Best Revs Poems
Ethereal Bliss
Your long pretty limbs and shapely trunk defy
Rings, occult within, unseen by the naked eye.
Rooted as saplings we've grown tall, you and I.
Bending in strong winds in chaos we try
To feel a calming peace from our sunset sky.
Like my car's engine, the gasoline you require
Revs your classy motor with love to aspire.
A premium fillup adds sweet fuel to your desire,
Then you make that purring sound I so admire.
Like melting snow with the heat of your heart
You melt me, then drown me in love's divine art,
A destiny sanctified right from the start.
As a shooting star blazes through outer space,
I see it's soft shimmering light on your face.
Rose petal soft lips share a sensuous kiss.
Entranced by the sight of the moon rising high
While leaves play a susurrate song in choir,
A drum shares its tune as my heart plays its part.
My shoes and her heels dance with such grace
Assuaging my awareness of ethereal bliss.
1-2-18
MINUANETTA - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
chremamorphism theme
Minuanetta is comprised on at least SIX stanzas, each stanza consistent with itself in rhyme, and decreasing in the number of lines with each stanza, with the final stanza created of one line of the rhyme of each stanza ... in short a rhyme scheme of (at least) AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE. It must have a least this many lines, (20), but you can add more, as long as you follow the same form, (and you may add a final, separate tag line, if you wish, but it must rhyme with the last line or repeat it in whole or in part) ...
Categories:
revs, dance, desire, destiny, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Silence is such an attractive voice
listening to nothing but silence speak
there in that space all alone
your hearing revs up not all weak
I love to go on a walk alone
especially among nature, hear the sounds
God sometimes uses His created birds
twirping and humming all around
Sometimes I listen to just silence
keeping my ears open and in tune
it's amazing the sounds silence speaks
more clearer even than full moon
I love silence more than voices
having my stammer hard to talk
silence brings release from all stress
in my moment there I can unblock
(This is written on what silence is to me. How silence show me what words can't say.)
Categories:
revs, feelings, freedom, me, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
Pointing back
From where I sit,
this crowded street of frowning faces and lying eyes
meander past the mom and pop facades with kids in tow…
tethered by their wants
and constant whining
now glaring at me as if,
I am the problem
I wave them off in my best oceanic gesture,
casting salty aspirations to the ground around my feet…
all the while keeping my fitted
thoughts to myself
For opposite this asphalt divider
of pot holes and swept debris
she sits, twisting her chocolate hair around her finger,
staring at the clock, waiting
Wearing her favorite dress,
glistening crimson nail and lip paint
The violent sun finds my shoulders
scattering grey clouds
between the concrete and neon
folded on the structure facing my perch
A single drop of sweat rolls down my cheek,
on this day more will come
Mixed, blended, hidden or defined
by tears held back, losing the battle
I take in the second story window,
shade slightly drawn and I imagine her
Jumping excitedly at the knock,
a quick mirrored touch up and fanciful bounces,
as smiles lead her to
his rugged features and fat wallet
The engine idles, I can smell the fumes
dancing across my nostrils, sickened
Floating the steps, (they) she looks happy, then at me
her head drops, sad or thankful, probably
Engine revs, my eyes fill
as thunderstorms erupt on my face, (they) she disappears
My heart near death, beating slow
it reels on this day,
while others, in their mindless pandering
and nose followed directions, stare and point
I spit, reaching our heart encased initials
carved in the stained and tiring sidewalk
My chest throbs, legs weak and nonexistent,
transparent of hurt and glass filtered wishes
Pointing back at those who would judge, I shout…
Yes, I am the problem!
Categories:
revs, lost love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
My memory is like an ill-tempered old car
that refuses to start
on cold, miserable mornings...
or sometimes stutters
and shudders to life
in fits and starts with rattling parts
Names and faces of those behind me
shrouded and clouded in thick exhaust fumes
'til memory resumes and smoke starts to clear
...oh, what was the year?
Then suddenly (without warning)
the engine revs high, and I start to fly
downhill fast, into the past
brakes not responding, gripping the wheel
too much to feel
that terrible fear- stuck in high gear...
Old trauma impacts like a car crash
re-living events that
don't always make sense
deadly debris and jumbled bits of trash
litter my head, feeling half-dead
confused, in a mild state of shock
Although a car is a useful thing-
sometimes it's safer to walk!
Categories:
revs, emotions, feelings, memory, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
Categories:
revs, car,
Form:
Verse
Free wheeling down the hill
chuck-a-bang out of fuel
referring quickly to my map
a gas pump is what I need.
Right at the bottom of the hill
appears a grand and wacky
garage flying a flag and a sign
fill up here folks your last chance.
Barely making it I pull in
and soon the gas chugs
happily filling up my tank
getting high on the fumes.
Sign says open on café door
I fight my way through
the muddy forecourt
to the ramshackle hut.
