Best Motorists Poems

Driving home in the dark through blinding rain
Hassles at the office plaguing my brain
Longing to escape life in the fast lane

Motorists are cussing with words profane
From shouting back, I struggle to refrain
Car mirror shows my forehead’s bulging vein

Sense of sanity I try to maintain
My heart...

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MISSING PERSON


Saw him sitting on the curb weeping,
pompous parades of the self righteous
passing “his” children – in disgust.

Eyes glistened through the tears
hands trembling as if to control himself
he rose – as if to speak….

was jostled by passersby, cursed at
by glassed in motorists, mocked
by the children...

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cornflower's bloom
beside a tarred road

stalking buttercups
across the way

motorists pass
unseeing souls
toward unknown sights...

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GLISTENING GOKARNA

This scenic beauty, a grand temple town
Seated in the Arabian Sea like a golden crown
Bedecked on its bosom the blue beaches festoon 
To name a few- Kudle, Paradise,Om and Half moon 


Plays host to a galore of global tourists
Adventure enthusiasts and also motorists
Its a...

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One small little country which houses 
one of the highest paid governments 
in this modern world joke ran upside down

A big part of our life existing reality 
when the backbone is gone snakes appear with light surely 
we spend working for slave masters who get...

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A missed countryside.
Tunnel-vision motorists,
Race to smoke city
...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in the 
Midst of becalmed yellow seas,
To pervade the shifting groves
With...

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FLOODING EMERGENCY IN HOUSTON.  HURRICANE HARVEY dumping 25 inches rain on Houston and other cities like Rockport, Corpus Christi, Victoria and HARVEY won't leave till Thursday, so storms not over. NEWS NOW shows people stranded, highway is flooded and motorists are stuck.  Live...

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A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious...

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Market stall sellers, spewing out cheap tat, for bargain hunting peabrains parting with their cash; items disintegrating from one single use.

City traders impress with tall tales of the day, lapping up each others crap enjoying it's scent and taste; not caring for the common man...

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I'm just a regular guy with a regular job,
Just your average, run of the mill suburbanite slob.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
while motorists behind me are going insane.
I use public toilets and I urinate on the seat
and if by chance in the restroom...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered...

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To run your car you'd better have big bucks
For these days the price of gas really sucks
You have to have it to get from A to B
And there is no relief ahead that I can see
Sometimes In desperation I ride my bike
Wearing my helmet like...

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Dull, dank depressing Summer Solstice. A pretty chesnut pony ridden by a little girl on 

the pavement (sidewalk to our cousins across the Pond) wishing to be a wild rider, but 

not along the High Street in this once BLUE Radical part of town if...

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Copyright © 2015
17.12.2015
5:52pm

In the Banana Republic, you
can meet senorita in the sand.
A day from work, pesos in
hand, head for the sand. No
stress, the women are the best

Pretty senoritas ready to rub
a pirate's chest, chest full
of pirate's loot, and no one
gives a hoot.

Away from slaving everyday,...

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