Lamborghini Poems | Examples

Where do we go from here?

I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear

In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels 
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war

Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~

Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on the break ~ go but not too fast

Everyday is a lazy Sunday afternoon
we're out in our sporty lamborghini
dillydallying in life's slow lane

I Guess I Failed to Stimulate Her Chakras

I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’!
Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,”
but never let me see her Kundalini.

I couldn’t leave her working in that paddy,
so whisked her off to Venice.  Like Houdini,
she made the transformation: loved linguini:
but part-time jobs (a waiter, then a caddy)
meant I could not afford her. One bellini
cost forty bucks! Forget the Lamborghini!

Night at the Gates

Night at the gates
Underneath the velvet sky, where shadows softly creep,
two titans stand a nocturnal sleep.
The Lamborghini, a turquoise dream,
reflecting moonlight, a liquid gleam.
Beside it waits, a hunter’s green,
the BMW, a sleek machine.
Each with its allure, a silent vow
of power, speed, and how.
The air is thick with anticipation’s hum,
as engines slumber, a muffled drum.
Awaiting the signal, the green light’s gleam
to unleash their fury, a waking dream.
The Lamborghini, a bull unleashed,
a power surge, a primal feast.
The BMW, a panther’s graceful stride,
a symphony of speed where passion resides.
Each with its own story, a journey untold
of victories won and spirits bold.
A testament to dreams and the will to achieve,
a legacy of power, that will never leave.
The night unfolds, the city sleeps,
but these two titans, their secrets they keep.
Awaiting the dawn, the call to arise, 
to conquer the road beneath the open skies.

Three Stars Over Syria

Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants.  Rebel rebel rebel !  Storms of rebellion topple his brutal regime capture the capital, Damascus liberation celebration.  His brutal regime…millions fled for their lives while squashed beneath his iron fist thousands flee who stood by him as his subject's writhe and perish ‘neath chemicals unleashed.  Luxury, an extensive car collection rarest of Ferrari’s, Lamborghini Diablo and Rolls-Royce there in his obscenely opulent palace while nine out of ten live in destitute fleet discovered models of his choice. His brutal regime new-found freedom explores an opulent residence torture chambers crumble, captive return to your loved ones as rebels seize the nation’s reigns asylum granted to an ousted leader.  Bashar al-Assad in Moscow Assad has fled his country  

see how it settles
upheaval with no clear path~
‘tis heaven or hell?

If My Life Was a Car

Not seeing you would be like
Driving to Paris everyday
But the Eiffel Tower fades away

Not talking to you would be like
Owning a Lamborghini gleaming gold
But its tank runs empty in the cold

Not being pillowed by you would be like
Racing across continents at light-speed
Without comfort that I deeply need

Not hugging you would be like
Traversing through untamed terrain
With no safety to ease my pain

Not holding your hand would be like
Steering without direction or guide
No purpose, no path where I can ride

And if my life was really a car...

Not loving you would be like
Crossing endless miles alone
Just pushing forward on my own
Till there's nowhere left to roam

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Night Car Spots

dark weekend nights

the time of fancy dinners

supercars parked

the sound of v12’s fill the air

behind there’s a Bugatti

in front a Lamborghini

as midnight creeps around

everyone starts to leave

for them it’s just another night

for me it’s a dream


- inspired my my little brother :)

Let Go

        Let go – Wake up at noon – Let go
           Let go – Stop ironing your socks – Let go
        Let go – Let the dishes pile up – Let go
           Let go – Stroll round your house in the nude – Let go

       Let go – Don’t micro-manage – Let go
           Let go – Stop hovering and helicoptering – Let go
       Let go – Delegate, empower people – Let go
           Let go – Take two months off – Let go

       Let go – Buy that Lamborghini – Let go
          Let go – Dine out every night – Let go
       Let go – Vacation on the Riviera – Let go
          Let go – Feel the pulse of Life’s flow - Let go

Lawyer

Legal eagle talks fast
Little lies often passed
Litigation - cash cow
Loads of money - and how
Larcenists? All have rights
Lost the case? Still sleeps nights
Lamborghini? Outside

All a Man Really Wants, Is a Girl Who Looks Good In a Bikini

ALL A MAN REALLY WANTS, IS A GIRL WHO LOOKS
GOOD IN A BIKINI


“All a man really want’s,” really?
Don’t you get me going.
I haven’t been the one men want,
not enough boobs … showing.

