The band plays joyously,
The fun fair is in full swing.
We walk along the promenade,
Stopping every few footsteps
To hail old friends and make some new.
Then from across the street
She sees a lifelong friend
She crosses quickly, unaware
That someone mad is driving
His newly bought Chevrolet.
The screech of tyres shattering the joy of the fair.
The immortal scythe descended
And death claimed its mortal dues.
I stand, dumbfounded, eyes filled with tears.
salty crescent nuts
bride and groom on wedding cake
purple and green mints
crepe paper streamers
super romantic first dance
silver disco ball
branson honeymoon
tin cans tied to Chevrolet
happy beginnings
the gossip goes that the lad O'Shea
stands accused of mischief and horseplay
worse ~ caught righthanded at the town café
looking for a quick and easy payday
now he's laying low in some forsaken hideaway
waiting to make a swift getaway
trying his best to outrun judgment day
in his best friend's brand new Chevrolet
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cracked dusky humid industrial decay
Perched crows survive death of abandoned Chevrolet
A testament of humanity’s constant change
Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should.
See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way.
But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights.
So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights.
The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend.
When you see him, blow some smoke rings up in the wind.
Cigarettes are sensual, and they will make you look Kool.
Have one lit up and ready at all times; it is the 50's cigarette rule!
Rain hitting the windshield
The sound very soothing, speaking with every drop
Hypnotizing to my eyes and ears
Here to wash away angry thoughts
Mimicking my present tears
Wind slightly rocks my Chevrolet
Inviting the wind as I crack my window
It runs past my face
Cooling my temper with ease
A light mist tagging along to assist
Done crying, done being angry
Think i'll stay until the rain passes
Kicking an empty beer can,
right down the middle of main street.
Taking time to stop and talk,
to any friends that I might meet.
Hey Red Rover, Red Rover,
come on over if you’re not scared.
Spin the bottle, take my chance,
trying for the girl with red hair.
With an ice-cold Coke and a,
grape pixie stick for us to share.
Walking on the hot steel rail,
with no shoes and never a care.
Why is your beer so yellow,
cause it’s filled with vitamin Pee.
Pass me another cold one,
anyone seen that darn church-key.
‘57 Chevrolet,
bright cherry red and blazing fast.
Cruise the square and Burger bar,
trying hard to make the night last.
Steering wheel in my left hand,
the other around your shoulder.
Planning for a life we’ll share,
together when we are older.
Garage filled with minivans,
children’s toys scattered on the yard.
Have those few hours between,
work and bed always been this hard.
This heat makes it hard to breathe,
as summer forces us to hide.
Sit in air-conditioning,
and never stick our nose outside.
Napping in our rocking chairs,
eyesight dim and hair faded gray.
I know that I have been blessed,
to share with you those summer days.
YOU HELD ON,
THEN YOU LET GO.
HARD TO SWALLOW
WHEN YOU EAT CROW.
SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS TO
QUESTIONS NEVER ASKED.
SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE WHO
WEARS NO MASK.
YOU PULLED ME IN,
THEN THREW ME AWAY.
I GUESS IT WAS HARD TRYING TO
BE GAY.
IN MY DEEPEST, DARKEST DAYS
AND HOURS.
I WATCHED MY LOVE FOR YOU
STEW AND SOUR.
I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE FREE
OF MY MIND?
NO MEMORIES OF A LOVE I SAW
AS SUBLIME.
MANY PEOPLE WALK IN AND OUT
OF MY ROOM.
IT’S INTENSE HERE INSIDE OF
MY TOMB.
FOR TWO YEARS IT’S COLD, DARK,
CONSTANT RAIN.
I WELCOME ALL TO MY
HOUSE OF PAIN.
MY MIND IS CLOUDED,
MY HEART BLEEDS.
DEPRESSION SETS IN,
AT MACH-SPEED.
I’M DRIFTING UNSURE OF
MY DIRECTION.
MY FLAWS WERE EXPOSED AND ALL
MY IMPERFECTION.
YOU SAID FOREVER,
THEN RAN AWAY.
