Best Front End Poems

Inching, inching, slowly inching;
Inchworm loopingly inching along.
Measuring, measuring, carefully measuring;
Careful to measure no measurement wrong.
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Beige sport's car with fifty-nine thousand miles.
Rag top (original color - brown).
Engine still runs great, but frame might
need some work. Body ok.
Awesome wheels and front end.
Fuel efficient too.
Vintage model-
A must-see!
(Not for
sale.)...

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She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a tricked out pinball table. She reminds me of...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the...

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It might take a more comprehensive review
to explain why I thought it would make sense
to read
The Dialectical Behavior Therapy Skills Workbook for Anger:
Using DBT Mindfulness
and Emotion Regulation Skills to Manage Anger
(Chapman and Gratz)
AND
Evolutionary Enlightenment:
A New Path to Spiritual Awakening
(A. Cohen)
at the same time,
in dialogue with...

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She arrived from the big city
wearing a red ten-gallon hat,
and a denim stone-washed outfit
which topped off her shiny new 
cowboy boots that were designed
by Tucson Sue.

This dude ranch cowgirl had a secret,
she never rode a horse in her life,
she knew it was time to learn...

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Funny talk... "diddly squat"
Means basically nothing to me!
Where do these words come from?
Do they grow these things on trees?

What a joke... "a pig in a poke"
Fooled unsuspecting buyers!
Instead of a piggy inside the bag
Twas a kitty cat for the fryer!

But of course... "hay's for horses"
Here's...

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It was a dark, snowy night,
My blurry eyesight,

I'm just trying to get from point a to B
But I can barely see,

I can hardly walk, talk, stand,
My slurred speech,

I know I shouldn't be driving,
But nothing will happen to me...

Until all of a sudden my car swerves,
It...

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He saw a hazy little light
A dream or a reality in sight?
Little light at the tunnel’s end 
Stay or move on? … 

A solitary trip set up a story
The late-night trail lay empty
Little light at the tunnel’s end
Stay or move on? ... 

In the silence,...

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My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot
My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot
Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders
My fuel intake is kind of rough, sometimes it coughs and sputters
My lights are...

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Just having fun with words and free poetry - kind of like a free verse front/end acrostic-

W inds howling through prairie grasses	Warning
 I mpending snowfalls and hail will be	 Icing
 N ightly with cold gripping hands,  	 Nipping
 T reetops, stripping them and 		...

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Don’t involve me in your suicide!
Did you see me coming,
On that lonely alpine bend?

Nowhere to turn,
Cliff wall to the right,
River to the left.

I hit the brakes,
But you kept coming.
Just stay in your lane!

The A.M. shift would miss me this morning.
Instead, they would pry me from...

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Pothole on highway
Knocked my front end out of line
Should the city pay?

© Sam, 4/14/08
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From the cedar closet she reached
for a bundle. Holding her breath,
she pushed her head through, pulling down to her torso.
Scattering moths as she walked through the hallway
Breathing only on the front end of her stride....

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In recent daydreams, I bemused
trekking the wild African plain -
herds of hippoes and elephants
petrifying prey with their might.
Envisioning the behemoth 
I recall a story about
behemoth’s strong powerful tail. 

So my reverie is confused.
An elephant’s tail I see as
a bottle brush, skinny, floppy.
I had heard, read,...

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