Filling up on eggs and grits
total cost comes to ten bucks
walking out I get back on
backfiring like a ray-gun.
I ride off down the block
bravo someone hollers
as with clatter and bang
I follow on down the route
Oh yah freedom ahead
as my bike revs loudly
I chug-a-chug down
the famous route 66.
Old signs a-plenty
diners right out
of the fifty's line
good ole route 66
Categories:
revs, america, freedom, journey,
Form:
Verse
Abundant Autumn
Cooling air with colouring redder skies
Fooling landscapes upon marram lies
Fuelling frosted with dewed sunrise
Ruling leaves falling from revver highs
Deciduous trees succus leaving nectars
Mellifluous winds creating rotor sectors
Ambiguous pigments in sexes of hectares
Conspicuous colours within noon reflectors
Brown yellow pop orange magenta & blue
Countdown waiting Hallows Eve to Boo
Around hanging monsters of kook stew
Gown dressing ghouls amidst tenet view
Pies of pumpkins with evil olive inside
Skies Autumn puff up stretching wide
Prize setting sun top spot forever eyed
Rise blue heavens for we few of pride.
...much to my surprise, this Autumn Palindrome poem can be read backwards lol
...extremely difficult to compose, because of the restricting Palindromes
1.marram – a type of grass
2.dewed – past tense of "to dew", meaning to cover with dew
3.revver – someone or something that revs (an engine)
4.succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
5.rotor – something that rotates
6.kook – a crazy person
7.tenet – a belief or principle
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards.
Sept.26.2018
Palindromes II Poetry
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 1'st [2'nd of 8]
Categories:
revs, autumn, color, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Some dude from
vinyl city revs engine
of his dirt bike to the max
blasting the air
testosterone roars throughout
his every bone and fiber
broadcasting deafening
nauseating mating clear
*****sapien primal
(atavistic urge) culled dear
ring lee from bajillion
years old genealogy,
sans chromosomal
blueprint in heir
writ tens of thou
sands sieve generations
ah...momentarily, there
pervades a stillness,
which golden imponderable
silence savored heavenly,
gloriously, and fully with delight,
unsure when the next fume ming
fuel blast will excite
the truant high
school kid delinquent
stinting precious
education, viz flight
o' fancy to race beginning
at dawns early light
ear splitting unmuffled
noise pollution,
where exhaust smoke billows
akin to tethered kite
blending with rarified
atmosphere height,
as wisps snake
skyward eventually
getting dispersed amidst bright
amidst soundcloud
clear out of sight,
which brief interlude of quietude
near painful silence to bear
ah...thank dog the
wind in the willows
soon replete with blare
ring blitzkrieg bomb
bard ding doth declare
ring foolish time
wasting youth
desultory cavalierly,
blithely and aimlessly gear
rill less lee spinning away life
with nary a blues clues care!
Categories:
revs, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
SHE LOVES NASCAR
She loves NASCAR.
I prefer Gaugin or Renoir
but she loves NASCAR.
It's a southern fascination
as Dixie as Faulkner
or sweet potato pie.
I love NASCAR,
She squeals like tires burning,
out of breath.
The only thing that moves
like lightening in the south,
NASCAR.
Guys driving fast
making left hand turns.
I prefer the curves
in a Rodin,
the speed of a swallow’s flight.
She loves NASCAR.
Her eyes smoke
smiling like a checkered flag,
with spark plug laughter.
When the twisted wrecks
have been cleared.
the vroom of the engines still.
In bed,
In my arms she idles.
Her hair smelling of excitement
and exhaust.
I love NASCAR
Her engine revs
I whisper, we have
nothing in common.
Don't be silly
we both love Nascar.
She reaches for me
under the sheets.
GENTLEMEN START YOUR ENGINES!
She draws me inside,
A pitstop. I'm her one man pit crew
We both love NASCAR she sputters.
Yes but, not
for the same reason.
My key in her ignition.
My pistons pounding.
My gears shifting
My heart racing .
Yes, oh yes I love Nascar.
Categories:
revs, cute love,
Form:
Free verse
I can barely hear the sound of the engine of my favourite car
Through all that traffic, the cheerful laughter coming from the bar
I overhear parts of conversations on footsteps of passersby
The soles of their shoes bid my dying soul goodbye
I read an article about a successful business
On a torn newspaper six months behind my success
A hard pillow, my worldly belongings beneath my head
A ragged bag doubling as my wardrobe and as my bed
My stomach nags me to be fed like a neglected child
Bitter tears hurt the cracked skin around my eyelids
It’s been some days without a bite and strangely
Though starved, I have no appetite for food nor for life lately
I pass out and wake up to eyes staring back at me
I couldn’t sleep so I’m either dead or in a dream...
The scent of a half plate of food infront of me, “Are you hungry mister?”
