Best Lamborghini Poems
April first drives up in a new Lamborghini,
Everyone knows it is one of her foolish tricks
She will be driving a beat-up pickup farm truck
In thirty days, when time comes to start the planting.
April, she flounces between winter and summer,
Calling herself spring but she is, frankly, confused.
By the tenth, she is tossing around snow flurries
She grins crazily; our warm coats are put away.
Next day or so her temperatures are soaring,
The snow has melted, and we are donning our shorts.
What the old folks always call "Blackberry Winter"
Strikes with vengeance, temperatures in the thirties,
April says maybe that heavy sweater will do.
She laughs by tax-filing day with strong gusty wind
Though ornamental trees are beginning to bud,
There's talk of late frost, April does not seem to care.
Another few days, and she lets the top down so
Warm breezes are embracing the faint scent of lime.
When April suggests a warm spring is here to stay
A blast of Arctic air nips buds with frosty dew
In a warm day or two, sure enough, April comes
Driving her pickup truck full of mulch and manure,
April plants the sturdy vegetables like kale.
Despite late frost, the tulips will soon burst open
Gentler rains, and April may settle down for good.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written April 11, 2021
for "April Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
lamborghini, april, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!
Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd!
Here rests our dear Ruby who failed to duck
She was beaned on her noggin by a hockey puck!
Egbert the boxer took a fatal jab to the jaw
He died on the spot for failing to yaw!
Interred below is Purvis rigid and prone
Alas, he choked on a chicken's bone!
How we lament the loss of Naomi our sister
She was whisked up and away by a Kansas twister!
Dudley kept in shape by regularly joggin'
Alas, he tripped and fell crackin' his noggin!
Phineas was laid to rest for his eternal snooze
He died too young because of his fondness for booze!
Wilfried didn't heed the warning regarding the curve
He met his doom in a Lamborghini for failing to swerve!
While breaking a bronc Tex was abruptly unhorsed
Perhaps the task would've gone better outsourced!
Categories:
lamborghini, death, fate, humorous,
Form:
Epitaph
To buy one, you will need a very big money bag.
This thunder wonder has a four hundred grand price tag.
Riding in this thing will give your passenger a thrill.
Under the rear hood, it has a big V-12 power mill.
This Italian road machine packs plenty of power.
In it, you can travel over two hundred miles an hour.
Where around here can you drive at that speed?
Police and speeding tickets are what we don’t need.
Categories:
lamborghini, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
HOT WHEELS!
I went from broke to buying a Lamborghini,
Price tag not so teeny,
Sleek and black, for my Driving Academy,
Or should I buy the red Ferrari,
Command a salesman to 'comprare'?
Wouldn't he be a happy chappy?
But would it make me so happy?
I would be buying loads of stuff,
But when you've old, you've got enough!
To me, consumerism is in vain,
My peaceful simple life in the slow vain.
So, today, I didn't but the Ferrari,
Or indeed, the sleek Lamborghini,
There was no Hot Wheels Driving School,
Consumerism as a manipulative tool.
Categories:
lamborghini, car, school,
Form:
Free verse
SIGNS OF THE TIMES
Wow, this is cool.
Spectacular and groovy
So real to my intellect that I feel that I am a noetic ambiance.
Surreal and extroverted
I am unreserved.
I am spreading my wings to test the world.
See do I really fit in.
If I fail, I will try again.
Wow, what a winner.
Touring the city in my Lamborghini.
Dress as sharp as I cut the corners.
I am prequel to greater excitement.
A cause and effect to another’s desires.
I am ablaze afire.
Avid to paint the city lights,
As I dance in the streets tonight.
Wow, what a knockout.
I stand under the disco ball.
A pleasant surprise and a thrill to all.
Sequential to my last time out.
Ensuing others to come along
On this joyride of freedom.
Never suppress or overpowered
No weapon formed shall prosper.
Wow, what a smash.
I have overcome many obstacles.
Not following any protocol
I am in a rightful mind people.
My workflow is by policy.
I am OSHA and safety.
No guidelines I avoid.
I am the strength of my workforce.
Wow, what a sensation.
I am the image of persuasion.
Under no circumstances do I procrastinate.
The situation is there to investigate.
So I monitor my surroundings
To become wise and intuitive.
Yet, overwhelmed this may become.
That is me of my wisdom.
Wow, another triumph!
Destiny’s miracle.
In a diurnal mood,
To achieve and to attain and
To remain attuned.
Neptune has entered Aquarius.
