Best Motorized Poems
Little white paws, running thru my halls,
opening all the closets, chasing red balls..
Little white feet on the window sill,
studying the birds as they hop and trill.
Hoping to go out, zero in for a kill,
devour a little birdie and leave it's bill..
Little white feet avoiding the puddles,
hates to get wet, prefers warmth and cuddles..
Little white feet awaiting their massage,
likes the motorized tool, not my effleurage..
Little white feet perched for a treat,
awaiting some temptations or marshmallow so sweet.
Little cat feet now groomed and neat,
at rest in my lap and quietly asleep.
Categories:
motorized, animal,
Form:
Light Verse
Traveling cosmos in a star-crossed house at rest
She watched for dreams, catching only the best.
How the house was motorized is anyone’s guess
She traveled around the stars, our friend Ma Cress.
Mystically she was in tune with another world.
Her hopes and dreams were not unfurled.
But we were in awe of Ma Cress for sure.
Her dream state was decidedly totally pure.
Categories:
motorized, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
There are many road that lead to hell,
but there is a peculiar one
that will surely get you there as well
Route 666
It's not on any road map,
can't be found by no G.P.S.
Could be located anywhere,
it's the devil's own private road of death
Takes two things to get put on this evil highway:
you had to have done something real bad
that caused lives to be lost,
but you got the blame put on someone else
That's requirement number one,
your crime being paid by an innocent
The other thing is, you had to have
stolen a car in order to escape future justice
Trying to flee into anonymity
But in gaining possession of the vehicle,
you take the life of the occupant(s) thereof
Thus, the second requirement is met,
you just doubled down in dealing out death
Route 666
The wheels are now in motion,
ladies and gentlemen, please place your bet
Will you make it to a safe haven,
and get away clean with the dirty deeds
Or will you find some gruesome way to die,
while evading capture in your stolen motorized steed
You don't yet know it,
but the race for your soul is on
The odds of you making it scot free,
well honestly, are impossibly long
At the edge of this haunted highway
is a lodge called Last Chance Motel
Get one last meal and a bad night sleep,
then go drive down that soulless stretch like a bat into hell
Route 666
The fastest road to hell
Many a bad hombre dragged this strip,
trying to avoid life sentence in a cell
Today is the day
the devil's gonna get his kicks
Before the night is over,
your sins are gonna catch up with you black cat quick
Route 666
Highway to hell
Has you burning rubber
to elude going to jail
Your bad luck to steal a car
whose steering gets shaky over sixty
Flipped you like a burnt burger,
another fiery death is what the devil relishes to see
Some luckless soul just passed your car,
seen it smoldering in a ditch
They pressed the pedal to the metal,
but outrunning the devil is a ...
Categories:
motorized, car, death, evil, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk.
Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off.
My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… but I’m still alive, so far…
Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide.
Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride
I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked.
Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck
I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much.
I can attest to my dog’s health… As we ran a mile in record time…
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as a fire truck came roaring by.
Now don’t you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again?
And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in.
Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as from under the door I climbed.
The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door.
Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor.
A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws.
Yep, you guessed it… I just can’t win… as the turkey lay between his paws.
The trainer assured me my dog’s well trained… though with a small attention span
Training’s gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman.
Yep, you guessed it… He couldn’t win…as he gave me, my money back
A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck.
There’ll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane.
But that’s to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that’s almost potty trained
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win... But Don’t Worry, we’re doing well…
OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time…
But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we’ll be just fine…
Categories:
motorized, adventure, dog, family, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
SPEED – JOURNAL XII
It’s hard to keep up
The world is
changing so fast
On the news, fast
talkers
We ancients need
motorized walkers
What once was
considered speed
reading
has,
apparently, become
the norm
Eyes travel slowly
over familiar
phrases
These trigger
memories, disturb
concentration
Lines disappear
prematurely
Fiction-wise, there
are, for us
experienced sages,
no new plots
Even the variations
are multi=traveled
All interest fades
in a fetid pool of
boredom
Film producers are
wise to the
over-taxed plot
And try to stimulate
public interest with
fast-
moving, noisy,
violence
Which manages to
lack any sort of
sensible
organization
No, all is chaos, at
least to us old
timer’s tastes
In these last few I
shall try to harvest
those few
inner moments
Which stir a sort of
over all activity
This I call
faking-oneself-out
Categories:
motorized, anger, arabic,
Form:
Free verse
By sheer chance visited Machinac’s island for a few hours
October is the time for frosts, blankets and snowflakes
Where one cannot travel in the motorized vehicles
Beauty of an island is one of Michigan’s pleasures.
