Best Minivan Poems
Beautiful woman by my side
Soul and body coincide
I love you way too much sometimes
Or perhaps it's not enough
Back when you were my blushing bride
We both were sorely terrified
The kids, the house and minivan
The years flew by in a flash
Then came the day when you walked out
For another your love poured out
Shelter elsewhere you would seek
In the arms of a younger man
I rise up early in my bed
Music playing in my head
What was the tune you used to sing?
So sweetly to my ears
"I would never love another
'Cuz you're the Dad and I'm the Mother"
But your heart was turned astray
By the face of a younger man
The College Caravan
Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw.
Morning’s excitement, today’s foreseen guest, found her passkey
so early, she displaced the alarm clock, announcing her presence.
On the verge of adventure, our cramped van vacates the driveway,
eager to meet the other jammed vehicles joining our journey.
Sporadic chatter splinters moments of spurned monotony,
spanning the miles amassing in our rearview mirror until …
A hatchback hauling a heavy load leads our line exiting for the rest
stop, where the parking lot hosts vehicle after vehicle stuffed with
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chests of plastic drawers …
Our re-entry acceleration runs smoothly, courtesy of a
clamshell-covered car graciously slowing to permit our advance.
From sedans to SUV’s, the right lane is flush with fenders and
families, forming a cohesive chain whose links approach “The Exit”
signaling for the deceleration lane. The college caravan, flowing
onto the exit ramp and through the green light, turns and winds
along Main Street. As the minivans, hatchbacks, clamshell-covered
cars, and SUV’s pour onto college campus USA, they’re carrying
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, chests of plastic drawers,
and, of course, the proud, nervous parents …
escorting the Freshman Class of 2018!
E. V. Wyler
Sometimes I feel like a dirty old man
All I can think of is cuties when I scan
But I'm innocent by heck
Natural as breathing I suspect
Turning my crank and exposing my minivan
© Jack Ellison 2015
Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth
A passion to hold all that's seen, since his moment of birth
Is innate desire or thoughts, meant for direction not for girth
I find it ironic when man is compared to fish seen in a tank
To show greed's value, it's the larger fish that have the swank
Where man sees their struggle, in the fight for food and life
He fails to see expectation, the hope of surviving all the strife
Hope for a world at peace, not planning for war to unfold
Our future worth can't be seen in a tank, for it is uncontrolled
The expectancy in living, isn't calculated in the coins of man
You find it, seeing the children playing, riding in your minivan
Expectations may change, in your life's journey, here on earth
lost at times within depression, as sad feelings seek to unearth
Is an expectation of this verse to change minds or to convert
I only task all readers to think, expand this thought and reassert
Conversations, will help all reason, with trauma that's found in life
Giving men hope and an expectation, to survive this world of strife
In middle school, I've never intended to be interested in anyone
the girls had claws the size of a minivan
it could extend to a couple feet to hundreds of feet in seconds.
The claws had a mind of it's own, they would grapple me
to drain my body or to rip me into shreds.
Blood would be everywhere, my screams would be internal
while the girl with the claws wouldn't even notice.
I never wanted this, neither did the girl, I got used to it after a while.
A First Date
They met at church and chatted for a while,
and the next day, he told her on the phone,
"I'd like to take you out to lunch in style
at that quaint restaurant that's so well-known."
Her first date since her darling hubby passed,
she almost told him no; but happily,
she said she'd be delighted. Then he asked
if she could meet him, and she did agree.
She showed up timely, with her minivan,
then waited at the table for an hour.
He went and waited too...a let-down man.
No show...he knew this first date had gone sour.
'Well-known and quaint'...the same place not for each!
Hearts eager...but their lunch date...out of reach!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A First Date
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 02/14/2018
Theme: A first date and the most awkward time had...
not funny then, but so amusing!
To the owner of the minivan conveniently blocking my exit:
May the sweat of a thousand footballers invade your nostril
May the sound of a truck hooter invade your thoughts so shrill
May you freely step into the dung of hundred elephants
May your journey be accompanied by a thousand chants
May your daybreak end in a two kilometer traffic standstill
May your thoughtlessness be repaid in proper and full
May your windscreen need cleaning at every stop
May a red paintbucket on your bald head drop
May you be mooned by a tribe of impis
May a hundred roosters awaken you tomorrow
May your every step result in a wish
A wish that you never blocked my exit!
Sometimes I feel like a dirty old man
All I can think of is cuties when I scan
But I'm innocent by heck
Natural as breathing I suspect
Turning my crank and exposing my minivan
upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow, green
disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow
why at seven a.m.
now stopped two cars back waiting for green
a woman in a minivan ahead primps methodically
striving in effect to give herself a perm.
the man beside is engrossed in the news
early edition of today’s tabloid spread over the wheel
will he know when it’s time to go
behind, a husband and wife, I assume
each talk animatedly on their phones
while obnoxious unrestrained children carouse
a movie playing on the DVD
an ancient pickup stopped in the suicide lane
right turn flashing “let me in!”
green, the light changes, yet still we wait
one, two, three and horns start to blare
shaken are they from hypnotic states
virtual hair salons, libraries, and phone booths abandoned
traffic moves once again in earnest
until the very next crowded intersection.