The birth sigh of Emma Mae Porter-Sexton.
Sirens sing I am here forever and I am a new beginning.
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Penned January 25, 2015!
Categories:
lamborghini, imagery, life, metaphor, psychological,
Form:
Imagism
American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show
Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles
Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles, Captain Kangaroo, Civil Rights Movement
Dionne Warwick, Derek and the Dominoes, Dennis the Menace, and Dodge Dart.
Ed Sullivan’s Amateur Hour, Elvis Presley, the Edsel, and new expressions emerge.
Fiddler on the Roof , Flower Power painted vans, Free love, Fiber optic lights,
Giget, Green Acres, Glen Campbell, Gun Smoke, Go-Go Boots, “Go with the flow!”
Hello Dolly, Have Gun Will Travel,and the Hippie Movement begin...“Hang Ten”
Imperial (the car), I dream of Jeanie, and new phrases “In your face” crop up.
JFK youngest U.S. President, and Jackie Kennedy stylish First Lady,
Kennedy was assassinated and the nation mourned the loss of their young leader.
Lamborghini 350 GT, Lava Lamps, Lady and the Tramp, Lost in Space, Lassie
Mousekateers, mini-skirts, mobiles, macramé plant hangars, Mash, The Monkeys,
Nissan Skyline GT-R, Nash Metropolitan, and Nestles’ Nestle were signs of the times.
Ordinary people seek peace during the years of war and social change of the 60s.
Pillsbury Doughboy, Petticoat Junction,and Peter, Paul, and Mary, placate.
Queen for the Day TV show, bring a fantasy escape during radically changing times.
Rabbit ear antennas for TV shows: Route 66, and Rowan and Martin’s Laugh- In.
Sherri Lewis and Lamb Chop, Shake and Bake, and the sexual revolution start.
Twist to The Four Tops, The Flintstones,The Adam’s Family, The Twilight Zone.
“Up your nose with a rubber hose” and similar expressions are the times’ lingo.
Valley of the Dolls, Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, and Vanilla Fudge, gain popularity.
Wonderful World of Disney, Vietnam War, protests, and “Groovy” words crop up.
Xenoglossia emerges; “Make love, not war,” “Far out,” “Catch you on the flip-side.”
Yonderly Vietnam Veterans return home to social unrest without a hero’s honor.
Zanadu dances around in the minds of the partakers; religion is legal, not marijuana.
Copyright March 7, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Decades
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Categories:
lamborghini, america, angst, fashion, history,
Form:
Abecedarian
Carbonated sizzle STOP
me ....before I start!
I feel the vrrrroom in the room
take me to your carburetor
drop me into first gear
headed... where? .....Homespun
Oil buster
dirt riding
lowwwwly... throttle neck
Chevy Pick me upper
"you moooove me"
but
Ferrari makes me starry
lamborghini makes me weak
I am grinding my gears here
there's quakes in my breaks...
been riding the straight down
to volume-ator creator
breaking up the road
walker
gassing up for the mighty miles
till this life us do part
ways to go
to the finish me line
Categories:
lamborghini, death, life, sexy, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Galactic is our universe
Enhanced by wonder lust
Of stars that want to show their tails
Before they turn to dust.
Much like my sister and her mister
Out to light the town
In their galactic Lamborghini
Loaded all around.
And if they race like stars that hast
To blind with their bright lights
They might end up, a black hole stuck
And that would serve them right.
RETA PRUITT
August 30, 2016
(For contest)
Categories:
lamborghini, funny, humor, space, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Filled plate of grilled tortellini
Killed the great James Gandolfini
This star's carcass heavy
A Ford or a Chevy
Should have been a Lamborghini
Categories:
lamborghini, car, eulogy, humor,
Form:
Limerick
There was a fire truck in my kitchen today! It was about two feet long and had the loudest siren. There were two men driving the truck and my grandson set atop. He was doing all the work as he keep yelling, “VROOOOOM!”
There was a fire truck in my kitchen today! All I could think of was my own son and all the times we played cars and trucks on the same floor. Then I looked up and remembered all the times he stood at the sink and splashed bubbles everywhere! The kitchen is the heart of my home and so I just sat there on the linoleum and reminisced with my coffee in my hand.
There was also a Lamborghini,
a Porsche,
a semi-truck,
and a cement mixer too!
These are the days to remember.
I hope I can relive this moment again next week!
Gwendolen Rix
1-19-15
Categories:
lamborghini, adventure, grandmother, grandson, happiness,
Form:
Prose
So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
Categories:
lamborghini, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
At first there was nothing in the very distant past,
Then bang! There was everything, a universe so vast;
All splendid and magnificent, terrifying and mundane.
