Best Racing Car Poems
As the dragon roared across the sky
It seemed to grow another eye
Hiding from the dragons flame
I could see a lady, head bowed in shame
She lifted her arms as in supplication
Holding them up for the duration
The dragon roared past the lady of shame
Ignoring her plea and let loose his flame
We waited to see if a champion would come
And deal the dragon a blow
If he did would the dragon succumb?
These things we need to know
To the side she fell and rolled away
It was then a dolphin came out to play
It leapt and swam before our eyes
These wondrous shapes that filled our skies
I held my breath spellbound for sure
My little nephew wanting more
He pointed out a cat with no tail
And I saw a racing car growing a sail
The show was over the clouds turned grey
Another shower on our summer day
The stories it told for the morning so grand
As my little nephew held onto my hand
The magic of the clouds above
The ever changing scene they play
So much amused and fascinated us
We will be back to watch another day
© GG 15/08 2013
He rides his wheelchair like a racing car
The rainbow colours blending into one
He grins his infectious grin, his wide mouth
welcoming and warm
He stutters, his sentences an intricate mess of
words that won't come the way he wants them to
And Tourette is not HIS name, but all the same
it makes him a wondrous one to view.
He doesn't understand most jokes, so serious!
But laughs uncontrollably at his own pun
So fun! But one must love his beautiful hair
His green eyes, and everliving optimism
I know him well, from the inside out, so proud
is he. Remember well! This does not define
the him he is, I live with him day in, day out
Because you see? I do not notice disability.
For me he is as normal as can be, for I am he
I live with me, and disability, and poetry.
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As the dragon roared across the sky
It seemed to grow another eye
Hiding from the dragons flame
I could see a lady, head bowed in shame
She lifted her arms as in supplication
Holding them up for the duration
The dragon roared past the lady of shame
Ignoring her plea and let loose his flame
We waited to see if a champion would come
And deal the dragon a blow
If he did would the dragon succumb?
These things we need to know
To the side she fell and rolled away
It was then a dolphin came out to play
It leapt and swam before our eyes
These wondrous shapes that filled our skies
I held my breath spellbound for sure
My little nephew wanting more
He pointed out a cat with no tail
And I saw a racing car growing a sail
The show was over the clouds turned grey
Another shower on our summer day
The stories it told for the morning so grand
As my little nephew held onto my hand
The magic of the clouds above
The ever changing scene they play
So much amused and fascinated us
We will be back to watch another day
© GG 15/08 2013
The wind it seems is staying on the ocean whipping up the sea
The waves tumbling to a smart chop on a shelly sea urchin shore
As there is no wind from the mainland but coming from the oceans side.
Trails of fresh green seagrass are left in the the tides descending echoes
Leaving lines of green froth in the outgoing tide....
Earlier at an Art class the sea poured out from the pencil onto a drawing.
The heavy paper was saturated with pencil marks of a mandarin with all its
pores lying near the detailed edge of a bamboo basket...
Fibre balls lay full and spun with fine seaweed as if waiting to hatch a creature
Seaweed reminiscent of a under-developed plastic bunch of grapes is found.
Footprints in the sand show different tread designs, some quite complex.
Hoof prints in a line , fancy sports shoe prints and tiny flower paw prints.
The grey skys now unleash a torrent of rain popping on the tall tin roof tops.
The safety and warmth of the hall's interior contrasts with the wind outside.
We are seated celebrating a Community Birthday luncheon banquet and
the Communities most Senior members are there to join for communion.
They had just finished a Yoga class and caterers were busy in the kitchen.
Celery soup with Soft music, soft honey sliced meats ,steamed veges and
strawberry mousse brings warm smiles to eyes on age-specked faces.
Outside on the beach a huge long red kite is flowing in the now clear sky.
As we approach its frilly neck, flapping arms and legs and long tail show
a wide eyed 15 metre harlequin red and pink patchwork frilly neck lizard
with a racing car parachute attached by a long cord to a jeep on the beach.
> Do not read if of a nervous disposition . I am committed to sending at least one poem a day to some social media page. Poetry Soup want us to send one each Tuesday but as I have a memory thingy I do one at least a day in case I miss Tuesday lol.
A young man, twenty one years old, I do not know all the details, time – road conditions – who caught him – you know, cameras or police – or even what car he was driving. Or if he had any passengers. But he was on the M11, a motorway in the UK and driving at a speed of 154 mph. The national speed limit is 70 mph. He did not crash so that that speaks volumes of his driving ability. I don’t not know what he does for a living, I would suggest he seeks employment with a racing car firm somewhere at least he can get a legal adrenaline rush, behind the wheel. He was fined £360 and banned from driving for fifty-six days. Today’s local radio, (2-8-16) is full of it, asking 'was the punishment sufficient or not? They received lots of calls from members of the public and interested motoring organisations. I had a little say; I had already written this poem.
