Best High Octane Poems

Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a wavy wheat colored coat always ready to play, go for...

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Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st...

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It felt so good, like we were movie stars 
You were with me, my friends, in my suped-up car

Through the village street at such high-octane speed
Tyres screech, car screams, girls see.

Bump the kerb, skid through the bend
We are men in a car, driving like this...

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When they draped the flag on your coffin mate 
I was dumb, dead with it-
they ought to at least give you one last chance 
to dance the dance of life-

you were the grass growing and the earth 
firm beneath our feet,
you were the cotton on...

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We claim to love
but foolish pride swallows apologies
wrecks reconciliation and forgoes forgiveness
rendering sweetness bitter
it is an emotional hoarder
an insatiable sin
incessantly collecting resentment
commoditizing the priceless
bankrupting unity and burning optimism to ashes
it is an assassin’s bullet shattering the windows to the soul
it is a death kiss
pernicious and...

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If I could just have more time!

There is never enough hours in the day!

Going here and going there.

No time for a breath of fresh air!

If I could reinvent the clock I would do things differently.

I would add an extra hour of time.

I would scramble like...

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It’s a highway nightmare, or it should be,
but no one’s afraid (too much)
and the road just thunders and hummmms
on and on and on and on
under that greedy summer sun.

All of their guns are cocked and loaded
but we’re still wondering:
	Water or bullets?
	Joke or truth?
	Which is which?
I’m...

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Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”...

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Race up and down life's highway
No stopping to pay any toll
Just livin' it up in the fast lane
Spiraling out of control

Don't hit the breaks keep moving
Take it as far as you can go
Might need a boost of high octane
Won't stop 'til your engine is blown

Get...

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You look wrecked, are you feeling OK, 
Was all of that more than you thought?
Was all of that harder than it was meant to be, 
Leaving you all distraught,

Here, sit down, drink this water, 
Let us turn the lights right down low,
And we’ll be quiet...

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There's another virus going around.

Flustered by everything COVID-19;
I am grateful I still have a job,
but grumpy I have to drive there in the rain -
I need to get to the fast lane or I'll be late...

What's this? 
A driver slowing down to let me in...

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I am neither
good nor bad
I flirt with the devil
and dance with angels
high octane is my adrenaline...
labels just don't stick to me.

I am neither
selective nor indiscriminate
I am a willing accomplice
with mischievous imps
and frolic with the likes of cherubim...
play boxes have no boundaries, no sides


I am neither
moderate...

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This is a donation for the wicked to hold up a milestone of the dethroned. The tin soldier has fully appeared with a raw full state that many will never get to relate. This is the geared up treat for his disillusion fate. Hunting for...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes under a blue napkin of sky voices
Lifting tanned bodies aloft...

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Messiah’s portent
His advent, descent, ascent
Returns to cement

Apostates conspire
To douse the prophet's hellfire
But reap God's backfire

Curse your weighted scale
Your oppression leaves a trail
God's scale will prevail

Salvation has highs
Persecutions brutalize
Faith to exercise

Human worth erodes
Divine judgment at crossroads
Man's defense implodes

Too close to the edge
Our foolish pride drives the...

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