Fender Poems | Examples

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Seen On My Walk

Seen on my walk – a delivery truck
Was being unloaded. One box
Was plunked on the ground; some may be out of luck
For its eggs might have suffered some shocks.

Another block on, there was parked on the street,
With a fender that suffered a wham!
A new pick-up truck named, just to make it complete,
In big letters, you guessed it – a RAM!

Saw three pickleball games and a guy with green hair – 
Just a typical 6 a.m. sight.
In the city, no matter the time, you’ll be where
Something’s sure to surprise or delight.

Premium Member purty prance'er

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              go 'head baby doll
                  whilst  pluck
                             i 
              out uh tune fer yuh

                 go 'head luvah
                  whilst i strum   
                     his   fender
                          ol'
                          and you dip

                   go 'head girl
                    mine muse
                   fuzzy flower
                mine           attention
                       constant 
                     bailar bella

Don't Call It A Poem

It could be mistaken for a shopping list,
or a set of instructions
for assembling a bookshelf,
but you had to go and call it a poem!

Eventually you learn
by the daily application of ignorance and error,
to ride a poem as if it were a unicycle
even so, the larger the wheel
the greater the chance
of a slow-motion fender-bender.

Unless you want to be metaphorically crucified
or theoretically burnt at a stake
for God’s sake don’t give this thing that you do
any kind of definitive name.

Hinged or unhinged they are most often
just thoughts squiggling up to a surface
like worms after a heavy rain,
simply deconstructed word-worms,

but that’s okay
you already said that,
so now you can look cool
and kind of a deep thinker.


Premium Member Mourning Reflection

I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet

With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way

Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender

Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
As I dodged a mounted fender fellow and lived to tell the tale

Perhaps because the Universe expands beyond our ken
We can't escape the breakneck pace that plagues the mass of men

I'm thankful now, at this remove, I did not join the glass
And stopped to think…  and it's the key…  to not let this thought pass

Premium Member Tequila Sunrise

UP, and away I go, Hello Mexico!

It's my annual Vacation.

Those Frequent Flyer miles sure saved my Cash,

Except from Thirst and Starvation!

Round ended, Well blended, Senoritas,

There'd be no Fender I'd pass!

Mary Jane and Three more Margaritas,

AAH! It's Splendor in the Grass!

nurseries green and pennies brown

hello brother,
 irish hearing of translations

in american creole we leave, ears are not left nor right
they perk and grass talls to a tickling memory for running up to the hairs of trigger
trigger is limber and frequiently as december
bestow herselfish visits when attendants of time
dare not his fender
his fender glides in names as thumper
neither care to scamper yet both shall parent springs


Premium Member Rudolf's Broken Leg

It was December twenty-fourth
when Rudolf went on a bender.
This red-nosed hero from the north,
a lousy driver, drink did render.

He went out on a tear
and rammed into Blitzen's fender.
Santa was in despair
Rudy broke his leg, needed a public defender.

Rudolf's gal said she'd guide the sleigh,
though she was another gender.
Now, Saint Nick was on his way,
when Rudolf, he did lend her.

Premium Member We Cannot Take Passengers

We cannot take passengers mice cautioned me
But the blue spotted frog was desperate you see
Hang on to the fender, I told him in the kindest way
Thanks for the ride! He said. You have made my day!

A miniature chickadee swooped down from her perch.
We are delivering groceries! Yelled out the grouchy mouse Berch.
It is okay, I told him as long as we get it all delivered today.
We picked up six more passengers before the end of the day.

Premium Member A Tall Tale From a Short Woman

We were all on a turquoise moped on Interstate 635.
Mr. P.U. Fancy Pants Panda of course, got to drive.
He is arrogant, and thus is always the boss.
This was stated firmly by my pal Ross

Ross cannot drive, he is way too nervous and tall.
His hooves also land on both pedals, no help at all.
Meerkat is hanging on the fender by his tippy toes.
Snowy owl is getting exhaust fumes up his delicate nose.

