Best Pacer Poems
23 December 2010
The Connections
Where are the pharaohs, the pharisees, and the great philosophers
Of their times a holder of prominence, liberal interpreter and rational reasoning
For I am one who wishes to have a royal bloodline and wisdom
I am one innocent and a blind to the truth of the past
In every nook and cranny, there are begging, and the dying
Helpless, unable to crawl to a safe place to hide
Get entangled into the system and find hard to get out
I wish I am many to extend a helping hand to every poor soul
The sadness felt for many loss and failures in life
Happiness dwells for satisfaction and achievements received
Denials for wrongdoings and acceptance for great deeds
I am all in these faces captured in such circumstances
Where in this world of choices and chances
We hurdle to life’s barrier to get in the end line
Many have proved their guts brought them to glory
I am few who joined the race because I am a pacer
Racer
Flat out speed
Hot blooded steed
Pacer
Speed walking race
With unmatched grace
Steeplechaser
Fearless full fledge
Ace over hedge
Dressage
Arabesques on display
The equestrian ballet
Draft
Flowing feathered heels
Beer on wheels
Trail
Rent the power
By the hour
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I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless
Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream
I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to
the top of the game like a juggernaut
so maybe I better stop
The real lyricist slash spiritualist
transferred his heart with a dart by
his cleverness
I pray one day that my philosophy has
gotta be the truth within the making
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more
camaraderie, because right now we are
stereotyped as a mockery
I sense a pain far more worse than a
mental illness, so low that a solo artist
couldn’t fulfill this
Subside from the anger building deep
within the introverted stranger
Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to
save us from hating the fact that the
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?
Mom, you were my eraser
For a long long time you see
For my life you were a pacer
You thought you protected me
But I couldn't learn mom
Not with you around
And I'm waiting for the day I'm gone
The church bells will continually sound
Because I couldn't control the sweeping away
The constant forgetting of what occurred
So stop erasing mom, today
Or this will be my final word
I don't want to forget it, not anymore
And I leave you with a choice
My life is the paper in which you tore
And my world was controlled by your voice
So stop erasing, remembering is good!
It's what makes us who we are
And if you continue you've taught me to,
Forget you in my life so far
JOBLESSNESS!
Oh joblessness, you aweful, aweful thing!
I know you again and the misery you bring.
Never do you keep away for long, do you?
You evil doer, a form of a devilish
mind, you seek to demise the good of mankind.
You are not a child of the Earth, but a weapon
against it. You shall not grow and those who nurture you
reap what they sow; they too, your fodder and foe.
A pacer you made me, from door to door, besotted am
I to even the score. But, whoa! I am not poor! Be still so
the great book does say, for I am God, and will make a way
Your enemy will triumph over you, you evil thing!
Employerbility! Rear to my mind, but I kept you away,
The slander, the lies, the witchhunt, the callousness of your way,
your masters, without backbones know what to say.
Bitter am I for the future is bleak, they chose my words
And I could not speak. Friends do say, you come and go,
How long you last, I shall never know.
She is a : Madness chaser
Problem facer
Very good pacer
Better acer
Worry banisher
Grieve vanisher
Chat master
Run's faster
Sadness cleaner
Sometimes meaner
Always a mate
Together by fate
Good writer
Better fighter
Bore wrecker
Awesome trekker
A fancy cheerer
Mostly nearer
She is always around
Our closeness is bound
She is one of a kind
Always together bind
Always beside
Never aside
Her trust never bends
'Cause she is my friend.
It will be remember by folks like you and me,
as one of the most dismal failures in history.
It was created as a new division of the Ford Company.
This car became a disaster within the auto industry.
The years of production would amount to less than three.
Following successful sales of the Ford Thunderbird,
a luxury mid-sized car was the latest word.
It was named in honor of Henry Ford’s late son.
In the fall of 1957, manufacturing had begun.
Among the four models introduced was the Pacer.
The three other types were the Citation, Corsair, and Ranger.
They came as two and four-door hardtops, convertible, and wagon.
Disappointing sales would lead to Ford Motor’s chagrin.
More than one factor existed why the division would fail.
Changes and innovations appeared, but to no avail.
Many noted the downturn in the economy.
Others blamed it on poor marketing strategy.
The last of the Edsels rolled off the assembly line,
in late November of 1959.
Perhaps a valuable lesson in the fiasco was learned,
as a big chunk of the American auto industry was burned.
