Freedom Car Poems

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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the past revisited 

He was going back to his home in a tiny village from 
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate...

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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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Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going...

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It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
She’s speeding down the highway, with the wind in her hair

It’s a muscle car, a...

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Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the...

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I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?

When my foots on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster,...

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They all saw him gun it down the freeway
                ...

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Bones of love that were ground
Spinning between worlds
Only seeing through memory

Locked into seriousness by a perception
Playful spirit awaiting realms to explore
Whimsical freedom can be found...

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Candy

The box... is full of chocolates, 
a delight to the senses
unleashed by taste buds
in our mouth. 
We think about the first bite, 
we dwell upon...

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Remember your very first car?
The freedom, the unlimited joy?
You felt like an adult, not a girl or boy!

It took minutes to get anywhere.
The library, the...

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Buying a car

I have read and published some of my old poems
what I write these days is more about the everyday
Gone has the mermaid in...

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My wife and I cruised with assorted car clubs several time per year for a few decades, it's a wonderful way to spend idle time...

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Three winters ago I had my fill of the snow
My travel's through the Midwest have been a race
Keeping the cold behind me, not losing a...

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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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