I STILL SEE RED TAIL-LIGHTS
FROM YOUR CHEVROLET.
I’M SCARED OF BEING PULLED,
DOWN AND UNDER.
A SIDE-EFFECT OF LOVING SOMEONE
THEY CALL THE HUNTER.
TURBO1904
This rag-taggle crew climbed out of a Chevrolet car.
We can’t read a map, they said, and we are going far.
Who is your brightest thinker? I asked. Who could I teach?
They all began to holler “That would be our orangutan Peach.”
Peach sauntered in and gave me the famous thinker’s pose.
I bet you didn’t think it was me, he said. He wore really tight clothes.
Can you read the map for them? I asked. Are you going quite far?
I will try, he told me. But it might be difficult. I am driving the car.
cuckoo for Coco Puffs
Plop plop fizz fizz
bibbity bobbity boo
See the USA in a Chevrolet
Winston tastes good
Like a
Knock Knock
cigarette should
I miss the fifties and sixties
Jingle Bells, shotgun shells,
Rabbit got away,
O what fun it is to ride
In my beat-up Chevrolet, [hey!]
(repeat)
Racing down the road
We’re on a gleeful ride,
My special girlfriend Fay
Is sitting by my side,
The car is making noise
The road is slick with ice,
We slipped into a snowy ditch
And rested on our side.
Jingle Bells, shotgun shells
Rabbit got away,
O what fun it is to ride
In my beat-up Chevrolet, [hey!]
(repeat)
written December 24, 2021
[The chorus is an adaptation I recall from
childhood. The verse is entirely original.]
We come together as a family; my friends and me.
Each bringing what we said we would.
Two or three bringing extra things that are duplicates.
Six people, and we have three pumpkin pies.
Hilarious! We laugh about it.
Everyone talks at once, telling the same stories.
We pause at the same times, ask the same questions.
Laugh with appreciation, pretending we have never heard them.
We are friends, who have formed a family.
For our families are young, doing young people things.
We are older, and have more in common because of it.
We talk about the original Saturday Night Live shows.
We start 1950 commercials and finish them for each other.
“Plop plop fizz fizz……………………………….oh what a relief it is!”
“See the USA in a ……………………………………Chevrolet!”
We have made Thanksgiving into a family event.
Our family, the family of friends.
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Stepping aside for a small field spider,
walking across a barren country road,
I snatched a reed to hurry it along,
to save it being squashed by a car tire's load.
Yet traffic these days was light and easy.
Few wagons, if any, rambled through this way.
A hot sunny day, no reason to rush.
Yet I feared the onslaught of a Chevrolet.
The spider scurried off into the side brush,
without a complaint, or "Hey! What's the rush?"
I, somewhat red faced, found no apology,
for my behavior and the dread within me.
Teddy was a celebrity for being so silly,
he whistled at sexy girls strolling by;
he leaned against his brand new Chevrolet
smoking a cigarette to lure pretty Bridget!
He wished she would sit in his lap and laugh,
making his friends jealous and despite his stupidity
nobody dared to say how crazy he was...
carrying on with his delusion and vanity;
would the kiss her on the lips with that smelly breath?
Could a girl want a guy who told lies?
Teddy was a celebrity for being so silly,
he was always in charge showing superiority;
was it his good looks or his undebatable imbecility?
Plenty of girls fell for his charm and claimed insanity!
His last conquest wasn't such a win, but such an endless misery;
the poor girl got pregnant by him, that's when the trouble began;
you think he would care and hold his baby,
be proud of him and call him his son?
Oh, Teddy straighten up your act
and take all responsibility,
each man must do his part;
they need you: family is togetherness!
You are essential to their happiness,
love them and they'll love you back!
Ocean City Chevrolet:
JILL,
Your requested appointment was scheduled!
Thank you
Your Service Consultant is: Bobby Leonard
Your appointment date is: 02/24/2021
Your appointment time is: 09:00a
Please pull your vehicle into the service lane when arriving,
come under the canopy and into the building through the
garage door. Bobby Leonard will be ready to assist you.
Jill Webster Horn
Oh, well brake light is coming and ABS automatic Brake System
and skid icon
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