September 4th, 1957 was Ford’s “E-Day”.
Ford had hyped up propaganda for their Edsel for a year.
The consumers were in a frenzy to buy one.
Edsel was overpriced, poorly made, and it was a recession.
The car’s grille was enormous, because it was vertical.
The critics said it looked silly, and the consumers believed them.
Eighteen versions of the Ford Edsel were unheard of at that time.
This program cost Ford Company two hundred and fifty million dollars.
A 1957 Edsel in good shape today could cost around $47,000.
Back in the day the versions with all the bells and whistles were $4700.
So if you have one, you might be able to recoup your loss.
But you still might hear people make fun of the silly grill.
Categories:
grille, car,
Form: Prose Poetry
once a young pumpkin named bill
yearned for a bigger life thrill
though lacking in feet
he'd roll down a street
into the nearest car grille.
Categories:
grille, giggle, halloween, humor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Cowboy rides horse cowboy boots in stirrups
Cowboy hat waving in hand, yeehaw it’s grand,
Cowgirl is on the range! Lasso by corral
Appaloosa horse hurrah! Glad he’s a cowhand.
Dreaming of equipage horse-drawn
Carriage with attendants at wedding,
Hoedown rootin’ good time with
Root beer float, now kiss bride in west heading.
Galloping palomino golden tan coat
Rapid pace fast on each stride,
Cream-colored mane and tail fly high
Fair beautiful daughter sure and firm in abide.
Stagecoach rolls on by, near town Apache Junction
Locomotive sporting cowcatcher grille,
Black Stallion feisty and alive; husband’s
Love abounding in firm steadiness still.
Texas longhorn cattle cowherd on the range
Equestrian horseback riders like cowhide,
Head ’um out, move ’um out, rawhide! Open land wander and graze
Riding habit outfit, western sunset love now wide.
Categories:
grille, america, daughter, horse, love,
Form: Rhyme
Spend, spend, spend, spend
Buy whatever you crave
It's old-fashioned to save
You might wait 'til your grave-
stone is finished before you've enough
for that fancy house on the hill
or the antique car with the wide grille
Why overstress? You've got all your stuff...
You might want to turn my voice down
But Dad won't always be around
to pay off those credit hounds
or foot the bill for nursing care
'til you're laid in the ground
Categories:
grille, car, desire, future, house,
Form: Rhyme
Os portões da mudança só podem ser abertos de dentro para fora.
The gates of change can only be opened from the inside out.
I went inside of what they call a heart.
The dull twilight was covering the jail,
The labyrinth of corridors for dwarfs..
I had to bend my back to pass tunnel.
I saw the hall all stuffed with machines
With walls so stained with not drying blood
That hardly could reflect the external screams.
Just sending out an unclear thud.
The cell was tight.. It had all the comfort
Of habit.. Still the door was locked,
The window had grille, view was distorted
All what I saw was looking like bad joke..
The Victim.. - I refused believe in what I saw.. –
.. was free! - Not shackled with a chain,
No irons held him, fancy fetters though
On heavy head supporting horror feigned.
Whomever was ‘creator of the jail
The principle of how to open a door
Was plain and simple such as always they’ll
‘So podem ser abertos d’dento para fora’.
Categories:
grille, heart,
Form: Lyric
The best
I did.
The wounds
I hid.
Violent spell
And silent smell.
Torn tail
And thorny trail.
Black beret
And blue bubbles.
Strawberry
Treachery and troubles.
….........
The last
The first
The Foaming Fat.
The past
The rust
The Rotten Rat.
The glow
The crow
The Cunning Cat.
The goat
The boat
The Bloody Bat.
The thrill
The grille
The Groggy Gut.
Categories:
grille, crazy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Driving home
Driving back to Algarve we took the long road
more cafés and restaurants by the roadside and not
so many crazy drivers.
The restaurants were full of Portuguese people on vacation
they like their lunch in this country
Grilled chicken
Grilled meat
Grille the unspeakable innards
Stewed meat
Bacalao with cream
Red wine
Fresh fish
Beans in its many variations
Water, cold from the well
The worst of the summer heat had gone good mood prevailed.
People talk in this country
at the same time.
The din of happy, eating people was symphony of summer time
a few weeks of freedom, the paying of bills could come later
I love this country called Portugal even when I’m in a hurry and
the women in front of me and the check-out person talk about
grandchildren.
Categories:
grille, allah, angel, anti bullying,
Form: Blank verse
Someone help me
Listen to my plea I beg you
Four walls surround me
I’m imprisoned in a padded cell
Locked up for 24 hours a day
Like a caged tiger in a zoo
I crave daylight
I don’t know if I will ever see my children again
Death would be a viable option …
This is no life; I am like the living dead
I didn’t commit any crime
I shouldn’t be here - a miscarriage of justice
Misidentified by a photo fit image
Whilst the real killer
That evil swine still lurks out there
He must be laughing at my misfortune
Yet he is free to breathe fresh air
To see the sun, feel the wind on his face
Yet I sit alone in isolation, in squalor
Bars on the tiny window, in the door an iron grille
I live in purgatory forevermore
Whilst my twin brother walks free
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Categories:
grille, dark, deep,
Form: Free verse
The Bomb Bomb grille is a great place to be.
This is a nice Italian restaurant in South Philly.
The place has been around for more than half a century.
It’s where to go to try out an Italian specialty.
On the menu, you will see mussels and linguine.
Their barbecued ribs will appeal to you and me.
If the name “Bomb Bomb” appears as an anomaly,
check out their website and read about their history.
Categories:
grille, food, travel, tribute,
Form: Monorhyme
High Noon in Downtown Chicago
St. Peter's in the Loop
Two minutes more, Father Cal,
and you will hear another
of my strange confessions.
Right now, I'm outside
watching the rain on my glasses
running in rills.
Once inside I'll confess
the usual stuff
with a few variations,
none essential,
all accidental,
the same plot,
the same ploys,
the same frenetic tale
I have always to tell.
Next week, I promise,
it will be different.
Next week, I promise
I'll fall on the kneeler
and whisper
through the grille,
"Father Cal, it is I.
You know the rest."
Next week, I won't make
another list in the diner
across from St. Peter's.
Next week I'll swig
on a milkshake instead.
Father Cal, you and I
will both profit.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
grille, confusion
Form: Free verse
Advancing from the earth to reach up high,
From passageways and subways emerging,
To strain with ribald fingers at the sky,
The virus of the rage distilled and surging.
To spray paint on the tiles cursed to grey,
Chipped and peeling from the ransacked wall,
Created in the night, steam cleaned by day,
So does the poverty of artlessness befall.
A motion blur upon the grille and grating,
There she stands with lustrous legs and thong,
In the shadows sits a poet dissipating,
With a voice that cracks more desolate each song.
And stand, dream, dry hump the slipstream panic,
When the tickets flutter, turnstiles clack and turn,
The chewing gum dries almost like ceramic,
The heaps of rags in bundles flap and churn.
So how to make me sad when I am happy,
And how to make me happy when I’m sad,
Four words: “This too will pass,” and make it snappy,
They’re all I’ve ever known or ever had.
Categories:
grille, life, philosophy, me,
Form: Verse