Snowflakes, the untouched beauty of nature
They fall with a whisper that you can barely hear
Wild horse, wild horse that is snowflake white
Runs like the wind and glides through the night.
The term meaningful in the world of Appaloosas horses
The breed with a wide range of color variants
Having mottled skin on their lips, genitals and eyes
With striped hooves and thin skimpy manes and tails.
So fascinating and exotic is the color pattern on the body
Looking like someone has placed a blanket on its body
With a pattern of spots tipped or frosted blonde or white
Snowflakes landing on the horses like random spots white.
Swirling and drifting- galloping and skipping motions
The horses and snowflakes like poetry of emotions.
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Sixth place winner
Theme selected: Horses and Snowflakes
Contest: Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes sponsored by Constance, The Rambling Poet
Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
motorized, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
You never know what you will find at the Walmart store,
One thing for sure, you will never be bored.
I once saw a woman in a fur coat at 80 degrees,
Standing there sweating as pretty as you please.
I’ve seen a woman walking around in her bikini,
She was not slender, and it was teeny weeny.
Shoppers that saw her did a double take,
Watching each step as she would jiggle and shake.
Many a time I have seen a man with his butt showing,
I pretend not to notice, and just kept going.
Some men wear their pants dragging, and low on their hips,
They are trying to be cool, but you hope they don’t trip.
A few with the motorized carts don’t know how to drive,
So you stay out of their way if you want to stay alive.
At the Walmart store you usually can find a good deal,
And the entertaining customers you see is part of its appeal.
Categories:
motorized, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting
A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes
Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's wine
The big-haired girl
With tight lips and skirt
With clipboard and pen
In a roomful of men
She manages managers
Directs the directors
Away from the P's and Q's they might blurt
When minutes are taken
They while away hours
In a concrete maze
With the rented flowers
The plastic shag carpet
The paper thin walls
The wood-textured desk
Holding five clacking balls
The photo of daughter
The drawing by son
The lunch packed by wife:
Ham and cheese in a bun
Like a silent fire drill
At four-thirty flat
The lifts are sardined
With impersonal chat
All hoping to beat
The motorized fleet-
The Mercedes armada
That trawls down their street
Curtains open, sun goes down
A day in credit, a night in debt
A silent pillow away from town
Night light off, alarm clock set
Categories:
motorized, corruption, men, power,
Form:
Ballad
Deer
Deer running through the forest,
As graceful as can be,
Her white tail in the air,
Saying "I know you're there",
As majestic as this beast could be,
It will be in great agony,
For the motorized beast has caught it.
Categories:
motorized, animal, autumn, beautiful, creation,
Form:
ABC
I met a guy in the dairy section of my local grocery store
He was carrying an over-the-shoulder, leather purse
He had a purple scarf around his neck, what could be worse?
The fellow was driving a great big, black funeral hearse!
A buxom young lady was shopping in the produce aisles
I could have sworn she had had extensive lipo-suction
Her enormous biceps were a work under construction
She had three children with her, an obvious deduction.
I moved on to the meat department and stood watching
An old lady maneuvering an enormous motorized grip
Ordered a butcher to cut her a three-pound New York strip
While she was waiting she did a perfect backward, reverse flip.
Tell me, before I go stark raving, mad-as-a-hatter crazy
I am jumping too quickly to unwarranted conclusions
That after what I saw I should immediately go into seclusion
It only seems that way; clearly, I am victim of my own delusions.
Written March 18, 2021
Submitted to Kai Michael Neumann’s
“It Only Seems That Way” contest
Categories:
motorized, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
McCarthy got guffaws each week
on SNL dressed like a geek.
While mimicking Spicer,
she could’ve been nicer
on her souped-up platform so sleek!
