Best Gas Pedal Poems

The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.

I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face,
Work must be done and I must prepare for my daily race.

Brushing my teeth and...

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"Baby, this view is fantastic, 
Who knew what you could buy with plastic! 
With these credit cards, unlimited funds, 
Any regrets, heck no, baby I got none. 
Riding on an interest rate of twenty percent, 
Who cares, this is money well spent!" 
Says the thief...

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I don't know any happy
super rich people -- a
friend of wealth once 
told me: "See all this,
a huge property and
home, dripping gold
gilt, "I have nothing...."

I thought, myself spared
leaving, as I gave my vehicle
the usual primer finessing of
the gas pedal, before it would
prayerfully start -- 

Of...

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I had just left the Fairgrounds Race Track with my dad,  where I won $13.00 on a nag whose name I forget and Dad won nothing, which mattered not since his goal was to 'celebrate' the night with his Candy Apple Red....newly bored out...

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I turned the key,
pressed the gas pedal.
The motor belched
the starter grated.

“No. Not today!
I can’t be late.
I’m teaching the class.
I have to be there!”

Our three-year-old
piped up from the back seat,

“Try it again, Mom.”

The motor coughed, caught,
settled to a steady purr.
My little two-cylinder Fiat,
slow, but steady as...

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It was a hot summer day.  Harry had stopped by Grandma's house and offered to take the two little girls down to the store and treat them to an ice-cream cone.  Grandma, thinking this was his way of making amends for the last...

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Coming
Glass and metal spread across the freeway.
Something like a melon, open, and dragged,
seeds and flesh intermixed on the freeway.
A families dreams, destroyed, on hold, shredded
and ended. What of the slow procession,
passerbys, looky-looks, rubber neckers,
just for a moment does their discussion 
cease, their hearts sink at...

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Somewhere deep into the night, a unicorn decided she wanted to give up her wings. Her family was so distraught and they begged her nicely, “Oh Rainy don’t give up your wings. They are too special, and you know that.” See,...

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On this journey we call life; there will be bumps in the road.
Throughout this journey, doctors preach get tested.
Your birthday is coming up, congrats on turning 40 years old,
Everything in your life you have bested.
“Hello doc, nice to see you again, how is it going?”
“Hey...

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Lying in an ocean of her own blood 
drowning in her own blood.  Her lungs 
burning from the bullet wounds she 
never thought this is how her life would 
end.
Her tears start to flow as she thought of 
the years she spent slithering with...

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Gus whose real name ain’t Gus
gets in and creaks the door shut.
Ripped vinyl, jabbing metal
cups considerable weight.

Gus whose real name ain’t Gus
slides the key into the ignition slit
on the dashboard not the column
of this galaxy five hundred.

Gus turns the key clockwise
the starter makes a hearty...

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The highway of life is full of speed bumps and unseen peril
Heed the rules of the road; ease off the gas pedal when traveling
On a serpentine route, or risk careening off a high cliff



Date written and posted: 11/25/2018...

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Stopped for a rest on my drive back home
Got out to stretch my legs
When I got back in I noticed a change
It surprised this hard boiled egg

The gas pedal was closer than it was before
A fact it made me holler
“What's going on? I'm really quite...

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As I sit here and think about it

so many scarred memories, crashing
waves are thoughts of fate
that have been scorched with denial

blinded by a pit of despair, lonlier everyday
hiding within myself, hard to face the truth
the wheels screech down the road,

a narrow path driving insanity circles
as...

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Often meandering,
    With forks full of potholes; 
          The highway of life.
  It's not the yellow brick road...

             With Dorothy...

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