Best Sunroof Poems
Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof open,
(Annie Lennox groveling on the CD player),
reckless noon rays on my chin,
wind on ticklish, naked nape ...
Damn, who cares? I am 19 again?
Shuffling into the 7-Eleven Store
beside the Shell gas station
(With a free wind shield clean-up),
I draw out some bucks for a Philip Morris pack
and a two bottles of beer, plus a Dorito
( the barbecue flavor , please)…
Ain’t a drinker; a smoker on occasion,
but I feel like being reckless and
slightly rebellious ;
I lock the door prepping up for an untamed ride.
Grabbing a spray of cologne mist
and red-violet lipstick from the tote,
my irises roll from the lane to the side mirror,
as I slowly dunk the beer, icy and bubbly
zooming away with hands laughing on the wheels.
Nobody knows me in this place; my ribs shout silently:
This is just all for me; just now, I’ll be.
This is just between me and the edge of a free road.
This is about my navel breathing fire and ice,
It’s about touching danger fast without reason or fuzz
Because later, all this smooth craziness will soon pass.
Back to the same home trail, I rip the cigarette sticks,
slide the unused bottle in my bag
before wiping the red on lips with the Dorito foil…
“ Mommy, Mommy… where have you been?”
I smile as if my skin had chased a tornado…
Dumping the beer on the back porch,
My hand is cleansed by some kind of holy water,
And I start to hug my mischievous girl...
Then off I start to roll the plates on the sinking sink.
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Celebrating My Faves Contest
For Andrea Dietrich--Faved by Sponsor
Reposted 4/24/2016
She’s got an orange and a blue pair of shoes
That I love so much when she wears them
She looks great in her black coloured ear rings
It makes me want to ravish her
She looks great in anything
She’s I want a piece of fan ice
Now and then she’s moody
She’s a Saturn with a sunroof
With her black Afro hair blown
She’s a soft place to land
And a good feeling I know
She’s a warm conversation
That I wouldn’t miss for nothing
She’s a real fighter when she’s mad
And a lover when she’s loving
She’s the necessary evil
Like my old man would put it
She’s a cross between mystery & history
Every day as long as it’s a weekday
Then a church girl on Sunday
She’s a bubble bath of candy
‘Cause she’s too sweet to be true
She’s the giver of the covers
And my heart’s keeper
She’s my warm glass of wine
When she’s feeling kind of tipsy
She’s all the 3 wishes I want
From that genie in the lamp
She’s the picture in my wallet
She’s the hand that I’m holding
When I’m on my knees and begging
She’s my unborn children’s mother
She’s the poem that I’m writing
And the answer to my prayers
She’s the voice I’d love to hear
When I awake every morning
She’s the lips I’d want to smack
During a goodnight kiss
She’s the base drum beating
Way down in my chest
She’s that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Every day that passes
I only love her more and more
And she’s even the one
That I’d lay down my own life for
She’s everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
If I should talk about her
I’d never stop talking
Because she means the world to me
She’s everything to me
Inspired by She's Everything - Brad Paisley
I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to fly with Eagles...
I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I returned it was gone from its shelf.
I looked at the homeless woman
Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin,
I wanted to go through her satchel,
But I knew to ask would not be a win.
Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it,
Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame.
Just when I thought it could not get worse,
Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.
My Mate’s Car
It’s a limousine Cadillac with all the luxuries you would want. Check it out as he drives past. He has electric windows for hot July days. A digital stereo to blare his metal music out on front and back speakers, buck the old people! With a sunroof to chill with when out with his itch. When the sun dies darkness falls, ok! Got front fog lamps to dazzle other drivers. Baked up by levelling headlamps aimed rite into their eyes! With an adjustable steering wheel that gives enough room for his itch to fit snugly between his eggs to fix his rock. His doors are secure with central looking so no cop can stop the illegal act. What a machine!
If wishes were horses
We’d all take a ride and possibly this time
We could come inside
Without picking up a VD-in-the-box
Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox
Mind, body, soul, heart, head and feet
imprisoned deep
in a concrete complication of humiliation and revelation,
Pushed off bridges that cross
Dreams, desires, expectations . . .
Only to land in reality where we sleep with the fishes.
