Best Muffler Poems

He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color...

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The Old man of Merces  

His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time
His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain
Glittering they must be during...

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Time has become my greatest enemy
It drags on, an infernal grating on the nerve
Like a broken muffler, dragging around the curve 
While my love and...

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I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy...

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Motionless

It looked such a sorry sight
Standing in the shed
Covered in rust and dust
With just a trace of red

A vibrant red with a flash of black
Across...

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Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.

Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of...

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Do you ever think of the good ole days,
And what they really were?

Such peace and understanding,
Such joy filled our hearts,
No time for demanding,
How about a...

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Abbott Cat

—————————————(Dedicated to our unique cat Gnash)***.         
*…..*****….*****…..
Know that Abbott Cat
Had the stride
Of the pure…placing:
Each step forward
With...

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"The Circus" 
The master of ceremonies taps his cane to begin the fireworks
While graduates of the ground exercise their prowess high above
They are wired with...

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Written March 8, 2012

Death mixed with morning rain and darkness,
Icy patches hidden on the pavement
Lived comfortably on the outside
As I rode along in my car...

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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...

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Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more ...

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The Choice is Ours

And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer,...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more...

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She was called, Stella, my little yella lemon! 
A Chevy Citation,you can only imagine my elation!
 She started almost ever time I needed her too.
...

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