Best Parking Poems
I’m so sad mom
That I’m missing the chance
To be with you on your birthday
and to watch you dance
Yet your spirit I admire
You’ll celebrate with style
With friends in a parking lot
You’ll boogie for a while
Enjoy your special night
even if it’s a bit chilly
Let others ponder
the magic of being silly
You are so amazing
the youngest eighty I know
The music stills moves you
Whether it’s fast or slow
So open all the windows
of your shiny Ford Escape
Fly to the sound of the Radio
my hero without a cape
May the night skies twinkle
to the sound of the beat
and the pavement marvel
at the movement of your feet
For you my dear mom
are a one of a kind
and I’ll be there dancing with you
Even though it’s just in my mind.
I love you mom
Happy Eightieth Birthday!
May 18th, 2020
I also want to do a shoutout to my friend Eileen Manassian who shares the same birthday as my mom. I hope you have an amazing day Eileen. My friends, please drop by and wish Eileen a Happy Happy Birthday! The added bonus is that you will get to read her amazing poetry.
A street meter thief, Peter Jeter
Would saw off the head of one meter,
Take it home in his sack,
Keep the coins, bring it back,
Which was pointless by that time, of course, having
completely destroyed the meter.
Written 27 Feb 2022
Parallel parking on a private stow
For every row there was a foreign road
Waiting for night, my thoughts roam
Straightforward, straight towards her
To...say.. find another, another home
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my love
A voicemail harping and a dial tone,
Went to your door yet no one's home
And all my beliefs lay there on your wreath,
Intertwined with stems and leaves
Fastened to a... ring
Goodbye Hanna, goodbye home
Goodbye forever, forever I'll roam
Friends told a secret
Put the ticket on the shield
No more new tickets
I did not wait long
To realize the secret advice
When I got ticket
I did what they said
I left my car with ticket
Glad to know the trick
Dark when I came back
I saw the ticket gave birth
I do l!#*ve my friends
I've had a few car ports in my time,
Where I'd regularly park my car.
My car would fit each perfectly,
Then I'd smoke a long cigar.
All car ports were slightly different,
With no two quite the same.
I'd drive deftly, steering into each,
I'd steady, line up and aim.
Some car ports were overgrown,
With plants and weeds and grass.
Whilst others were mowed to the ground,
And washed to a shiny glass.
And each car port had a light switch to find,
Somewhere in the dark.
Sometimes I'd find it, sometimes not,
Either way I had to park.
I've had a few car ports in my day,
They've all been a beautiful sight.
I can't wait till I get home again,
And park there for the night.
Sitting in my car waiting for my Cathie dear
Not everybody's as nice as us, I fear
Fighting for a parking spot
Tempers sure flare a lot
A wonder they didn't kick each other in the rear
© Jack Ellison 2015
It's not a flower, it isn't yellow,
it's just this rabid,
fearless fellow.
Eight star-silver and cloud white
vehicles all in a line. One red sedan
their punctuation mark.
Parking on Pelican Pier (Not so original monoku) contest
Pelican Pier here I come...Landing to eat Tuna Tuesday treats
I'm in a hurry and can't be late,
but for a closer space I'll wait.
Around and around I slowly go,
a closer space is sure to show.
I see some tail lights start to glow
but it is in another row.
I must hurry and not delay.
I hit the gas...I'm on my way.
Victory will soon be mine,
instead I slam my brakes on just in time.
Don't these people crossing know
that I should be the first to go.
I honk my horn and wave my hand.
They don't seem to understand.
A closer space will save me time,
but now again I wait in line.
P.R.Deremer
For Wise Sage
When on yourself you start getting down
Get dressed, go out and buy a great gown
As soon a one you loves comes to town
Be happy and self in sorrow don't drown.
So do drown yourself in happy things
Much joy and jubilation each brings
And if you are a purple poem eater
Put all leftovers in parking meter.
After you were parking their for days
Haze will lift and shall find much praise
And like everyone in whole human race
You could not find you parking space.
Ho ho Horn
Traffic jams
define the divine
and the mundane.
Their long peak
hours mix the sacred
and the profane.
And with grateful awe, we see as a miracle,
as a beatific vision and spectacle,
the slightest hint
there is, the elusive
faintest trace
of this city's
rarest gem: a vacant
parking space!
demure pink panties
orange in the glow of the streetlights
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from a petite
cinnamon colored ankle
the bronze back of ghetto lust
flexes and glistens
above the writhing form of sensuality incarnate
battle of the sexes
the incubus versus the succubus
in a seventy-four chevy
write your name on the window
has you pass by
Lyrics are sung to the music of
David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit”
Just another slow rush hour,
breathing exhaust fumes
Heading to downtown Motor City,
won’t get there anytime soon
A giant pileup sits at the end of the long commute
Parking in Detroit, wished he took another route
Boss said come in today, she said come right away
Parking in Detroit
He cursed the accident that happened, made his arrival
late
Traffic report said there were constructions
Redirected the wrong way
A trickle of vehicles were all that could get through
Parking in Detroit, wished he took another route
Boss said come in today, she said come right away
Parking in Detroit
Hustling to his car, he made his way to work
And found his upper
relaxing in her negligee
He fled and hid between the vending food machines
Then jacked the resting cart parked outside the lounge
Avoiding a taxi situation,
found the parking lot
Raced back uptown with reckless speed,
shut off the ringing phone
He parked outside a stranger’s house for awhile
Parking in Detroit
He had to take another route
“Baby, please pick up!”
She said come right away
Parking in Detroit
I live in a trailer park in upstate N.Y.
proud, dumb white trailer trash I is
don't really know well my neighbors
to me that is just as well
you'll understand far better when
you hear the tale I'll tell
across from my small single trailer
looms a large expensive double
but the weird guy living there
seems potential trouble
he has this most odd fetish
this obsession I find odd
he seems very territorial
like his brain was made of sod
he has, in front of his homesite
5 marked parking spaces you see
he has but one little car
and never has any company
he posted a big sign, "No Parking!!"
that's just what it did say
but weirder by far I tell you
and this I can't figure out to this day
he parks his little car,
in an angle so oblique
so he covers at least 3 spots
now I know just what it seems he does really seek
and it's so dumb I laughed so hard, I grew weak
he's "protecting" his useless ground
which he doesn't own at all
it kind'a makes me laugh
at such moronic gall
he's very like a dog
so I wonder if he might
urinate around these spots
perhaps in the middle of the night
the thought, oh my!, that'd be a scary sight!
"marking his territory"
that's really public space
to me he seems buffoonish
a disgrace to the human race
I watch him through my window
sometimes when he comes out
this little round weasel clown-man
makes you want to shout
"hey, duck-head! why not a barricade?
and keep out even more?
and maybe provide you with some shade?
or maybe a fence and toll booth
and armed guards to keep away
those who are a parking space thief?
and think just how it would provide you
with much, much more relief?
"cause you worry someone will park
in one of "your spots"
I guess this fear is your strong belief.