But who can sleep with the noise
Of bombs overhead
Dropping charges of illumination into
Each and every head
Casting shadows of scattered bones
That litter floors of our closets
Fears placed on display like
Vegas at night - Psychotic.
Riotous images of
Things left unsaid,
Things we wish were undone
Resonate in our heads - but
Let us pause to give thanks that only Pandora has the key to our
Recriminations and capitulations
Discriminations that inhibited associations
Humiliations that induced devastation
Prevented cross-pollination & stopped maturation
of our soul – God's creation . . .
As we view it through the keyhole of an air-tight little box
Reminders of the past the price we pay if it unlocks
The reminiscing turns broad highways into vicious stumbling blocks
With ghosts of roads not taken swarming round our heads in flocks
While blows of our poor choices, rain around our heads like rocks
But it is said that every virgin stoned has a chance to receive paradise
So we wish . . .
Hoping that God will swoop down in one big duex et machina with a
Diamond in the back
Sunroof top
Diggin’ the scene with the ability to save all the virgins
And through we sacrifice our happiness on altars of regret
There's no absolution
Because we won’t let go of our
Dirty little secrets
My "Blue" Equinox sitting in the driveway;
Can't wait to get in it and enjoy the day.
I am going to rev up the engine ride all over town,
To show off the "Blue" that I finally found.
I have wanted this SUV for a very long time,
"Blue" with tinted windows, a sunroof; that's the design.
When I see it sitting there on the lot;
I'll know it's the one, in it I'll look hot.
It's a shiny "Blue" that sparkles in the sun,
I'm going get into the "Blue"; let the sunroof back and have me some fun.
It has to be "Blue", it has to be hot,
It has to catch eyes at every stop.
It has to be a Chevy, 'cause that's my ride.
And when I get into the "Blue"; I'll be happy inside.
I love "Blue" it is a blessing for me;
Last year it was not under the Christmas tree.
It's still in my mind waiting to appear;
When I get into the "Blue" there will be a great big CHEER!!
Contest Sponsor Anthony Slausen
It's my circus and I'm the star
My damn mechanic can't fix my car
My sunroof leaks on the passenger seat
And my brake shoes are made from two left feet
My roof leaks and the water comes down
My wife is screaming, you can hear her down town
The oil burner's gone and the faucet is slow
But who gives a damn, it's still my show
My CD player keeps spitting my CD's back
In the bathroom sink, I found a hair line crack
My toilet a stolen and so on and so on
I'd investigate myself, but I'd have nothing to go on
My kids say "Dad, you gotta do something soon.'
I told them I am. I'm planning a trip to the moon
My garden is growing but I used the wrong seeds
I planted flowers but I'm growing weeds
The county just doubled my property tax
And my hedge looks like it was trimmed with an axe
I twisted my ankle, I'm in constant pain
But i'm still here so I can't complain
I'll have a few beers at a local bar
It's still my circus and I'm still the star
My wife's still screaming, you need to cut the grass
As soon as OPEC passes out free gas
It's way too high, up to the garbage can lids
I's okay, I can still see the kids
Lightning struck and my television caught fire
There was a nail found in my right front tire
There's a crack in the windshield of my car
But it's still my circus and I'm still the star
The priest stopped by to have the house blessed
I said please be careful, I think it's possessed
I'd set it on fire if I had a torch
The cat just peed on my back porch
I found a thumb tack in my bedroom slipper
We have a new neighbor, he's Jack the Ripper
But when I wake up the sun does shine
It's my circus and I'm doing fine.
i seem to remember
a sunroof sky
full of kanji and silk
wisteria dancing across the wind
my daughter laughing in that so saturated face
as friend and i sit down to a morning game
i swore i would take advantage of his saké rejuvenation
i seem to remember
the taste of my wife's lips
so sweet a touch of harmony
quickly replaced by the happy wet kiss of my child
giggling so to almost annoy
this fierce competition
my new pocket watch stating
with such fine western precision
you have time to champion
it's only
8:13
i seem to remember
wind chimes singing with laughter
and graceful chatter
that so rose to cacophony
as i anticipate movement
in this whirl and rash
of mans humanity
i seem to remember
a distant sound of wings
floating across this eastern sky
of eyes squinting to see
and my child suddenly
turning white
the brightest white
the hottest white
the darkest white
i shall never see…
i can't seem to remember
where i left my soul
i think it's where my shadow
left a halo
burned into the ground
It was just a 1964 Beetle
dressed in its finest
VW red;
the best car
on the road,
spin on a dime,
driv’in half a mile on fumes
with three spark plugs;
yes I said three spark plugs,
don’t you know the forth
wouldn’t stay plugged in,
it popped out every time and
rattled around instead.
