Long Muffler Poems
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Youth
When we were young, nothing worried us at all.
From spring through summer through winter and fall
We built forts from boxes some four feet high
We climbed trees like monkeys some went to the sky
We ate everything like mud cookies and chocolate swirls
Made fun of freckles on cute little girls
I was mean as a snake and happy you see
I didn't worry; big kids didn't bother me
I rode my bike for miles with my balloon muffler
Fell and chipped a tooth, but it made me tougher
One meal a day was plenty for me
A policeman, a fireman was what I would be
My brothers were taller my dad was too
They were giants, and I thought that was cool
As I grew older, more things began to shrink
As I grew older, I started to think
How nice being young and so carefree
Being that young then meant nothing to me
But now that I'm much older, I look back and see
I'm still young at heart a good ride for me
Copyright © William Pickard
My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban dwellers, we were constantly bombarded with the rumble of noises drifting in and out as life moves along. The older we got, the more we found ourselves longing for the quiet country life we remembered from our childhood days. So, when we decided to retire, we wanted to move to a more peaceful setting. We searched the world over and chose this small house in the southern Missouri Ozarks and settled in for a quiet country way of life.
The sounds of nature
Solitude and peace at last
Breathe in the freshness
We were greeted on our first morning of blissful country life by the neighbor’s rooster telling us that 4 hours of sleep is enough. He was quickly joined by a chorus of dogs (at least one for every house within a five-mile radius) declaring their desire to have the rooster over for breakfast. Then it was time for every muffler less vehicle in the county to rev up their engines in preparation for the parade down our country lane. The whistle from a train crossing Hwy 248 mixed with a mooing of a hundred head of cattle, a couple dozen crows, and a few hundred other species of birds rounded out the orchestra. But as I sit here in my rocking chair on the porch. I sip my coffee and watch the sun rise above the oaks and maples. I raise my cup and give a smile. Because I know I’m home.
no horns or sirens
nature creating rhythms
calming symphony
The dishwasher died on Thanksgiving.
The roof sprang a leak in the storm.
The shower drain backed up this morning.
The hot water’s not even warm.
But don’t think I’m always complaining.
Hell, I wish something else would go wrong.
The way that my life has been going,
I’m one heartache away from a hit country song.
My truck dropped a muffler last Thursday.
My son got suspended from school.
My boss thinks he hired a robot.
My wife thinks she married a fool.
I drink more than anyone ought to,
And I always bring trouble along.
At least I take comfort in knowing
I’m one heartache away from a hit country song.
For a hit country song I’d put cowboy boots on
Just to waltz across Texas and crash
Right into a wall in a back alley brawl
Where Kid Rock has been talking some trash.
My wallet’s so empty, it echoes.
My credit card’s loaded with debt.
I busted my thumb with a hammer
And just smoked my last cigarette.
It hurts, and I find myself asking,
“Why does heartache take so long?”
Hope they’re patiently waiting in Nashville,
I’m one heartache away from a hit country song.
She was called, Stella, my little yella lemon!
A Chevy Citation,you can only imagine my elation!
She started almost ever time I needed her too.
As long as the wires were crossed the fire flew!
No horn and a rattle in the end.
The hood was buckled with a slight bend.
You had to turn the car off, to turn her wipers on.
The bumper was duck taped and her muffler was wired on, its true!
It even quit more than a time or two!
She was a stick shift and got rubber in one gear, which made her hard to steer!
Drivin’ down the road she would sway to the radio’s greatest hits
Getting her grove on until a pot hole punched her dance ticket
and there we sit! Not to worry I cleaned her battery cable and post
once I got her to coast, the motor finally hit, her rods a
knockin’, and we were back on the road listening to our radio and a rockin
IT WAS LOOKED AT AS A SMUDGE IN THE FACE OF THE ESTABLISHMENT
WHEN THEY BOUGHT IN THE TITLE THEY SAID IT REPRESENTED THE VEIWS
AND VALUES OF THOSE WHO SUPPORTED THEM
WE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY MEANT
WE WEREN'T THAT FAMILAIR WITH THEM.
BUT AS THE DAYS AND WEEKS WENT ON, WE BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT THESE PEOPLE WERE
AND WHAT THEY THOUGHT OF US, AND SOME PEOPLE
WHO LIVE AND THINK LIKE THE US THEY DESCRIBED!
THEY SPRAYED STUPID ON THE THE WALL
AND BEGAN TO DO INTERVEIWS, WITH PEOPLE
WHO SAID THEY WERE WORTHY OF CONTENTION
BUT THOSE WHO HAD FOUGHT THE FIGHT, AND STOOD IN LINE
AS THEY SAY, DIDN'T BUY INTO THIS NEW WAY OF THINKING.
THESE MEN WANTED TO BUT IN LINE,
AND HAVE THEIR NEW BELT REPRESENT THE NEW VALUES OF CONTENTION.
THEY SAID THEIR CHAMPION WAS NUMBER ONE.
AND THEIR MANAGERS WHEELED AND DEALED, AND GOT PRIVELGES, FOR THOSE WHO THEY CONSULTED.
SOME GUYS GAINED WORTHYNESS BUT THEIR POSITION MADE THEM, THE KINDA GUY YOU WOULD KEEP AWAY FROM YOUR DAUGHTER.