An orange Tesla that was bought by Scott
Ran out of go juice right there on the spot
Then was quickly passed
By a Pacer, gassed
And AMC car shaped like a kumquat
We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white
I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night
I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and blue
You kick me between the legs and say now you're hurting too
I laugh and stand back up in a fighter's stance
You say in a sexy voice, ain't nothin' like trailer romance
Three hours before the ceremony, we each pop open a 24 oz Bull
Then we puke in stereo as our ceremony comes to a close
With beer cans clanging behind our Pacer
I tell you I am with the FBI and they have attached a tracer
People laugh as we request a spotlight square dance
She says it will be alright, our honeymoon will have a lot of trailer romance
One of wedding gifts is a gift card from Big Lots
Now we can by a dish set, flatware and a couple of pots
Kissin' cousins, now we are two
My wife just had our first son, we named him Big Blue
Next one she bears, girl or boy will be called Bubba, what a great name
Marrying your kin folk should hold no shame
Find out how good life can be
When your cousin is your wife to be
Go ahead, roll the dice, take a chance
Now I am a firm supporter of trailer romance
I started my career
As a person that removed wax from ears
It was down in the Texas Panhandle
I would use the wax to make candles
But then no one wanted their ears cleaned
The work was Far and few in between
It will be time to relocate in June to Mount Pleasant
Maybe because they call me Busta Pheasant
June came and went and I am still here
Oops just spilled some coffee on my clothes, time for some all Tempa Cheer
The ladies call my gangsta name stupid
Me and you will be together, I'm just waiting on Cupid
My real name is Harry Bikiniline
Now you know why I am a prime example of out of sight, out of mind
I want to thank my parents for the wonderful present
For my stupid name forcing me to become aka Busta Pheasant
The guys laugh they don't me as a serious threat to their girls
I tell them I bet you wouldn't survive in my world
My life is based on performance excellence
You're just jealous because you can't be called Busta Pheasant
Go ahead and contact 5-2-9 and Puddin' to ride in your Pacer on four doughnuts
wearing your wife beater shirt
I will be stabilized at my home like the Enterprise with Captain Kirk
My Mom and Dad ask me when I am moving out
I tell them as soon as I build some clout
So they kick me out, I am renting a portion of the back yard and living in a tent
I have sign up that reads home of Busta Pheasant
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer,
to spin the surveillance,
tampering the tracks of violence.
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes
went on to spread the dragnet
striking gold from the liquid
denials. The sovereignity was
violated of a virgin god.
The rule of drinking was sidelined.
Kiss will survive after the death opens
the back door of a globe.
Dreams are exhausted. There will
be no comeback of a star player
in the game of bloody manipulations.
Satish Verma
A dash of red
Sparkle of cream and white
And the battered ball has flown up and away
Soaring out of reach of the flying kite
Over the stately poplars
Beyond applauding stands
Mingling with sun and wind
and the lazy blue of a smiling sky
Lost from sight
That ball was lifted some
Take a new one
The Captain resets his field
Has a word with gully and deep cover
And whispers to his puzzled pacer
A word of encouragement
A spot of advice !
Roaring he comes
And pitches this one short
It rises menacingly
To snick the halting yellow edge of fright
Dangling bat
Red ball in cosy comfort
Dead in smiling keeper’s hands
Howzzat ??
Oh, quite !
My girl dumped me, she couldn't hack it
She said it was her or my fake leather jacket
We were together for 30 days
This jacket has cozied up to six Shaneyneys
Judy is my next target, so now I will have to chase her
I am the Mac Daddy rollin' in my Pacer
Camielle comes along and tempts my fate
Judy is now off the slate
Women need to use more self control
I am too much, I am hard to hold
Tomorrow there will be another one in line
I will not mess with her if she looks like the bride of Frankenstein
My dad is stressed, he's really working his pacemaker
I take him to the hospital, he's riding shotgun in my Pacer
The hospital will keep him over night
I buy some Mad dog 20/20, it's time to get tight
I am called the next day to pick him up
I tell him no ride, if you don't have a lid for that cup
I get pulled over for a sobriety test
The cop tells me I don't look my best
He makes me walk the long straight line
Then count forwards and backwards between 1 and 9
He tells me my car is so ugly, he's got to shoot me with his tazer
After the jolt I am allowed to leave steady rollin' in my Pacer
When did it all end
Summer time out of school and summer best friends
Trying to swim in a creek with water only to your shins
Trips on Fridays, the whole family going to the Drive In
By eleven us kids asleep at last
Boy those times in our child hood were a blast
Asking Mom and Dad can a friend spend the night
Staying up to tell spooky stories to try to make one another die of fright
Breaking out the Monopoly for a marathon
While waiting for the original Saturday Night Live to come on
Followed by Don Kersinger's Rock Concert
Look back and help me remember
Making out, puppy love and those heartbreaking times
Big back pocket combs and feathered hair looking so fine
The clap on clap off seemed so clever
The Pacer ended up being a me own one the answer is never
The magic of those Christmas cartoons in December
Please let me know what you remember
A few laughs as I look back
Tye Dye Shirts, Kool Aid colored hair and Bell Bottom Slacks
Big Wheels and skate boards
No helmet or pads were worn
Getting cuts and scrapes were part of the fun
Always mad when the day is done
Waking up early for another adventure
I think it feels good for us to remember
Singing songs of days of yore
Sailors, rovers, boats and hills
Listen O moonish Le Mar
In the dusky eve in meadows
Bells of temps and beechen shadows
Singing songs of Days of yore
Life is final, death is final
God hath said to angel's panal
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
House on top of hill is vacant
Gazing at the world and waiting
Singing songs of days of yore
Petals withering, candles melting
Moths and men in love are dying
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
Riding by the woods on pacer
On Her Timbral Maiden Nature
Singing songs of Days of yore
Listen O Moonish Le Mar