Teen Car Poems

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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Dear Toy Car
dear car toy of mine 
Come back from where ever you are hiding
Wheater in closet 
Or in bucket
I remember your wheezing moves around...

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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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Little Jimmy was a eight-teen-year-old wild teenager
He had a souped-up Dodge Dart and ate day old bagels
At the dark in the park he would race...

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I got my drivers license!!!!

Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom. 
The second school ends, I reach for the keys, 
like a seedling stalk...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like...

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hot teen
he's keen

fog's in
no sin

parked car
see stars

soft tunes
he croons

french kiss
hot miss

neck marks
so dark

his lips
lush grips

glass steams
my dream




       September 27,...

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MY FIRST OF WHEELS



Remember that sense of freedom?
Your keys, you free, in your very own teen-aged kingdom.

If older, like me, seats then, were made of...

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My father died when I was seven.

Like a girl in a museum I'm drawn to his pictures - those inadequate reproductions hypnotize me

What can pictures...

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hugs


Sue’s  vacant eyes fill with  tears
as she hugs his threadbare teddy bear,
her only son’s been dead two years
the guilt she feels is beyond...

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You and your Road Rage
   Should be locked in a cage
Way back in the Stone Age
   You blacken the Space Age

Each...

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Here's a tale of a white Chevy Corvair, I car I'll never forget
   Repossessed from a gypsy, I'd be willing to bet...

On a...

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I saw her as we were driving…she was rusty, dented…out of place
But even with weeds growing all around her I saw pride upon her face.

I...

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An old hulk sitting on barren land.
Many times it was sold and bought.
A '32 Ford Five Window,
now all rusted and left to rot.

At one time...

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Maybe
Baby

Young cad
Is dad

Leaves her
For Fleur!

Teen mum
So glum

Up duff
Feels rough

Loo quick...
She’s  sick

Huge tum
Soon mum

Wide girth
For birth

Can’t sleep
Counts sheep

Morning...
Yawning

Foods spurn...
Heartburn 

Feels pain
Again

Again
More pain

Babe due
Needs loo

In rush
Must...

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