Best Oldsmobile Poems

There once was a popular car commercial that stated, "This is not your father's oldsmobile".  The manufacurer was proud to have built a better...

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For General Motors, it must have been a difficult decision.
They decided to discontinue Oldsmobile as a division.
There were many Oldsmobile dealerships found near and far.
If...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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I used to think the long smoke filled tables of NA were the answer.  
The stalks of faces nodding with my inflection,  up...

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when...

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80's oldsmobile wagon full of mormons
traveling at five under the speed limit. 

a turtlenecked jesus behind the wheel
draws magnetically all pyrite from the 
rural hills...

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This is a story poem. I call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love?
They say there...

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The sound of us breathing heavy, the windows of the Oldsmobile sweating as I worked my hands up your shirt. The beads you got in...

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Last Minute

The old lady went to the thrift store. 
She found the row of coats, 
and looked for just the right tags. 
The color of...

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At first, it wasn't my father's Oldsmobile.
Then, there came a longing for a new identity
with an invasion of one morphing after another.
Next thing I knew,...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 2

act three

in...

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(I got the idea for this poem when I was watching a TV show yesterday.)

Because of a roadhog, my son is dead.
He was only fifteen...

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the old jalopy...
manufacture Oldsmobile;
daily drove to work;

inside my garage,
also dad's 1915 Model J car;
old that jalopy...

that old jalopy,
manufactured by Lozier;
three-three horsepower;

slobmodel auto;
designed with rocket tail-lights;
that...

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We paddle through small talk,
I like her, she has style.
I imagine we have a history together
back in an old movie that I have yet to...

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