Best Mcqueen Poems
christmas comes but once a year
and thats too much for me
ive never been a fan of sitting round a dead pine tree
my favourite sweets are humbugs
turkeys for the yanks
and as for christmas crackers
would i pull yours
no thanks
bing crosbys on the radio
dreaming bout the snow
and fat men in red suits and beards
are everywhere i go
the queen comes on the tv
saying how shes had it rough
then steve mcqueen escapes again
and now ive had enough
ill get my coat and take a walk
the pubs just down the road
but that is closed for christmas day
so back to my abode
an early night sounds good to me
ill curl up with a book
forget about this christmas thing
its over now
thank god
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haF-zvfG39Q
Dedicated to Lightning McQueen
Lightning McQueen is just like a star
Who likes going fast and goes very far.
Look at his shining and red colored skin
I know all the races he’s sure to win .
Who
Ever
knew,
according
to Wikipedia’s,
chronological list
of inauguration portraits,
that Richard Milhous Nixon
was the last U. S. president not to
show his teeth. He could have
been a television crime scene detective,
anchorman, or even the famous Cyrano de
Bergerac before Steve Martin in Roxanne. And
think about the high-double-hand-double-V-
salute! President Dwight David
“Ike” Eisenhower may have once offered the
salute. Similarly, half-Vulcan and half-human,
Mr. Spock made a single-hand-double-V-salute,
and Winston Churchill made the single-hand-
single-V-salute. As well as Steve McQueen, a
few protesters and several rock stars. Even
before that, a low relief, discovered by
archeologists in Magnesia ad Meandrum,
Greece dating back almost three-thousand years,
displays a person offering
a single-hand
-single-V-salute.
But never in history has
anyone been more
recorded offering
a high-double-hand-
double-V-salute.
If President Barack
Hussein Obama
gave a high-double
-hand- double-V-salute, we
would call him a dictator. And although Mr.
Obama was the first president to offer a single-
hand-salute with a cup of coffee, all the firsts
and first lasts, lead me to believe that an
extraordinary man became the thirty-seventh
President of the United States of America.
But there’s still something else
about Richard Nixon.
Maybe he just looks too happy.
Slow motion memories.
Street lit like a movie set,
outside the dance hall.
Muffler-less cars,
full throttle, then eerily quiet.
Self willed machines idling along the street,
flooding the night; flashing eyeballs,
headlining teenage girls.
A sashaying crush; glancing, giggling,
disdainful in stinging beehives,
plastic jackets, high gloss paint and oily pants.
Cruising crass flash
false virility in high gloss paint.
James Dean on Sunset Strip.
Hands on the stick shift; giving themselves the gears.
skinny boys glancing in the mirror, where dice and kewpie dolls hang,
squinting at astigmatisms of Steve McQueen on hunk steroids.
Nervous to fingered combs slink through their hair,
checking out the rear end drive,
outside the dance hall on a Friday night.
A curly haired boy,
red faced brother of my best friend, never owned a car,
pushes forward in the street,
to talk with sister and friends.
Asked a girl for a kiss.
Too easily dismissed.
In the science lab; class dismissed.
Counters gleam grade A sterility.
Chemicals stare coldly from spotless beakers.
Put his mouth over the gas jet.
A curly haired boy,
going nowhere on a Friday afternoon.
Good morning Mommy and Dad
Today I will try not to be bad
I don't know what I want to eat
No! Not that cereal. It's not sweet
Mommy, I don't wanna sit on the baby pot
How come you don't have what Dad I and got
I need a lot more track to play with my train
Mommy, why can't I go out and play in the rain
Why does the cat always run away from me
I didn't mean to pull out her hair, not really.
I need to fix my bike with Daddy's tool
Addy is my favorite girlfriend at school
I don't know why I got into trouble
I just poured out my bottle of bubbles
I'm NOT a baby. I'm big 'cause I'm three
I gotta go to the potty and make pee pee
No. It's not my bath time yet.