Speed thrills, stopping abruptly kills.
Speed itself does not kill,
but gives an adrenaline rush to thrill.
It’s when suddenly you do stop.
And inside your body, well that does not.
You might have a smile on your face.
Strapped in your seat,
nothing at a glance looks out of place.
But your insides, well, are a disgrace.
As all your bits, are out of place.
Your heart is in your mouth you see.
Your kidneys are where your lungs should be.
And bless, you mess your trousers too.
Where is your bladder, mixed with your poo?
I only use the poo word in hospital.
That’s where you might now go.
To that deathly quiet place,
the mortuary, you will so.
Not at speed, I hasten to say.
There you will go slowly that day.
Alas, you will not drive any more.
As angels don’t speed, I implore.
I am sending this to Mr. Mark Murphy the DJ now on BBC Radio Suffolk. The radio and programs I am habitual tuned into lol. (The mad Author.)
Copies Poetry Soup.
Mr Mark Murphy. BBC Radio Suffolk.
Possible Book 11 of Poems lol. (The mad Author)(<
There was a point when we all believed, remember?
A point where all girls wanted to be just like Cinderella.
Where we all thought Sleeping Beauty was lucky to wake up,
And find her prince charming at the same time.
When The Little Mermaid was indeed fortunate to find her true love,
No matter the circumstances or the looks, mermaid or not.
Times when we sat next to our fathers, watching the soccer game,
Thinking that one day you would be better than number nine,
Or even number eleven.
When we sat down on the bleachers and thought,
“One day I’ll be in that racing car and I’ll be the champion.”
I believe there was a point where we all wanted to be a superhero.
Where we all wanted to fly high and we all wanted to be astronauts.
We all had dreams once.
And once we all believed they could come true.
Why have things changed?
I believe we should all still believe.
I still believe I could be that rock star.
My brother still believes he’ll be the best number eight-soccer player.
My youngest cousin continues to dream he’ll be a NASCAR racer.
Why can’t we all just believe?
Of course we’re going to find our prince charming.
And yes, an astronaut we will be.
All of us can be better than Spiderman, Batman, Superman, and The Hulk.
My point here is, that we still have to believe.
Go ahead and take your time to wish on that lonely star in the middle of the night.
Been chatting to our Grandson
Dominic James Owen by name.
He comes over to see us he's wonderful to see
We celebrate his birthdays, the last one he was three.
Have you ever watched a racing car
Whizzing by at breakneck speed?
Have you ever tried to catch a whirlwind?
I doubt that you'd succeed.
Have you ever seen a lightning flash?
Or a hummingbirds wing in flight?
Well this describes our grandson,
before he beds down for the night.
he's a tiring hug-able bundle of fun,
That's Dominic James our grandson.
© Dave Timperley February 2015
My true love
promised me
a car
a Jaguar
Mind you
British racing car
blue
My true love
promised me
a coat
Cashmere
True wool
from Pashmina
goat
My true love
promised me
a dance
slow with soul
wet like sweat
or rain
in winter
My true love
promised me
a song
Flawless like
Minnie Riperton
Yet so sad
Still riveting
Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished it were back in the tin
The big wheels of a jeep almost crushed it but the wind blew it away
And nobody ever found it until today
Cleaning out the attic I found an old clockwork car sitting in my toy box
It was old and rusty the wheels still went round and it had plenty of knocks,
There was a small hole in the side that was rusted around its green tin sides,
A little square for a key and had two seats to take my toy soldiers for rides,
So that was it, I was hooked searching high and low looking for the right key,
But then I saw it hiding under an old chair it was dark and it was hard to see,
Now the excitement kicked in happily and I fitted the metal key into the slot,
And wound it up round and round it went it was a bit stiff my thumb hurt a lot,
It finally stopped winding it was ready so then I put the car down on the floor,
But it just stayed where it was, not rushing off like a bullet, not like before,
So I got thin winder and forced it to give another half turn and gave it a bash,
The useless car still did not move it just sat where it was and it did not dash,
Desperate measures were needed, decisions there was only one thing I could do,
I would have to take the car apart, carefully and fiddle about with the screw,
So I levered the the side and scratched some paint with my trusted Swiss blade,
The rotten old bottom bottom pinged off and flew to a corner it was poorly made,
I finally got to the main spring it was a bit rusted and it had been over wound,
So losing my temper the car got shouted at and I bashed the car upon the ground.
Something gave it rattled so I shook it and made all the little windows fall out,
Again deeper in frustration I tapped it with a hammer then I gave it a real clout,
To my surprise the hammer blow worked but a little red man flew across the floor,
With just a torch I searched the attic but he was lost and I will see him no more,
There was still no movement from the clockworks so this time it was a softer tap,
Then pain shot through my foot with only socks on I just stood on the poor chap,
It came to that time when it was do or die so I gave the car a great hard whack,
I had hit it too hard and the top caved in now the bloody thing will not go back,
After my assault on the tin racing car there is just a pile of tin on the floor,
Grabbing the bits throwing them in the box now bored I will play with it no more.
