Best Headlights Poems
HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS
Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight
as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope
that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love
for her
Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date as parents
failed to understand her attraction to him- this soul
connection to his vulnerable rebellion and his love
for her
As house slept she opened French door quietly to see
his tall young body silhouetted silently as full moon
reflected his mischievous smile and tender feelings
for her
That desperately longed for embrace and then
door silently shut quietly with bare feet across
wet grass ran to ‘borrowed’- car a joy ride
for her
They kissed long and deep before he turned the key
and wordlessly he steered with unlawful expertise
as she watched his face in awe of this audacious act
for her
Bright headlights focused on gravel road intense
not a thinking or sensing danger that lay ahead
glanced at her and winked assuring protection
for her
It happened so swiftly at high speed in the glare
a rabbit raced in dazed confusion across sandy
terrain as he swerved trying to avoid a collision
for her
Brakes failed as wheels skidded and surrealism
spoke inevitable collision of metal and ground
as he desperately focused on preventing pain
for her
Consciousness returned with his desperate screams
while he pulled at her door which caved in disarray
panicked she felt warm blood on her face -- his fear
for her
Pulling her out and holding her tight reassuringly
saying everything would be alright while she felt
no pain in her shock secure in his arms and calm
for her
He carried her home to face condemnation and guilt
gazed at damaged face as she smiled through the grief
whispering “Go home!” the truth of this night never to
be revealed- protected by lies -- her eternal love gift
for him
(Non-fiction, auto-biographical experience from my youth)
© Kim van Breda—March 2014
Sadness of my soul
Joy emerges from my heart
My mind uncertain
The deer shake off the headlights
We sat in the car outside the
liquor store peering like deer, our eyes
following Pinky as she went in to
the store for a twelve pack of beer.
Our breathing stops. She's carded. Shucks.
Fake card works. Yes! Pinky time. She
sashays back, with beer and condoms, smiling.
connie pachecho
4/12/17
Note-Kwansaba 7 sentences/lines containing 7 words in each?
Buzz buzz purr purr
You think it’s all for you
Rub my ears and scratch my fur
It’s better than a zoo
You think it’s all for you
When I bring in a mouse
It’s better than a zoo
This living in your house
When I bring in mouse
You made me rip your shirt
I’m living in your house
I really was quite hurt
You made me rip your shirt
When you jumped up to shriek
I really was quite hurt
You sounded like a freak
When you jumped up to shriek
My claws hung in your blouse
You sounded like a freak
But I’m not gonna grouse
My claws hung in your blouse
So now it’s on the floor
But I’m not gonna grouse
‘cause really I’m not sore
So now it’s on the floor
Your breasts they are laid bare
I really am not sore
I find like it here
Your breasts they are laid bare
Rub my ears and scratch my fur
I find like it here
Buzz buzz purr purr
Headlights
I’m heading home now to see my Wife;
I’m gonna kiss her and hold her tight.
Because I think she is so wonderful;
My love I love you.
You are so beautiful.
Driving home on a winters night;
All I’m seeing are those damn headlights.
Those blinding lights, those bright, bright lights;
Those killer lights, have taken my life.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
dusk’s love-locked braces —
dad resounds shooting antler
off bucks to detach
1/13/2021
Senryu - Humorous, Satirical or Dark Poetry
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I went to the Secretary of State's office
to receive my license today.
On the way, I swear
I saw my uncle fresh out of rehab.
I swear
I thought I saw Miguel Pinero's ghost
on the sidewalk
in his classic rags, three-day beard
and fedora ensemble.
My mother and I arrived,
walked in with the right papers.
'I want a burger' is all on my mind
'And maybe a Coke. Yeah, I could really go
for a Coke right now.'
We sat across from an obese black man.
He wore black dress pants, shoes, socks,
black dress, jacket, red dress shirt underneath,
and a large golden cross on a golden chain.
He was talking to a small blonde boy
with eyes like headlights.
The boy with eyes like headlights
chatted nonsensically, almost in half whisper.
The large, religious black man nodded,
gave the occasional glance
into those big, bright eyes,
and let the boy carry on.
"Number 71" was called
from one of the counters.
"Well, that's me. Take care o' you ‘self"
said the good black man to the boy.
And those eyes,
like two moons with deep, blue pools
in centered craters,
gathered a look
of sudden, traumatic loss.
He did not cry.
He simply turned away
and went to sit next to his mother.
I watched this as I sat there;
and I judged terrible judgments
unto everyone there
except the black man and the boy;
and I questioned as to what drugs
the workers there are prescribed.
"Number 73"
Finally, our number.
The woman at our counter was a find looking one;
small, perky breasts
tried to break free
from that tight, tight grey sweater.
She was a tan brunette with
swampy brown eyes, slightly glazed over,
probably from the medication
that I was still trying to determine.
