Peace Car Poems

My Best Mechanical Friend

You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.

It’s three...

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May   2051

Damali was preparing for the big event
Beginning today "12:30 bright and
Early like my Dad said". Damali 
Was thinking. DJ was on video...

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Always trying to please
Such a tease
Thinking you need them more
Got you walking the floor
Something you think you can't do without
Makes you pout
Walk by and they...

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That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…

But Bruce had not wanted...

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As I sit in my car 
Reclined in my seat
Doors locked, lights dimmed
My four wheel retreat
Nestled in darkness
Just breathing for sound
I duck from their headlights
I...

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On my way to work this morning,
Sandwiched between two perverts,
I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky;
Someday, I will be out of this bus!

Standing...

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I’ve written enough small poetry
to start a nuclear war.
Do you want to die in traffic
behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp...

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I shift the car into drive 
it slides into the vast 
mystery of night 
far down the road passes
A road less traveled by the masses...

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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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Lounging on the back seat,
Nodding to some beat;
Cozied up against the chill,
Head on the window sill;
Lyrics on the lips,
In between the sips;
Road Lights burning bright,
Behind...

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whiskers slowly twitch
           velvety breaths in the soft might 
     ...

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So stately behind the wheel
That old Cortina could have been a Rolls
The engine chugged
To the beat of your heart
Slow and steady
Making the drive home last
Captain...

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I don't know when the wind 
first spoke to me...
perhaps when I was three
and I sat mesmerized by
kitchen curtains dancing on the breeze

or maybe when...

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Sunday driver, 
with leather driving gloves at 10 to 2 upon the wheel. 
Walnut dashboard polished bright, with wife bedside in Sunday hat, 
both Singing...

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I’m Back

I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois.
Safe travels and great
Time on the I-55 time machine.

Old friends came along with me,
Smells of hot
Rubber, and...

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