Four-Door Racer
My daddy owned a four-door racing machine
Scared my mother to death when he lived out his dream
He loved to race at speeds known to few
Despite mother’s objection, that’s what he’d do
He’s shine and wax that racing car
In hopes that someday it would take him far
On the track is where he loved to be
Screams from the audience, he loved to see
Mom would be so nervous; she would close her eyes
Each time that dad would go racing by
And each time I’d hear her pray
To bring him safely back her way
But one-day mom’s worst fears were realized
When dad hit the wall, you could here the cries
I was too young to understand what was going on
Until I hear her cry that he was gone
A week later we laid him in the ground
With all his racing buddy standing around
I tried to comfort mom all I could
As frozen in front of his grave she stood
That was five years ago now, but it feels like yesterday
His racing car still in the garage in a permanent stay
Mom begs me never to go inside
But every so often I go and hide
Mom fears I’ll be just like him
She says she could never to through it again
But when I get behind the wheel of that racing car
My imagination tends to wonders far
Dreams of speed and the roar of the crowd
In my mind it sounds so loud
My daddy’s dreams passed down to me
When I’m older, a racer I’ll be
Dust in the ground
I have a friend in Africa
He has a very kind soul
And I know this girl in Siberia
Where it’s always so cold
My friend raj lives in Mumbai
He looks like a Bollywood star
And poison arrow lives in England
He likes to drive a racing car
And my bff lives in New Jersey
She’s a medical student
She’s so sweet and beautiful
She’s just so magnificent
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than no one
We all will be dust in the ground
I got a friend in Malaysia
She is a man utd fan
She wishes to see the boys play
It’s her future plan
There’s farmer in Peru
Every day he tend to his crops
And mothers losing children in wars
Tears falling like rain drops
President Obama sits in the white house
Bob Marley dies so very young
Terrorist learning to fly airplanes
Prince Charles waiting for the crown
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than none
We all will be dust in the ground
China takes over Hong Kong
England had it for 100 years
And in Trinidad a New Yorker
Is drinking some cold beers
Everyone has a passion burning
But it’s easy to put out
Some times we listen to others
And in our minds they cast a doubt
And my mother in Trinidad
She’s an inspiration queen
And the best food in Trinidad
Is my brother place Naz cuisine
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than none
We all will be dust in the ground
Far away on the shores afar
So shines my brimming star
Covering light on sand and sea
Seashell and seamen there be
Mesmerizing all creations at sea
Every day it tells a newer story!
Far away on the shores afar
So anchors my ship of hope
Carrying cargo and men if so
With the burning torch of hope
It sails through stormy weather
To make my lone shore happier!
Far away on the shores afar
So speeds my only racing car
Driven by happiness and love
Powered by the pull of my love
It drives on like a elegant dove
On the sands of the barren cove!
Far away on the shores afar.......!
Santa came last year
Giving me whistles and blow horns and socks covered in pairs
But that is not what I want
Not socks or whistles or blow horns it ain't fair
Not stuffed animals but real ones who roar and have long hair
I am not complaining
Just stating what I well and truly deserve since I care
I don't want foam balls that require me leaving the house
Maybe a video game or two where you battle to the death
Not a boring board like one with the marble and the mouse
What about a red nerf gun, maybe three or four
I'll need someone to play with
And play with some more
I want chocolate and lots of big toys yes I do
With the fire red helmets who sing little tunes
Not coal or potatoes or icky, sticky, slimy green goo
But the ones who fight the bad guys off and fly to the moon
Not the girly ones with golden locks and pink bows in their hair
The big bad muscly ones who fight all bad guys in midair
So I leave you with no choice but to confront you
With my deep ferocious voice.
His elves have to step up their game
if they want to impress me
Since I simply would like what I want
I am a good boy you see
Leaving a note to the big fat jolly guy
Listing my many reasonable complaints
Santa come on now I know you work very hard
But I need more than that tiny little blue racing car
The night is here late Christmas eve
Time to express my thoughts and my feelings when he comes from afar
So I march down the stairs all mighty and tough
only too see all of my amazing stuff
I go crazy with excitement since I was a very good boy this year
seeing the toys and other big presents shaped like crinkled spheres
I creep and crawl to the huge tree in delight
Only to see not my name but brother Mike
It had finally arrived and excited he was
He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace
Grinning from head to toe
With the largest smile on his face
This Christmas was like no other I heard him say
Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set
But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get
His day still wasn't through
Because snow was falling outside the window
Which was definitely something new
Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ."
He then disappeared bike and all
As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall
I could see how happy he was about Christmas
That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end
He told me that Santa had really came through
And that this Christmas was the best
Because he got everything that he wanted to
12/12/2013