Long Racing car Poems
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We are not all meant, for the driving of fast cars,
And some will only ever be backseat drivers at best,
So why do they expect us all to be able,
To travel in the fast lane on the internet,
When the consequences of not looking where we are going,
Can cause more harm and misery,
Than that related to any real world car crash past or present.,
Do those in charge of the internet not understand,
That most of their online drivers control more than one set of wheels,
And even a minor engine failure through lack of awareness,
Of the need to change gear when traffic is at its heaviest,
With the prospect of more than one winter of discontent,
If they miss the warning signs.
I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to pass the time
Then without a conscious reason except for boredom's reach
I open my desk drawer to a mixture of mystique
A magnetic magic bracelet used to cure my rheumatism
Surrounded now with pins and staples an error in optimism
A yellow wooden pencil its rubber now a stub
An unused lifetime membership to some forgotten club
A mechanical lead pencil with no refills in sight
A bottle of used white-out the top cemented tight
Post-it notes with messages which I can't understand
Telephone numbers without a name not written in my hand
Ballpoint pens with dried-up ink no longer do they write
A solar-powered calculator gone flat for lack of light
Rubber-bands that no longer stretch and little bits of string
Two black dice and a deck of cards missing a red king
Sun glasses a mini racing car and a worn-out golf shoe cleat
A funny little package which reads "Silica Do Not Eat
Orange sore-throat soothers now melted to a bar
Finger-nail clippers picture hooks and a pick for a guitar
A polishing cloth and a lucky charm that never seemed to pay
Needle and cotten a used band-aid and a bottle of nasal spray
Screw drivers erasers fluro-pens that have gone dry
Sticky tape a set of keys and a flashy bright bow-tie
This jumble of confusion has failed to solve my plight
I'll just keep counting backwards till I find something to write
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
She’s speeding down the highway, with the wind in her hair
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
Burning up the highway like she don’t have a care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a speeding machine
Shes speeding like she wants to go too fast to be seen
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a bullet on wheels
Only she could drive while wearing stiletto heels
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it cuts through the night
She’s flicked a switch and now it’s lights are piercing and bright
It’s a muscle car, a super car, I’ve got to be there
Now I only see its lights and yet I don’t care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it’s freedom or bust
It’s steel at speed and frankly it’s why I bit the dust
It’s a muscle car, a super car, and it sent me off
For its laminated windshield wasn't good for a moth
Nobby the Narwhal,
Lived in the sea,
He had the longest there ever could be.
Nobby's school was really quite small,
He had to take all of his lessons sat alone in the hall.
After school he would swim slowly home,
And spend each evening all alone in his room.
Every day he felt sadder than sad,
But his friends were the best and they told him things were not so bad.
The Head Teacher Mrs Dolphin who wore the nicest perfume,
Moved the school all around to make a perfect school room.
Nobby had his desk pushed to one side,
The classroom was made so that it was extra wide.
Nobby had to go into the classroom first,
But sitting alone in the hall had been much worse.
He sat with his tusk all along one side of the room,
He was so happy the days went by so fast like a racing car with a very loud vroom.
Nobby was good at numbers, spelling and reading, he loved looking at books,
He read ever one he could find and would reead it right to the end no matter how long it took.
Now Nobby is older he tells the younger children to do her best each day,
And that if they are sad just keep on trying there is always a way.
As the dragon roared across the sky
It seemed to grow another eye
Hiding from the dragons flame
I could see a lady, head bowed in shame
She lifted her arms as in supplication
Holding them up for the duration
The dragon roared past the lady of shame
Ignoring her plea and let loose his flame
We waited to see if a champion would come
And deal the dragon a blow
If he did would the dragon succumb?
These things we need to know
To the side she fell and rolled away
It was then a dolphin came out to play
It leapt and swam before our eyes
These wondrous shapes that filled our skies
I held my breath spellbound for sure
My little nephew wanting more
He pointed out a cat with no tail
And I saw a racing car growing a sail
The show was over the clouds turned grey
Another shower on our summer day
The stories it told for the morning so grand
As my little nephew held onto my hand
The magic of the clouds above
The ever changing scene they play
So much amused and fascinated us
We will be back to watch another day
© GG 15/08 2013
The monolith stands out stark
against the black background
we dream of a god
some computer unseen
Yet would a computer understand
would a computer feel the emotions we feel
would a computer create a paradise
would a computer create a hovel
We dream of paradise
a world where the violence of life
has disolved into dreams of success
a world of transparent values
admirable bounty cast in a golden cave
yet imagine what you can acheive
you an emotional computer
of complex fascination
An emotional being
of wonderful dreams
able to leap incredable chasms
of intellergent thought
If only we could dream together
imagine the towers we could build
imagine the heights that we could climb
imagine the peace that we could create
We could turn our dreams into reality
creating a world of fantasy in life
Disney land devoted to the land of life
a world of fun and games
where adults played the life of little ceaser
where children laughed and giggled every day
we could build a mountain just to create a slide
we could build a jeep just to have a ride
I can dream of racing car that travel out into the stars
I can dream of peace and life of fun and games of happy wives
I can dream of love's romance the star lite nights where we can dance
I can dream of a world built for fun and game's
If only the world would dream with me
if only they would take a simple step
if only they could dream.
dreams become real when we build a plan.
As the dragon roared across the sky
It seemed to grow another eye
Hiding from the dragons flame
I could see a lady, head bowed in shame
She lifted her arms as in supplication
Holding them up for the duration
The dragon roared past the lady of shame
Ignoring her plea and let loose his flame
We waited to see if a champion would come
And deal the dragon a blow
If he did would the dragon succumb?
These things we need to know
To the side she fell and rolled away
It was then a dolphin came out to play
It leapt and swam before our eyes
These wondrous shapes that filled our skies
I held my breath spellbound for sure
My little nephew wanting more
He pointed out a cat with no tail
And I saw a racing car growing a sail
The show was over the clouds turned grey
Another shower on our summer day
The stories it told for the morning so grand
As my little nephew held onto my hand
The magic of the clouds above
The ever changing scene they play
So much amused and fascinated us
We will be back to watch another day
© GG 15/08 2013
Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants
Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring
Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
Available last minute to test drive his beast
Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased
Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
Racing car reap, increase on what she sows
Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted
Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style
28th March
Too Great of a Man