Flower Car Poems

Watching people like it’s sport
Amber smile the winning sort
Lovely lips repeat a joke
Laughs on cue as you hope
Fuchsia fears hidden well
Looking for exit despite sitting...

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The Busy Office

In the busy office, where the papers fly
And the typewriters clack their endless song
There is no room for beauty or for joy
But only...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an...

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Her curves are seductive,
Her purr radioactive
Quite the lady by day, sultry vixen at night,
A head turning beauty, a heart stopping sight.

She's no wilting flower, alluring...

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Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~

Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw...

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My first foray onto the stage my freshman year
I played the part of a journalist in only one scene 
so I understood why no one...

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Long, winding gravel driveway
  decrepit old Mercury station wagon
    parked there
    doors unlocked
    those big...

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We always spent the day before a show in preparation,
There always seemed so much to do to get the car in shape,
But all the work...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Hot, smokey cars calmly grab and old, fast car.
Where is the dusty roads?
The sun flower loudly fights the rain;
O, exhaustion!
The rain runs like a hot...

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Hold no secrets
yet they unlock doors
so that one may escape
fools dancing on clouds...

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Sugar drops and colored gumballs,
An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop!
Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames,
Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway...

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The first poem

I am a woman in mid life now.
finding myself pensive and reflective.
Working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.
Then a poem pulls...

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I alight from my parked car 
Ecstatic at the fragrance
Of my night jasmine bowers
Guarding my iron gate

The aromatic tree is a perfumery
At midnight it starts...

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there once was a thief from chile

who liked to drink milk with a lilly

well the judge was aghast

examining his past

but decided he was just silly.
...

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