Another mile and a half
of sheer magic
and all mine.
Her taste for winter spent
and the drip, drip, drip
of rain on my head
from the ripped sunroof;
frosted on the inside,
drive with one hand,
while you scrape frost
with the other hand,
but It’ll get’cha there
kind of car...
yeah it was mine,
my first car
oh, that power.
Some cars
do their duty
until the very end,
that’s a 1964 VW Beetle.
Cruising To Insanity
I did it! I finally got a newer car and I am very proud
Calling my friends and family now, to tell them so out loud
Its green, has a sunroof, just perfect, just for me
PT Cruiser is my car that has made me so very happy!
A little bit bumpy, but I’m told because it’s a box car
Don’t know if I could take, all that jumping if I drive far
What? A flat? I must have ran over glass or a nail
Will get it fixed because I don’t want to catch the train rail
Again? It’s flat? Well how can that be?
Don’t know why, maybe the tires are faulty
No, something’s wrong, this happens every week
Tires are good but there seems to be a slow leak
Maybe someone’s letting out the air in my tires
I wish they would stop because my temperature’s on fire!
Four times this month, I have to find the blue book
So I go to the computer just to take a look
Most complaints written, were about the tires losing air
Not my new baby that I was bragging about here & there!
Wow! There you go! This car had me saying profanity
But now I know it’s the tires, which had me cruising to insanity!
How I Miss You
By calling you on weekend
By reading your favorite novel
By eating your admirable dessert
By watching your left behind tv series
By trying to sleep on your sofa
By roaming around your apartment block
By cleaning your ever dirty sunroof car
By drinking your remaining bottles of wine
By walking on your office car park hoping to see you
By visiting the regular cafe of your choice in evenings
By admiring your favorite actresses with my friends
By writing letters to you never to be posted
By checking my emails wishing one to be yours
By praying to god to let us meet again
Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.
I was losing my voice
in crowd of maniacs.
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather.
Through cracked sunroof –
skull splinters into million heirlooms.
Fever climbs the feudals.
Why were you impatient with me?
I was narrating a shocking tale.
Frogs had acquired the land.
Plot was thickening every day.
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower
of meteorites in dark moonlight.
SATISH VERMA
Cruising for a bruising, I wreck my blue car.
It runs on regular with no gas gage, goes far.
She ran the yellow light at sixty. I went on green.
Her witness date, on same yellow light.
My car spun a one-eighty, went for four blocks.
Policeman who took me home. Later stood up
and vouched for me. The judge took witness.
Had to pay a fine. Never mind this injustice.
Orange Fiesta, rainy night. Truck passed.
Broadsided crash, totaled car. Sprained ankle.
Got new sunroof with the fix, instead of a check.
To Colorado it got me, when I escaped with kids.
White Saab, snow car. Exhausted was I
From night shift. Hit broadsided, blind hill.
Totaled car again. God loves me and my vehicles.
On my bicycle hit by another car. No scar.
Scary sometimes how God loves me.
Train coming down the tracks, no gates.
Music loud, didn't hear blow. Stopped cause God
Told me so. So on and on I go in another car.
Past winters were extremely harsh
and driving my green Honda was tough;
it's certainly not a luxury car...
whenever I go, it gets me far.
Once it broke down in a parking lot
near Kennedy International Airport;
and I lost a good day's work
by making me feel like a real jerk!
The check light came on, it needed repairs immediately...
do you know how much it cost me?
Almost a thousands dollars, plus the headache it gave me!
But until now it has run perfectly!
I hate riding my green Honda in the evening breeze
when the pollen from the trees make me sneeze;
I should close my sunroof, roll up all windows...
but I wouldn't be racing with the warm wind like cowboys!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Brown Carol's contest,
" My First Car "