I started to fantasize
of taking her home with m
when I noticed
the woman working at the next counter
was snaggle toothed.
Some part of me wished
like it were Christmas Eve
that she had called our number instead.
For those who do not know,
Miguel Pinero
is twice the poet
of any man alive today.
Let's dance in the moonlight
Your eyes shine bright like starlight
Hopefully, you'll stay by my side for a little while
You're like a diamond in the cave in sexy style
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Streetlights
They shine bright
Like starlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Like moonlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Give us some of our last chances
To impress you with our delightful dances
In a trillion trances...
In a trillion prances...
Dancing in circles forever it seems
One day, we will have perfect dreams
Dreams that will come true all the way
So we can dance and sing the night away
Merry voices sing aloud
In the happy-go-lucky crowd
Let me enchant you with our prances
And impress you greatly with our dances
Enhance us with several crazy cirumstances
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Streetlights
They shine bright
Like starlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Like moonlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Let's watch time fly with wings so bright
Your ears will hear sounds from afar tonight
Maybe someday, you'll take your leave in peace abundantly
You're like a dandelion in the precious prairie, my fairly lovely fairy
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Streetlights
They shine bright
Like starlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Like moonlight...
Ooh...ooh...
Headlights
They sparkle bright
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
In the dead of night...
Oh! Oh!
Let's see the future unwind right now
Your sweet spirit soars serenely and takes its final bow
Remember to forgive the mistakes and misgivings of the past
MIsfortune and mayhem will be gone...YAS! At last
Headlights...
They glimmer anew
Out of the blue...
Ah! Ah!
Out of the blue...
Hmmm...oooooh...
Sometimes we stare
Into the eyes
Of oncoming cars
Merely for the thrill of it,
To pretend as they do in stories
That the good hero darts away
Just in time,
While the evil villain is crushed
Beneath the vehicle, blood on his lips.
We wait
Until the last possible moment
Pulling back
To understand
Which role we play.
You heard me complain about this and that
Today I glorify in being at the Food Chain's top
Neither sacred bulls, cows, or holy hen are safe
From my predation; they are prey, my target
Until one summer, brother Mosquito terrorized me
Maybe it is Sister Mosquite? Female mosquitos bite -
Not the males, who may not need my blood for larvae
Finally falling asleep, then zweee-zweee in power and might
I swat this way and that, they just bide their time
As I settle back, they go for my ears: ZWee-Zweee
LORD, why am I a victim, In my sleep, beside!
I get up, turn on the light, they are out of sight
But no, at the back of my head, the cowards!
The mosquito rarely comes face-to-face
After my nocturnal research notes, this is fact:
Mosquito will come at you belly level, not high
After reluctant research of this sort and dubious expertise
I invested in an insecticide. Yes, now Zwee-Zweeing
Will be followed by a blast into the past, me dancing
Into the wee hours. One down. Other nights: 5 and counting
You may have found some love, you may have found some peace?
Do you remember when that didn't matter?
Do you remember what you did to me?
You may find joy and happiness in your baby daughters beautiful blue eyes?
Do you remember the speed and broken bones?
Do you recall your words of lies?
You may have forgiven yourself for breaking so many lives?
Do you even remember killing me, so drunk behind headlights?
Do you remember my face, my dead body,
or did the drink just numb your mind?
Red
My face burnt under that stare
Shame
How could she possibly guess?
No one else
No one else would ever guess
No one else could ever tell me what not to do
No one could ever affect me like that
Burning
I have sunshine always at my back
It blurs my form and no one can see the truth
But her eyes are shaded
The glaring, staring light holds no sway for her
I can’t hide in the sun anymore
I’ve tried moonlight
When she’s not around
Lunar, no one sees me
The joke is silent
Quiet jester, silent clown
I am changing like the sky
I hid in the sun clouds and air
The moon reveals me in gently cruel light
She is insatiable
She demands a proper answer
Asks to see, asks to know
“Why?”
Over and over again it’s “Why? Where? How?”
I don’t have an answer
I’m caught in the headlights
Once again, in class, unprepared
Interrogation
That’s what it is, by all rights
Can I stop?
Can she stop me with just a word?
Is there a point?
I had questions of my own,
But then even she never remembers that
I could always ask before,
There was always a maybe before
What can I say now?
I can’t even move the words through my throat
I could always ask her
But I always question everything
I question her questions to me
To live non-affirming
to live not at all
To hide in the shadows
and creep down the hall
To live uncommitted
new doubts to contend
All time intermittent
repressed till the end
To live without friendship
alone on the rock
A wandering echo
reflections that mock
To live undecided
with doubt your best friend
a future derided
—the present pretend
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
Too far from the mojo
—too close to the fire
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)