I mutter something that scares them off like I’m a monster
The sun comming up warms my pale existence on the cold cement
Dewdrops on my face attempt to wash my darkened skin pigment
Full of earwax I can barely hear that engine again that revs
My pulse and I rise to my feet and shout, “I’m alive!”
Categories:
revs, car, life, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
See the black cat run, jump, slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher for life, the apex of its design, all built of little fur and bones, razors, a hunter in miniature.
A professional from birth. Cunning, slick, and sly. In the calculus of black cats that plot and destroy. Do they bring presents of dead mice, bird heads, and stranger things. Yes, they do! To there humans as tokens of respect and devotion…
But, all that fury and murder in a small cute four-legged form a furry little shadow within shadows, with big soulful eyes, they lay waste to your soul's ramparts and snuggle into a little furry ball of furies, as abyssal black stares back into your soul with twin pumpkin fire lights eyes of purrfect piercing design.
They express love without words. They slowly blink emerald eyes, a symbolism of that devotion, as a deep purr of a suttle silent little engine revs as you stroke the ferry beast as it is stretches and yaws, mouth of bright teeth, curls around feet down and hugs your hand as the little endless engine of furry fury cuddles and only just wants loves.
Such the duality of a thing and apex predator in a pint-sized puff ball. Of furry fury… A black cat is a shadow within a shadow running under your feet as you stumble to the restroom at midnight on Halloweens Eve.
They sit and watch the void above your head in the air of the unknown things best left unseen by humanity and only black cats can know. In correlation between black cats and their shadows, they know the unknown, unseen, and undreamed.
See the black cats run, jump, and slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher of life, the apex of its design, all built of little bones, razors, and furry furies.
Cunning, slick, sly as it curls itself around your heart, wanting cuddles, treats with slowly blinking eyes of love, and devotion in the way only a black cat can!
Categories:
revs, adventure, allegory, allusion, angel,
Form:
Free verse
When we start off
one rarely realizes
all the true scientific
downstream consequences
of our original acts
When we hear the key
click in the car's ignition
we know it revs up
the entirety of the
auto industry complex
When we go out
to the grocery and
we pick up dozens
of pretty plastic packages
this vaults the massive
merchandise market forward
When deniers proudly posit
Climate Change is cyclical
and can correct itself
then they claim that only
they see absolute answers
proofs of holy writs and works
just as science seems so
godless in their minds
When each misguided decision
begets further derision
begging rationalized conclusions
bringing on dire resolutions
When denial shrewdly spreads
it tortures the truth
basic beliefs get gleefully tossed
so human is our concern
we truly never do learn
that denial can be final
When intellectual infractions
can't weather weak actions
are actually appalling
to the masses befalling
those who huddle and muddle
trembling in their fears
When plunderers are parading
as species are fading
while insidiously invading
our innocence ever near
When putting denial on trial
cautious whispers little hissings
crossing corridors of debate
truth continually comes too late
a well-hidden worn word
is the one least often heard
hence hard logic gets slurred
woefully ends in the absurd
Categories:
revs, change, environment, fear, god,
Form:
Free verse
erotic red!
colored
partially unclad
barely a reveal
a pole dancer
standing provocatively
exposes the mold
dances the wall
on the lap of the paint
peeled raw to the grain
she tugs at your groin
rattles your pallet
revs the engine of your pristine thoughts
shoves your brain into the ground
erotic read!
Categories:
revs, red,
Form:
Free verse
OODLES OF KITTENS
our little nest
a bed and bathroom
a place where we’d shower and dress
and i pregnant oh my and yes
and those kittens my groom has spied
feeling compassion inside
as he revs up to play the dad
he pours a bowl of milk
for his furry friends
on this date so long ago
we are talking the 1900’s
(i regress)
and besides all of this
a doctor resolves
my groom must have
his tonsils removed
as we were in the armed forces
they sent him packing
hours away
and me being just a child bride
didn’t realize how serious
this operation would be
so he leaves me all alone
and i go on with my day
marching off to pay the bills
in darkness i return to our lonely nest
where little urchin kittens
have formed a dinner line
i can not honor their request
so i rush into my safe zone
while oodles of kittens
meow and curse
jumping at the window
clawing at the door
scaring me half to death
just then the phone rings
and my groom calls in agony
so alone and far away
when he hangs up
i call my mother
and bawl
telling her of kittens
and all of my woes
11/16/2016
Categories:
revs, cat, humor,
Form:
Narrative
Kicks tires
Checks wires
Full stop
Revs prop
Must heed
Airspeed
Thumbs up
Climbs up
No sweat
(Not yet)
Alas
No gas
In spin
Chagrin
No chute
Oh shoot
Bad day
Mayday
Crashed plane
On plain
Washout
No doubt
Categories:
revs, flying, humorous,
Form:
Footle