“All a man really wants,” really?
To win the lottery!
Buy a mansion, as a Love Trap,
where sexy girls ... will be.

“All a man really wants,” really?
A car -Lamborghini .
Passenger sexy long leg gal,
bra measures … 46 G!

Above desires just a few wants,
men’s list could go on.
Add all the girls in Bikini’s,
especially … a thong!

No they don’t … but then … Yes they do!

On the beach girl’s body must rock,
what shallow man would pray
In office, her brains important,
not have the other … way.

“All a man really wants is a girl
who looks good in bikini.”
YES- whose at his beck and call with,
a cold  … Martini

August 27, 2023
Contest “ All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Contours of Passion

You are a thousand miles of sheer delight,
When I turn the key our passions ignite,
Firing off a strong robust heart that's yours,
My knees weaken waxing your sleek contours,
O' my splendiferous, overpriced Genie,
My bright yellow, dream Matchbox* Lamborghini

8/12/22

*Toy collectible cars

Bitesize poem No.56 poetry contest

Sponsor: Line Gauthier


14/12/22
Second Chance N/A Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Need a Vacation

                 Mrs. Claus wants to flaunt new bikini,
                       and Mr. Claus ride a Lamborghini, 
                              need a vacation away
                          from humdrum chores every day
                  Alas! few pounds to drop to look skinny!

Oldielocks and the Three Bores

Lady Melanie with silver locks
Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox.
Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox,
But she loved them less than chicken pox.

Melanie kept free as best she could.
She allowed no time for coquetry
Or Penelope-style stitchery.
But three bores persistence understood.

Trini, a jet jockey CEO
Lived his life allegro con brio.
As his lovely red Lamborghini,
His love raced too fast for Melanie.

Claude, a failed nebulous maunderer,
Gossip, post-modern philosopher
Believed everything in life was free,
Which made sweet Mellie his property.

Her third paramour drove flat-bed trucks.
When Bo misspoke, he would say “Aw shucks!”
And then, hands on, wordlessly switch gears.
She cast him off leaving him in tears.

Single she may wait until too late,
For a blissful bridal altar state. 
Should her three bores e'er face a hot date
At least she shall stand at heaven’s gate.

Next Question

The body is a biological car,
maybe you inherited
a Rolls Royce, a Lamborghini,
a Maserati, most probably you got a Prius
or a work-truck.
Sooner or later,
whether a Bentley or a model T Ford
all vehicles end up the same.
In the end you will be driving a clunker.
Engines go phut, and
that old engine cannot be un-phut-ted.
The engine is not alive without you.
For the never-living there is only the scrap-yard.
Only what lives can never die.
Herein lies the only spiritual lesson
you need ever take to heart,
but then you must ask
what lives?

The First Time I Saw Her

The first time I saw her I was hooked
She was stunning, beautiful, a looker
I knew I had to have her in my life
That she was available was the hooker.

I knew her price was well beyond rubies
But to me she was worth whatever the cost
Totally smitten by her boldness, her appeal
I bought my new Lamborghini automobile.

SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 23, 2021
for "Surprise Me" poetry contest
sponsored by Charles Messina

Craving Ever More Gold - Contest

Rapacious greed
  avarice's creed
voracious appetite
  devours every bite

Never enough silver
  craves ever more gold
his insatiable lust
  never grows old

Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
  Porsche, five Ferraris
Cadillacs and BMW's
  beneath him ~ sorry

Charges usurious rent
  hoards every last cent
on his family tree
  a branch diseased and bent




        June 09, 2021
      $ Poetry Contest
  Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

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