My family is a car,
It runs smoothly if all are present
My dad is the engine, strong and smooth
He runs the car and is the powerhouse.
Without him, the car would stall
Because he makes the decisions
And he runs the household
My mom is the wheels
She drives the car
To wherever it is needed
She checks the decisions and has her say
So to question her is a nay
Because without the wheels, the car can’t go
My grandmother is the windows
She gives us advice
Whenever needed, she lets the air flow
So we can think clearly
Thanks to her wisdom
My brother is the brakes and accelerator
Because he’s the youngest
When he’s hyped, the car speeds across
But when he’s sad, the car slows down to a halt
So, that little mood meter is just as important
Then there’s me
I’m the other stuff
The seats, the lights, the comfort
Without me, the car won’t feel like a car
Because I help make the car feel like home
So my family is in a car,
Run’s smooth if we’re all present
We need each other, just as much as ourselves
The morning started with a heavy hum,
the road ahead felt gray and steep.
My eyes were stinging, salt and numb,
with tears that I could barely keep.
I pressed the pedal, reaching for the floor
but the steel felt hollow, wanting more.
The car ahead slammed down their light,
I pumped the rhythm, heart in throat.
A second’s flash of sheerest fright,
the distance narrowed like a sinking boat.
My brakes had vanished, thin as morning mist,
a jagged ending to a day’s dark twist.
But Grace was riding in the passenger seat,
I missed the bumper by a breath of air.
My life is like those brakes, worn and beat,
yet God was holding every frayed-out snare.
I’m safe, I’m home and though the bill is steep,
I’m just glad it's the car—not my soul—
that's in for a heap.
Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning
music playing
the kind the soothes the soul
water flowing
the flow that frees the innocence in the air
the cherry lemonade is just the right amount of cool
mother nature's presentation is the perfect mellow mood
time has decided to take an elongated siesta
the birds are all united and happy
no sirens are blaring
no dogs are barking
all the bills are paid
it's my first day off work today
there is money still left in my paycheck
to hell with spending more right now, i am fully unpluggin'
the james gang and the grateful dead are both in my head
however, i wanna put that don williams song on that i like so much
i believe too, and God is Blessing me for it
what makes me happy furthermore is knowing that i am not the only one
then i pray for those who beg to differ
rooster wakes the dawn
sound of hens fluttering wings
tender grass springs out
4/25/2020
Poetry Contest: Morning Praise
Sponsored by: Raul Moreno
She jumped on my hand.
She slammed her foot on my head.
I decided to retaliate,
So now she is…..
Signed: The Vindictive Brakes
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Pre-chorus #2: You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you
make me feel like nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words
pierced me like a pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were
innocent like a newborn infant)
I feel this strange insecurity & hopelessness
Why are you looking for traumatizing troubles and countless commotions?
Give me a second to breathe in and out & step out of the abyss
The tears are drowning my eyes…is there any healing potions?
Give me an excuse or a reason
To overcome these waves of emotions
Stop making me feel sorry for your mistakes
Stop blaming me for your crimes..your terrible crimes
I’m not guilty for your wrongs or your lies – hit the brakes!
I’ve paid the price and rolled the dice countless times
No Brakes At Forty
No Brakes at forty, I got to stop. It starts to rain
and I'm on the freeway. I see a car that got too
close, but I can't stop. I push the brake, but it don't
work.
I start to panic, what can I do? I thought I knew,
but my brakes won't come through. I see a car that's
up ahead - I thought OH no , if I hit it - I'm dead.
I looked behind, I looked around. I see an exit, I turn the
wheel and out I go. Believe it or not - but I was now going
slow. I knew then that I was safe. I now knew that one way
or another my car would stop...
06/08/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo.
Note: Sometime back I was challenge to
write a poem with just the title. This is what I
came up with....
brakes screech -- a large ginger cat runs across a road
for Constance's monoku contest, 15th December
In a world that is just Go, Go, Go
sometimes I have to yell "Slow, Slow, Slow"
A sunrise is slow, so is the sunset
for everyone rushing you should let,
the colors trap you like a fish in a net.
Today youth wants age, and Age wants youth
Look All the make-up creams as my proof
My brother is so small, but he can't wait,
until he blowing the candles to his 18th cake
I tell him, "It's okay to pump the brakes."
See, rith now it's fine for you to play in dirt
Years later, you'll cuss when it's on your shirt
The bills on the counter will make you grow enough
and empty gas tanks makes life really rough
Not to mention filling the house with expensive stuff.
They say life is highway, no it's the autobahn
you have to cut people off just to get on
Nowadays it's give me, give me, then let me take
slow down everyone, please pump the brakes
One day, there'll be no more birthday cakes.
Silent empty train,
Lush warm body presses mine
Slow down or derail
Eyelashes flutter
Blue eyes flash intense passion
Too late now, no brakes
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Close your eyes and hold on
Because there are no seat belts
On this roller coaster called Life
I think of you
in starry nights,
and if the last train passes,
I will wait.
And even in the darkest night
is somewhere
light,
not only shade.
Memories will sometimes fade,
but will not die.
And when the night has come,
your dreams will bring them back
and let them fly.
When daylight breaks,
the early morning sun
throws golden showers
and awakes,
and leave you in a joyful state
of morning songs and flowers.
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