I don't know when it is. I forget
But Daddy, I don't want to go to sleep
I can only count as high as ten sheep
I want the pajamas with Lightning McQueen
He's the fastest race car I ever seen
Daddy, read me a story then leave on the light
I love you, Mommy and Daddy. Good night
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June 24th, 2017
Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
By: Brenda Chiri
3-3-5-7-7-1
Christmas shop..Till you drop..
Every which way but loose..
For some rawhide, Wishbone fried..
Gil Favor big on flavor..
Some!
Jo se Wells…Eastwood Tales..
As I knew he would..
Clint Eastwood, did very good..
Being so well on his…way..
Act!
Cattle drive…Eastwood drove..
From Rawhide he came..
Droving them doggies rolling..
Improving his western…game..
Bang!
Lee Van Cleef…Just beneath..
The Clint Eastwood leaf..
Did some neat trick in Clint’s flicks..
For just a few dollars…more..
Sing!
Spaghetti…Confetti..
Italian a..
A very long shot movies we got..
Producers had little hope..
Yang!
But did soap…they did rope..
Block busted some dopes..
Mean machine like Steve McQueen..
One Eastwood movie with Sheen..
Yen!
One big star…Clint you're made..
Riding in your cade..
Now it is you who controls..
Fans seek your movies in…rows..
End!
11-3 09 johnmosesfreeman
Inside my nose lies my kind of treasure
Each dig brings no gold, but a lot of pleasure
Most times it's the right nostril that's clogged
With the left side, when I blow out, I can whistle for the dog
My girl and I used to be very close
Until she caught me picking my nose with a pair of her panty hose
When I pull out chunks of green and a lot of slime
I feel like I committed the perfect crime
Everyone is cautious with the ice, I grab it with my bare hands
They all gag, not one of them undersatnds
It's compulsion, something I have to do
So don't get grossed out when I do it in front of you
There are time at home that I use a vaccuum cleaner hose
No matter where I am, private or public I still pick my nose
On Thursday, we are having a pot luck
I shall fry my own chicken, a family recipe I call Southern Cluck
I feel so priveledged, one bag of ice saved just for me
I am astounded, at the pot luck, no one tries my family recipe
I am a very sanitary person with a very noticeable habit
Maybe next time I will bring marinated Rabbit
I just wanna know why you find what I do so gross
I can mix a drink for you while you explain and all the while be picking my nose
Either way you look at it, of my nose, I am still in charge
I wonder often if someone has fingers that are too large
For them I feel bad they can't clear their airway
I clear it probably six or seven times a day
If I can't flick it, I wipe it on my clothes
Watch for sharp, dry objects left behind,this is one of the hazards when you pick your nose
This is dedicated to all of you nose pickers out there
Men will sometimes pull out nostril hairs
Women normally pull clean
Unless your name is Butchy McQueen
It is stuffed so you blow and blow
A finger irrigation can bring it under control
Don't dig so hard that you cause a nose bleed
No matter how often you harvest the field, the nose plants new seeds
I myself, never use self control
Even at lunch, when everyone is featstin' I still pick my nose
Resting there, beneath the sod,
Lie two young, bosom friends.
They shared the joys and toils of life,
From childhood, down in Texas,
To this grassy knoll where their story ends.
Now, the mysteries of life and youth
Are hard to understand.
Especially in times like these,
When winds of restlessness and change
Are blowing wild across the land.
Both, Tom McQueen and Billy Barnes
Were fine, but reckless boys.
Bill had a fiery temper,
While Tom just lived for teasing--
Jests and jokes were his favorite toys.
Though friends, they often mixed it up,
In their rough and tumble way.
Billy's boiling point was low,
And Tom, who only spoke in fun,
Always knew which words to say.
Their tussles never lasted long,
Though sometimes they were rough.
They thrived on scrapes and bruises,
But no grudge could come between them;
They were made of tough, forgiving stuff.
They joined us on the cattle drive
When both were seventeen.