MAYBE NOT THE KINDA GUY FOR THE CHURCH SOCAIL YOU MIGHT ADD.
MAYBE A DATE DOING YARD WORK OR FIXING THE MUFFLER.
IT DIDN'T SIT RIGHT WITH THOSE WHO WORKED HARD FOR THESE POSITIONS, AND IT DIVIDE THE LOYALIES AMONG THOSE WHO WERE ALREADY ESTABLISHED.
IT DID ONE THING, IT BOUGHT OUT THE COMPETIVE SPIRT IN A FEW GUYS WHO SOME SAY HAD SEEN THEIR BEST DAYS.PINKY FINGERS AND EXPSENSIVE CUPS
DON'T MAKE THE COFFEE GREAT. IS IT A SHOW, ARE DO THESE MEN WANT A WORLD OF WATCHERS, TO STAND BEHIND THEM,AS THEY BECOME GREAT, OR WATCH THEM SHEEM , SHAM THEIR WAY TO THE GOLD.
Take a step take a bow
don't push me too hard
am still in reminiscence
of my lost course
which tells you I ve not recovered
Take a step take a bow
and don't knock me off
the questions in my attitudes
are alcoholic
when nature tends it they react
Take a step take a bow
but don't take a fling
Take the roses
to where they will blossom
plant them in the fields of love
take them away from the sun
they might melt
Take a bow clean up your mess
Cos' tomorrow lies a clean slate
Take your heart
do the needful
life scary habits
don't worth anything
Wear on a muffler
put on a jacket
the rain will greet
only those who are ready
Dress up the Cheetahs
dress up the Hyenas
attitudes will speak out their kind
Take a bow
but don't take a seat
life runnings
are not meant for the idle Pro 6 :6-11
When you licorice listen the quiet is loud
Many voices are heard and many sounds
The car rushing down black street
Needs a muffler it rumbles so unique
The hum of electronic waves in the air
Do you hear it as well do you even care
Always hear my heart beat like drum
Is it tinnitus the cause of this hum
I can hear cicadas singing their songs
Nothing to be afraid of all night long
When I walk I hear my yellow footsteps
My shoes on and off makes the sound swell
I hear the baby cry across the way
Perhaps he is hungry or thirsty today
I hear the keyboard as I teal type
I am alone and so alone I write
Do we take time to hear each other
Despite differences we’re sisters brothers
Listen to the unique violet voice inside
That swells like the ocean moonlit tide
A deep brown collar, lurking from
underneath the green plaid coat.
A smirk on your face, as you turned
the page of your favorite book. “To
define is to limit”, I feel my maroon
muffler tighten around you in a
pursuit to choke me, but I resist. I
resist your raspy voice, your stubble
trimmed to perfection, your quoting
of Fitzgerald and Wilde, you, I'm trying
to resist you. There's something deeply
intriguing when we dissect the movies
that we watch. I swear, my heart
fluctuates when we leave one another
notes where mine consists of all the
books you should read and yours are
filled with words describing your last
bowel movement. Last night, we danced
to Johann Pachelbel while you whispered
Rilke in my ears. Did I tell you that we
were communicating with our eyes, but
your eyes somehow spoke fluent
German? But I'm resisting you, I'm
trying. I manchmal stand in stillness
and wonder if you can listen to my
silence. “The only way to get rid of
temptation is to yield to it.” I hate it when
you take Dorian gray as an excuse to
solve, almost all of our problems.
People just laugh around you, the mom
-ents stop and look at the vision that is
you and I, I stand here, motionless, com
-posing my body, my brain, my heart, my
gentle gentle heart. Alas, it's time for me
to wake up.
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
See them gather around you, observing everything that you do, see them on top of the tree, listening to your heart beat and measuring your speech.
See them sitting underneath the tree talking about your destiny, The wire is running around you and a pudding pan is sitting next to the door and the sharks are slowly creeping up on the shore.
Look out for the bulldozer and the practicing medical doctor; he has a clinic across the street, an office in the basement and a house rising towards the heavens.
He spends his time in the corner bar and on Sunday’s he cuts the lawn; he has a house keeper and a butler and a young man to play the violin when his emotions grow dim. He is an artist and a practicing physician.He plays golf on Monday morning and sees his parents in the evenings; he is a jack of all trade but a master of none.
See them driving around the town in big vans and luxury cars giving handouts to pigs and goats and a box cutter wheeling at vendors' throat.
I can see them from afar walking around the garage searching in the corners, throwing out tries and lubricated oil. Old rusty muffler piling upon muffler and old radiators spilling corrosive water. They are testing the old cars with a wrench and a screw driver and an artificial bulldozer.
See them standing around the back wearing old pants and old frocks, spreading out on the floor and knocking on doors. More than a hundred of them standing at attention walking around in the back yard looking for a brawl and the pigeons kept flying around the tree moving straw from the wild berries.
Then came in the big birds flirting in the tree top, with thunderous voice screaming at each other. They are dropping pebbles, walnuts, almond and cherries on the ground and the beggars are gathering around the town. What strange phenomena lurking around, grumbling in the background.
See them going up in the air, you can see them everywhere, gas balloon surveying the moon and the high priest floating in the sky recording everything they hear.
See them gathering in the street making rhythm with their feet, the ring camera is running around and Santa clause is coming to town. See them looking at you from the window.