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Carburetors Poems - Poems about Carburetors

the guessing game

...What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common?
Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats,
Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights.
I start to wind down on my guesswork.
He does not...

Categories: carburetors, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Carburetors and Kittens

...Seated in a coffee-shop
an extra-large with hot milk
and a slice of decadence
await her indulgence
she leans forward
and spontaneously reacts
to her companion’s 
whispered observation
rose-re...

Categories: carburetors, feelings,
Form: Prose Poetry

Arm Wrestling With Fate

...My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the branding iron scars...

Categories: carburetors, how i feel,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Mom

...MOM

Mom is for helping you into your seat and helping you out of tall trees
Mom is for bumps, bruises and scratches on your knees

Mom is for cooking meatloaf, corn and mashed potatoes
Mom is ...

Categories: carburetors, mom,
Form: Couplet

Behind the Chainlink Fence

...Behind the fence, not there to play, two junkyard dogs are on the prey
Engines scrapped, and fenders bent, and shattered glass now pays the rent
Heavy pedals, limp and wasted, ...

Categories: carburetors, car,
Form: Acrostic

Sometimes the News Bugs Me

...Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me

July “57, in Hasting Minnesota
Fish flies flew in way over their quota
They covered the roadways
They covered the bridges
They ...

Categories: carburetors, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Mom

...Mom is for helping you into your seat and helping you out of tall trees
Mom is for bumps, bruises and scratches on your knees

Mom is for cooking meatloaf, corn and mashed potatoes
Mom is for hel...

Categories: carburetors, mother
Form: Couplet

Weak

...Hummed inside carburetors,
like lungs do to lullabies, 
I grasped my whitened vertebrae, 
and crumpled it up 
as if I were child without a spine. 

 Like papyrus on a good day, 
I scribbled ab...

Categories: carburetors, sad, social, teen, ,
Form: Free verse