Best Thunderbird Poems

I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told. 
About a mighty being eastward 
With arcing wings of gold.  
Its breath alone...

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A Mustang and a Thunderbird tangled

   Both automobiles were badly mangled

      When the cops sorted it out

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Effervescent elation arises and dances to ancient echoes; the rhythm of the drums heartbeat.  
Champagne notes bubble into the night sky; night music of...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or...

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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am

He was the last of his kind and it was known.

Some dated him one hundred years...

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Native American collage





Traditional tribals that followed Sioux religion,
Had spiritual beliefs
performed controversial dance ceremonies,
Waken- the great spirit
was one universal source,
Mother Earth birthed all
animals, plants and humans,
Black...

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After the world has bottomed you up
like a brown bag, no label wine.
All. Day. Long.
Plopping your worn glass, 
empty, on a Whirlpool cardboard box...
Absorbing, drying
all...

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The bikies are in town today
 Least they're trying to make us think so
 I know different
 Thunderbirds, they really are
 FAB Virgil
 I heard...

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My history beckons like the Prairies
Dry towns. Cute and fierce,
	Fearless and enslavement,
As the likeness on the Platte,
	The Powder, the Niobrara, 
	the Tongue, the Snake,
The Yellowstone,...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a...

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mountains sip coffee
from the cup of Thunderbird 
smell of gasoline

smog










haiku+a bonus word...

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Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words

slowly they float down landing...

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(On May 1 1960, at the very depth of the
Cold War, CIA pilot Gary Powers was shot
down over the central USSR.  Here we are
imagining...

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Wine –O Pete and Peggy
They nursed their bottles
Like a mom nurses her newborn

Magic was inside their bottles of wine
A drink or two washed away their...

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Off to the junkyard we go.
The racing season is over.
Must build a car for next year.
Let's see what sitting over yonder.

Like I've woken from a...

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