Best Indy Poems

It is the winter of 1980.
I’m twenty-eight years young, 
Driving a red Mustang with glass T-tops,
Feeling all of my awesome sassiness, from toe
To Afro, when...

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Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss...

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When I need an uplift for my weary soul and to clear my muddled mind.
I slowly cruise along a country road to see what treasures...

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GRAN’S LAST MESSAGE

Seems smelly old Gran wrote a note before she died the second time, it was found on her when the army picked up...

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Many are the boyhood fantasies gazing into a cozy winter's blaze,
Or watching vagabond clouds scudding on lazy summer days,
Or in deep reverie with glazed eyes...

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THIS CHEVY CAMARO, IS MORE THAN A DREAM. 
IT'S AMERICA'S FAVORITE MUSCLE MACHINE. 

IT'S NOT FOR THOSE FAINT OF HART. 
IT'S CREATED FOR THOSE WHO...

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Windy today so hold on to your hair.
Easter is on it's way with snow in the air.
Air filled with pollen so hide for a few...

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Oft' I've traveled on interstate highways to reach my final destination,
With white knuckles grasping the steering wheel in great trepidation!
I whiz along at seventy-five and...

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The arrival of spring is a double delight,
Both a welcome revival and winter's good night.
It's a frigid departure, emotional lift,
And a planet refurbished, and God-given...

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For some reason
I really like to drive,
and ever since I was sixteen,
when I get behind the wheel
feel free and alive...
Only once had an accident
when I...

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The Musician


I need a singer, to sing me a song;
Anytime of the day, I will need her love.
I need her beauty, to shine as she...

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Windy days,
Even with a nighttime haze.
All want to sleep,
The cows and the sheep.
Hear the pounding snow,
Eerily outside it will blow.
Rain now has covered a lonely...

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By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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I. O. Way     found     O, Hi! O 
  
      R. Ken...

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naaaaa, couldn’t be global warming

as state after state begins to boil &
the people of this country begin to sweat,
swelter & roast
under these oppressive heat waves,...

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