Best Odometer Poems

Bike Riding

Once, I was able to navigate my sleek black Fuji racer, sitting arrow straight, pushing hard, and hands at my side. It’s amazing to think I was able to maintain my balance, down hills, around
unyielding corners, no plastic garbage pail stuck on my head...

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Aha - argh... oh my dog...
don't mind me muttering, eh?

Earlier today (May 5th, 2020),
I forget thee exact hour
found me utterly beside mice elf,
matter of fact even at this moment,
yours truly doth feel mad at himself
cuz Aldi's merchandise (mostly food)
needed to be restored to their proper...

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It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination...

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Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,

                                  the darkest tidings of the...

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A thousand miles an hour
This fete a break through
I scan the speedometer, inset odometer
Stuck in the traffic Jam a thousand, without a move
I wonder!

Fellow citizen passes on wheel chair
A thousand far cry shy
Overtaking treacherously
Counting his steps is staccato
He stops and wonders, boss
Sorry, he muses, poor...

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Road Trip
Roaring motor, full tank of gas, 
candy paint covered the car,
Odometer reset, shades on, the 
wheels shining like a star.
Another mission we're on 
without a phone, no GPS,
Didn't matter where we were 
going, ain't got no worries-zero 
stress! 

Throttles down, top is dropped, 
wind...

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As the odometer had read that day, nine seventeen seventeen
Least in my head, but not knowing really what it would mean
Then after a few weeks passed it clearly came into such light
For that's when the votes will be cast, by evening on that night

Here on...

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There are many things that smell good to noses.
Are you familiar with bunches of long stem roses?
I’ll tell you my favorite fragrance by far
is the smell of the inside of a mint condition car.

Fresh off the assembly line, the interior is pristine.
Only a few test...

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I am searching.
For things I’m afraid cannot be found. 
That may not even be there. 
And yet I look.
Under throw pillows as I grab them to place
on my stomach, and grasp round’ at friend’s houses. 
Trying to feel more comfortable in a place where I’ve...

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gonna try it out
see just how it feels
slip behind the wheel
run it through the gears
test drive this new love

gonna study “Carfax”
view the history
check it for collisions
learn its mysteries
test drive this new love

gonna kick the tires
‘fore I take it for a spin
look in the rearview mirror
to...

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I put you on a stand; some say it is a pedestal.

I appear before you; I am in awe of the work before me.

Sometimes life is but a flat tire; air is such a revitalizer!

          In...

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The (tongue In Cheek) Balm...
Of "permanent" Sleep

Abbott, nothing beats the
     immortal heavenly reincarnation
     after mortality odometer
     unexpectedly set to zeros
preparing deceased
     body, mind and spirit,
    ...

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Cloud covers swept over us
Receded then came again
I looked at the lulls and gusts
Then gripping the wheels refrain

Signs loomed out of the darkness,
Warning of “potholes ahead”.
I mused over the message’s starkness,
Just think what the cold and road had bred!

On-coming headlights showed
Swift currents of snow crossing...

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Can somebody please give this uber **** fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)

As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to a mister
and missus Matthew Harris
(fifty shades of gray

if that makes...

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It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination...

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