Your white minivan isn’t much,
But it’s enough
To get us where we want to go
Or take us down some road we don’t even know.
I love taking car rides with you
And finding some good music to jam out to.
Even if we don’t know the song,
We still try to sing along.
It’s the perfect escape,
Even though the mirror could use a little bit of tape.
Being there with you makes my heart jump,
And same with every time we hit a bump.
You always have fun things in there
Like a soccer ball, a longboard, and some shades to wear.
In the back, there are no seats,
Just maybe a couple of sheets.
“Good for sitting on at the drive in,” you said.
I almost did drop dead
At the thought of us
At the drive in together with no fuss.
See, I love that little, beat-up old van.
I might even be its biggest fan.
Camaro
Sleek, fast
Racing, flirting, streaking
Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
Plodding, plugging, inching,
Serviceable, dependable
Minivan
4/8/17
Across the land
There was a man
Whose journey had just began
And due to a decision that was bad
He lost all that he ever had
While feeling his most prized plan
Slip through the palm of his hand
Faster than sand
He was briefly sad and mad
But then became glad
When he was able to understand
What was done wrong, and how he can
Reach the goal and help his clan
It wouldn't take a couple hundred grand
Or to be sponsored by a well known brand
Nearby a dam
His skills and knowledge started to expand
While starting to scan the entire span
Many insects scrammed
As well as a ram and a lamb
Above a stream filled with crab and clam
Far away parked in a lot was a sedan
And minivan
Nearby you could see an area full of water where many people swam
Whether they jumped in, walked or ran
Traffic jams
And braked being tapped or slammed
People only out to scam
With shams
Some content looking for gems and gold with or without a pan
And others only concerned with glam
Or famous people's and their own instagram
By:Dalton Ogletree
Baby birds tweet as their long skinny necks stretch towards blind faith. Somewhat frantically; newly born; next to dead; fragile existence; protected with life. Regurgitation from the same embodied mouth that an egg came from. Hidden from the world in a tree of life and chosen by the universe, without choice. Bound by instinct, life's purpose is to live. Feather light with a solid frame; wings for flight flap for unexplainable reason…; decomposers prey on the dead. Predators’ gifted with unmatched naked eye site; take life. Meaningless meanings that explanation is interrogated by; comparing this ability to fly with freedom. Arguing its merits as well; baby birds incubated from eggs rely on instinct…; unable to see with their eyelids stuck shut. Definitions define with answers…; created by a man. Facts become law. Acceptance leaves out the option of debate; born into this world with instincts and long necks…; only to rely on blind faith.
originally written in 2014 and edited today for contest
9-20-16
This is a news story stranger than any other.
It’s about a suicide attempt by a pregnant mother.
She wanted to kill herself and her three children.
The thirty-two year old drove her minivan into the ocean.
Hours before, the woman called her sister.
Police were warned about the mother’s strange behavior.
“Demons infest our house” is what the mother would say.
She took her three children and speedily drove away.
The event happened near the Florida town of Daytona Beach.
Fortunately, there were two brave men within their reach.
Just as the tide was carrying the floating vehicle away,
the men rushed in to rescue the family and save the day.
From a news story found on aol.com
I remember
The golden locket that sat around my mother’s neck.
My worn, black converse that carried me everywhere.
The scratched up table that had withstood the test of time, from food stains to little boys’ drawings.
I remember
My father’s deep blue eyes and warm hugs that make my skin crawl and hairs stand up.
My mother’s sweet, soft voice that made the house come alive with melodies.
I remember
My annoying, younger brothers driving me crazy and filling me with rage.
I remember
The storm of fights my family would have each night,
The loud bang of a door slamming,
The soft tear that would trickle down my father’s face,
The expressions on my mother’s face, most of them angry.
I remember
The black minivan that become a part of our family
I remember
When the car used to be safe.
When the grey elastic seat belts strapped down across your chest used to work.
I see the fluorescent light change to green.
I see the big, maroon car heading towards us like a bowling ball heading for the pins.
As a bowling ball would collide with pins; the big, maroon car collides into us.
I remember
My mother flying out of the windshield, like a peaceful dove.
My father’s neck turned at a 270-degree angle,
The big, maroon car that swallowed both of my brothers,
Crushing their tiny bones until they almost ceased to exist.
How I barely escaped the clutches of death’s scrawny arms.
I remember
The house that I used to know,
The one that would fill me up with joy and heartbreak.
The family that would constantly get underneath my skin.
I remember
The house that I now must forget.
The family that I no longer have.