Comic actress Melissa McCarthy, on a motorized
platform that moved FAST, impersonated now-
former White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer
on SNL, Saturday Night Live.
entered in Kevin Shaw's Name Dropper Limerick Contest on September 18, 2017
Categories:
motorized, celebrity, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I love to laugh no question bout that
Clowning and being absurd
D'ya hear the one bout a girl and a sailor
Limericks got lotsa bad words
How is laughter defined in the dictionary
Beside it, there's a picture of Jack
With a cute definition that reads like this
Very nice but a bit outta whack
Sure don't appreciate that nasty last line
May not be an Einstein or a Gates
But still have other redeeming factors
Hot dogs? I can eat twenty-eight
In our local community I'm surely loved
They think there's nobody sweeter
Ride a motorized cart round the stores
Once maimed a Walmart greeter
Bottom line is to this crazy nonsense
No doubt I'm a fun loving jester
But I can get quite belligerent at times
And give you a very rude gesture
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
motorized, funny, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain
You wanted me to be a hero and go off and fight the war.
You wanted me to be a hero, but you didn't know what for.
So I became a hero and now I'm rolling through the door,
'cause this hero's got no arms or legs no more.
You wanted me to be a hero and do what heroes do.
You wanted me to stand up for the old Red, White and Blue.
Well now I'll do no standing, and my mind is wasted, too,
and with the drugs I'm taking I can't think of you.
You planned on all the money that I'd get from Uncle Sam.
That we'd get a set of wheels to let folks know that I'm the man.
Well I got some wheels and I'm motorized, almost like I planned,
but I steer my wheelchair with my chin 'cause I haven't any hands.
Though I smell of medication, and I'm living in a chair,
and I'm crippled in my body, and way beyond repair,
I'm trying to be a decent man, though I don't believe you care,
and you're half the reason of why I'm even there.
I know that I sound bitter, and I feel I've got that right,
'cause the truth is not that simple, and there is no guiding light.
So just let chance deal out the hand that takes me in the night,
and I'll no longer put up any fight.
Categories:
motorized, anger, betrayal, depression, military,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a dream
I am in darkness
I look and see a world
Only wanting evolution
Picking and grabbing
Until all remaining life
is lost in time
I see a world
Conquered, and in pain
By men after men
Wanting only power
I see a world
A Victorian world
Hardworking, truthful, yet full of lies
Those advanced rule all
I see a world
Wanting revolution
Wanting an idea only to change it the next day
Changing in blood
I see a world
Countries still divided
But trying to hold for a hope
A hope of peace and nationalism
I see a world
Of growing towns of steel
And motorized metal
Clanking over a ground unprepared
I see a world
Where men stand up
Different colors, with hands high
Chanting a chant of love
To be free
I see a world
Full of terror
Leaders who struggle
And people who search
For someone to blame
I see a world
A world of blue
Of beauty
With peace, and love
All is well
All are happy
Poverty is gone
And wars, dissolved
Then I awake
I start to cry
I had a dream
Categories:
motorized, history, lifemen,
Form:
Free verse
Our small loop of a street
usually quiet
Today receives a loud grooming
with chain saws
and wood chippers
and diesel trucks slicing
and ruining silence
into anti-solitude.
This is my last day off
until summer school begins
in two sultry weeks.
Morning rain passed through
to breezy summer camp sun,
crisp shade tree shadows
moving slightly within lush grass
waiting for my non-motorized mower.
It feels *****...
I feel *****,
at sixes and sevens
at 67,
to trust that I need
not just more solitude
to become healthy again,
but more silence
to become vocally wealthy
again.
To go
or to stay
here
too near a State highway
trafficking toward two casinos
now more native to American economies
than Native Americans to empowerment.
This last bus
not quite upon us
while thoughts wonder
and feelings wander
about shouting sawers
and clanging chipper
banging my longing
back to a rural dirt dust-path
along side a Michigan Centennial Farm
where I knew breezy
silent
summer encampment days
of solitary
fresh freedom.
I wonder why
we can't go home again,
Yet I can go back to childhood
solitude served up
in sacred silent
unsettled dusty memories
of toddling freedoms lost.
Categories:
motorized, age, childhood, parents, school,
Form:
Free verse