They pulled their weight from dawn to dark,
And I never heard them once complain.
No braver lads I've ever seen.
--continued...
The drovers' hearts were beating fast
When our grueling drive was done.
They'd had their fill of dust and beans,
And the only thing they wanted now,
Was a long, hot bath, and some cow town fun.
They loaded up the holding pens
With bawling, longhorn beef,
Then spurred their horses into town,
To seek out recreation--
And give their lonely hearts relief.
Dark moods and headaches followed
A long and lusty night.
The cattle town was lifeless--
Billy Barnes was taut and mean,
And the Kansas sun was blazing bright.
The boys ducked into the general store
Out of the noon-day sun.
There, Billy saw his heart's desire--
Beneath the glass of the counter,
Lay a blued steel, Colt, handgun.
Against young Tom's wise counsel,
Billy laid his money down.
With the heavy Colt tucked beneath his belt,
And feeling nearly ten feet tall,
He stepped out on the streets of town.
That evening found the bosom friends
In a dimly lit saloon,
Where the cost of rot-gut whisky,
And painted good-time gals
Left them busted much too soon.
Out in the steaming, summer night,
On the cattle town's boardwalk,
Billy's mood was dark and somber--
While Tom McQueen, as usual,
Was full of fun and nonsense talk.
--continued...
If we could pick a cartoon character
To represent the kind of people we are
I think I'd be lightning Mcqueen
because he's my kind of car.
Powerful and very fast
A paint job of gleaming red
Kind of says I'd be dangerous
and steaming hot in bed .
lol
I know my girlfriend would be a lawyer
and to some that might seem strange
but when Sally and I retired each night
A lawyer would be getting shafted for a change.
Mater would be my perfect friend
Loyal and reliable as good friends ought to be
I would always be there for him
and I know he'd be there for me.
I would listen to Doc Hudson
and the sheriff would get no trouble from me
But if you had to pick a cartoon character
What character would you be?
Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean Irene Josephine and Pauline
Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween
Living it up Eugene drove their limousine
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen
And there He was larger than life The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean
Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine
Hearts pitter patter larger than life The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine
There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline
Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine
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She bade farewell to Prada and Gucci shoes, and said hello to Pucci, and Jimmy Choo.
A love affair that didn’t last, finished by lunch, it was over that fast.
Next was tea at three fifteen, with Mr. Alexander, last name, McQueen.
Soon, he too was ancient history, since she, moved on to Fendi and Givenchy.
What next? I promised not to tell, but I think it’s Canali, Chloe, and Chanel.
The moral of this story? Shop fast, shop hard, and use daddy’s credit card.
Valentino , Errol Flynn such stars of the silver screen
Garbo , Bacall and Davis movie stars that all have been
Grace Kelly had such beauty Audrey Hepburn was the Queen
Bogart ,Fonda and and Brando got hearts racing in every scene
Pacino , Redford and Poitier ,James Stewart and Steve McQueen
Elizabeth Taylor ,Sophia Loren ,original divas unforeseen
Generations passed and so do they ,no longer to make me dream
But the stars that gave us so much grace will always be on my screen
Five o clock friday a hot afternoon
Daddy will be home from work real soon
Here he comes pulling into the driveway
58 Chevy pickup ill drive that truck someday
Into the house he went he had a hard day
Brother and i following behind him daddy daddy daddy
Momma cooking spaghetti aroma filled the house
Momma said wash your hands boys dont shout
After dinner daddy said lets go to the drive in
I jumped up and down momma said whats playin
Goldfinger Steveve McQueen The Great Escape
Wow i thought in my mind i cant wait
Out of the house we all left
Into the car we all piled in 56 Olds Rocket 88
At the drive in were pullin in
Daddy paid 50 cents each kids under 12 free were in
Almost dark now movie about to start
A big cockaroach ran across the cars dash momma jumped out of the car
Those were fun times a kid growing up
Memories of the drive in daddy made it happen just for us
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.