Wait! Someone said, doesn’t an owl have a beak?
This made panda angry, he had given no one permission to speak.
Quite a day on the road with the gang who escaped from Michigan.
If you call me up on the phone, I can tell you this whole story again.

Last Riff

Pounding each key
like a Fender Rhodes
the computer bent and wailed
Bits and bytes
of encrypted language
messages derailed

Memory freezes
last chance rebooted
restart zero-sum
The riff uncapped
its printout fading
—typeface on the run

(The New Room: 8/6/2023)

The Last Stag

He ventured from
 the wooded square acred forest that remained
  in search of food and a companion or two,
there was neither;
 down along the rows of $600, 000 homes,
  5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child
fenced in against the surrounding world,
 traveling along, alone on  a desolate
  macadam paved roads
and the concrete stepping stones
 that ached 
  in the touch on his swollen hooves;
it was the three o'clock hour
 the darkness surrounding the early morning hours,
  no traffic sounded on the pavement,
he stepped cautiously listening
 straining to reach the other side
  as the car reared its fender against him
it raced away pushing him to the curb
 where he lay slowly dying
  stretching his life into extinction
lost to the progress of mankind.

Premium Member Life's Ups and Downs - and Ups

I went to a museum Saturday
enjoying art with daughter, friend, and wife.
It was our daughter's 30th birthday-
a lovely way to celebrate her life!
Then clouds descended on our afternoon.
Discovering, returning to my car
some driver turned the corner far too soon
and mashed my fender, leaving a black scar.
But, lest the hit-and-run scar irritate,
two witnesses displaying kindness, wrote
the color, model, make, and license plate,
and left it on my windshield as a note.
Discouraged by one driver's thoughtlessness
Encouraged by two witnesses' largesse.

written 3 Apr 2023

Premium Member Delighted Plight-

Delighted in sight
Breathing the night
Movement in flight 
Come on with it
This isn't that
Not quite right, what is it?
That that's diabolical 
I'm fortunate Angelic 
Endeavor and Fender 
Demons devoured heavily

3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23

1950 To 1959

I am Eisenhower builds the 
Interstate highway. 
   I am polio vaccine that 
Saves the day. 

   I am the energy of civil 
Rights. 
   I am the first transcontinental 
Flight. 

   I am the Rosenbergs guilty they 
Get the death sentence. 
   I am Elvis rocking, 
You can feel his presence. 

   I am a disc-jockey who terms 
The word rock n roll. 
   I am NASA created, can we get 
A drum roll. 

   I am the baby-boom era at  
It's peak. 
   I am Rosa Parks not giving up 
Her seat. 

  I am the first episode of leave 
It to beaver. 
   I am the TV remote control 
Receiver. 

   I am the first passenger jet 
Airline. 
   I am Winston Churchill when 
He resigns. 

   I am Barbie and the hula 
Hoop. 
   I am DNA discovered the 
Double-helix loop. 

   I am the first credit card 
And solar-cell. 
   I am super-glue and the 
Birth-control pill. 

   I am the new rhythm 
And blues. 
   I am Elvis in Blue suede 
Shoes. 

   I am a fender electric 
Guitar on scene. 
   I am Chuck Berry and 
Maybellene. 

   Turbo1904

The Police and Johns Memory

The police made John jog his memory 
“Was the car actually a Camry?”
John delayed, then got free cigarette 
Of a brand prized above his Lovette.
And he didn’t hear his voice drop “Yes...” 
Before a second thought’s “More or less.”

“Heh! You’ve got my Benson ’n’ Hedges; 
Quit building round your answers hedges?”

“Actually, Cop, an off-white Nissan 
With blood stains that still give me concern”
“So, then it’d made you touch its Fender 
For which, now, you need Good Defender”
“You’ve guessed I’m not A Real Offender”
“Also guessed, for now, The Offender”
“Means I should hate Law of Evidence”
“...Also, your Forgetful Imprudence”

“Hope  this won’t be reaching the BBC?”
“Sorry, She minds what blokes hear and see!”.

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