly
A pair, you left her alone
For her, I feel so badly
Now she has no one to take her bone
A bowl you to always share
A love for each other so rare
Both came with brown coat medium shaggy hair
I never knew a dog can deeply care
Who said life for a dog is fair?
Sad to know my pup knew she lost her pair.
Day three:
Haiku: Digging up a hole // my puppy smelled terrible // rest in peace, dad dig.
((I added a special 3-day haiku when my pup was missing ))
by: P.D.
Categories:
fender, animal, baby, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Fender strung upside down
big hands pressing strings to frets.
Woodstocks’ last scheduled act, Jimi
exercized his “Right to Free Speech.”
The world heard an eclectic electric version
of “Star Spangled Banner.” Those notes still
reverberate “All Along the Watchtower.”
“Hey Joe,” “Are You Experienced?”
“WELL, I AM !”
*To honor Jimi Hendrix in Raul Moreno's contest.
Categories:
fender, dedication, song-lyric
Form:
Narrative
CALLIOPSIS
(For M.M.E)
My calliopsis,
One beatified breath in me
A rolling ray in my race
Tender softness in my embrace
My calliopsis,
Elephantine influence in me
Dissolving magic in my blood
Thou art my victory and my sword
My calliopsis,
The only strength left in me
The Soprano in my song
The magical sweetness in my tongue
My calliopsis,
Skeletal framework in me
Veins running my blood of life
Defender and fender of my strife
My calliopsis,
Aphrodite’s touch in me
Bringer of light to my night
Distinctive clearness in my sight
If only I could live this world
A thousand times
A thousand times
And another thousand times,
Still you will be my calliopsis,
My calico,
My callaloo,
And my calla lily.
Bolaji Ramos
Categories:
fender, beauty, boyfriend, crush, cute
Form:
Ode
A Real Gender Bender
I drove on down to the grocery store
to buy myself some meat
milk and eggs and veggies
And variety of treats
When I pulled into the parking space
She was pulling out
I quickly rolled my window down
and gave a little shout
Well, she may have stopped in time
to save my poor car's fender
But what took place, after that
Was a real Gender Bender
When she got out of her car
I notice she was tall
And nothing about this lady
Would I describe as small
But a sexy hot potato
Blond hair blue eyes an all
Boobs, Butt, a nice tight waste
She could strut it all
With the flutter of her eyes
and a pucker of her lips
she strolled on over to me
hypnotizing, with her hips
As she bent down to my window
Her cleavage made me sigh
I had a feelin', of gettin' "Lucky"
'Till "HE" punched me in the eye
Categories:
fender, car, conflict, confusion, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Need a fender? A replacement hood?
J.D. Body Parts won't do you any good.
See, here you'll find ankles and feet in aisle 3.
Torsos on aisle end-caps, for all to see.
Heads and genitals in the refrigerated section
in the rear. This week we have a special sale
if you need an ear.
Legs in the toy aisle, aisle 6, stacked neatly
next to the Legos and the pick up sticks.
If it's merely a scalp for which you do shop,
you can check out the backroom, where we
there chop. Fingers in the snack aisle, aisle
number five. And they're so fresh, you'd swear
they're still live.
If you need some help to find a part, just ask
the manager, he'll fill your cart.
And you'll find he's quite a charmer.
Our store manager, Jefferey Dahmer!
Categories:
fender, business, funny, history, parody,
Form:
Burlesque