But before we knew all this, before we could explain,
About giant, burning, swirling gas balls,
And dark vortexes that swallow worlds,
Before we knew what made the light,
Our ancestors named the stars at night.
Polaris, leiðarstjarna, Sea Star, the Great Northlode,
not 424 or 308, not numbers and codes,
But the tail of a dog, the little bear's story,
The explorer's hopeful guide towards glory.
The heavens were filled with loved ones now gone,
With archers and lions, heroes and swans.
Every star had a story long before we knew
Their weight, their size, their age, their hue.
Without imagination, would the sky draw our gaze?
Would we ever see the Northern lights, its colors all ablaze?
We can feel the ground, we know it's there,
But we have to imagine the sky and the air.
Looking up, we watch the birds in awe,
Their graceful glides and swooping soar.
We are not birds; we know we cannot fly,
But imagination makes us ask "What if we try?"
So Leonardo draws a helicopter from imagination's sight;
The Wright brothers undertake the first plane flight,
Blimps and hot air balloons take to the sky,
and now man experiences how it feels to fly.
Every scientist already knows,
Without imagination no great idea grows.
From that first humble wheel to the latest Lamborghini,
From the first hot meal to the finest shrimp linguini.
From flickering candles to a bright electric light,
From using feathered quills, to keyboards when we write,
From burning wood and coal, to nuclear fission,
From dreaming of the moon to our first manned mission...
Knowledge helps us build a ladder, but can only go so far;
It takes imagination to reach for the stars.
Categories:
lamborghini, adventure, humanity, imagination, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet
My wishes; my wishes!
Oh, what are my wishes?
So many to wish on a star!
Love and peace on this earth.
That no children would starve.
Most obvious these choices are.
But let me be greedy
and tell what I’d wish for
if wishes were granted to me.
I’d wish for a new car -
a beauty and sporty.
A sweet ride like Lamborghini.
I’ll now make this simple.
Why wish for each item
when money can get me most stuff?
I'd wish that no matter
the things that I wanted,
my cash would be always enough!
So that is my big wish.
I guess you might say
be blessed with Bill Gates type of wealth.
But for now in my life
I have only one wish -
completely regaining good health!
Jan. 16, 2020 for the What are Your Wishes Poetry contest
of Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
lamborghini, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m getting older and I’m getting fat,
My memory needs repairing and my bones are stiff
My feet are getting flatter and my bum is sagging down
The lines are becoming groovier and my veins are standing out
So I shall dream of:
Warm bones and perfect health
The colours of the rainbow
And a nice cup of tea –
Or maybe:
A Lamborghini and a pink silk scarf
Oakley shades and big red lips
A dark brown-eyed lover serenading me
Only thing I’d need is some energy
Categories:
lamborghini, visionary
Form:
E Pluribis and Unum Haiku
Pluribus Unum
Did look lost without the E
So what should we do?
Henry Mancini
Drove a long Lamborghini
Both made sweet music.
Did you see docile?
Guy who was an apostle
Sleeping on the job.
Let the bed bugs bite
And will stay up through the night
Trying to get tight.
Oh dear and oh no
Gifts were lost in Atlanta
And found by Santa.
Why all of the gloom
Poetry Soup I presume
Around likes to loom.
I was explicit
When response is illicit
You should never send.
He had history
Of opposing you and me
We started to see.
He had an angle
And him wanted to strangle
And also mangle.
My constitution
Were going against again
So I took a spin.
Make mine Poem of Day
You should read in Runaway
Beach in Oregon.
What is disturbing
Drinking we should be curbing
Do it anyway.
Bright backset driver
Surely will be survivor
Keeping big mouth shut.
A proposition
In poor lighted condition
Sure is hard to see.
Was quite whimsical
When glass was finally full
Did have fighting duel.
He who buys last beer
Should be sure to have much fear
Bringing my wife here.
If it had not been
For likes of those we call Ben
Was Kit a Carson?
No there is one to think about
Paris we have gone
So we may end up plastered
Like we did last year.
In Washington oh no
We watched people who will grow
Tons I told you so.
A haiku have heard
Was like wings of a big bird
Big commotion stirred.
Was a big battle
Loaded a bunch of cattle
Or would skedaddle.
Really was Rogers
Part of band of old cadgers
Named Will who we love
Were going against again
Categories:
lamborghini, humorous,
Form:
Haiku