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MUSTANG

Computer I work with is called MUSTANG 
The wild horse vulnerable to victimization

The military stance the snake and snake the whisperer

THE DANCE 

A lot in system yours requires the repair 


the military and the judge  the pension really is the high

but they are the corruption

this is WHY

IN THIS I MAKE THE POINT 
I WANT BEING USEFUL

IN THIS ASPECT WITH KATE THE GENERAL I DO MAKE SENSE

I WILL TRANSFORM

I WILL BECOME THE SUBJECT OF THE CHANGES

KATE

CAN YOU FORMULATE THE ECONOMICAL REFORM

Kentucky Mustang

October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare,
a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees.
Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still
to green stems.

Appalachian backwoods have tough roots,
shod as they are into an earth salted
with a dark gritty ore.

Bears are foraging and reaping,
their black silky pelts clamber over gusting winds
to reach the furthest fruits
before first snows overburden stoic pines.

Today the sky is unharnessed
and racing at full tilt
It whips my raw lips like a wet mane,
it rears up to stamp down upon its own
animated onslaught.

I adjust my rucksack and reshoulder a shotgun
grin, eyes watering
caught under the stampeding gale,
buffeted now by its muscular flanks.

I need to bridle this striding wind,
to halter its headlong charge,
or better yet just surrender -
turn my back on it,

let it ride me 
as we leap down from the hilltops
whooping it up like cowboys.

Ford Mustang

I lost for words
Seeing a Ford's
Mustang Crossroads.

Mustang

Nevada desert
Wild, kicking.  the Mustang horse
Answers to no one.

What Happens In the Mustang Stays In the Mustang

I want to write up your adventures Ashleigh said.
Sometime later, I told her, after I am dead.
She did not understand and took an unauthorized selfie with me.
This made me mad, sol I took a dump on her beloved willow tree.

I am the king, so no one should take a photo without permission.
I drive a red 1969 convertible Mustang with a V-8 transmission.
Barney, my sidekick has always ridden shotgun.
We are adventurers, and we always have fun.

Where have you been today? Ashley often pries.
I give Barney a look, then I tell her incredible lies.
I am royalty; it is no one’s business where I have been.
Sometimes we dogs live a day full of sin!

Yesterday we chased seagulls up and down a beach.
Some lady gave us iced tea. Yuck! It was syrupy and peach!
Whatever we do is no one else’s business I tell my pal.
Barney agrees happily with a you-got-that-right bow wow.

Black Cherry Mustang

“Black Cherry Mustang”



Torn jeans 
blood stilettos
black cherry mustang

The Getaway’s
goin’ down 
heaven’s a sin

with  
Coyote
howlin'

sensually pluckin'
away at her cello strings
astride his highway

she speeds

free on the 66
leaves fallin’ from 
all the witherin'

passed-by trees

Truth ...  ;)

passin'
between 
her lips

smooth for a player 
with a velvet tongue
thirsty for somethin'

smiles passionate
her familiar

howlin' daemon 
with a smokin’ hot
loaded gun

dealin' sweet kisses
like Jack O' Diamonds
his swift need cuttin'
slow 'n deep 

sharp as a knife
freein' a heart and
the tight ropes within
she comes undone

Love’s a forgotten
darker 
psychological 
need

Black Cherry Mustang
The Getaway’s
goin’ down 
heaven’s a sin

thy will be done

one hand 
on her wheel
his kingdom 
to come

the other one
trigger happy
changin' up 
Coyote’s chargin' revelations

drivin' in his
hot rays she feels 
a new story 
become

she’s sittin’ in the 
driver’s seat
shinin' in his
cool blue skies'

Smilin' 
Sun


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

Mustang Sally Dwm

Sixties music was so sublime.
It was bell bottomed trousers and Motown time.
The Tracks of My Tears and Ooh Baby, Baby
Our dances to our parents seemed crazy.

We would slow grind to Smokey’s croon
or do the jerk to a Supremes’ tune.
Afro hairdos swung to Temptations’ beat
while America burned with racial heat.

Soon we would form a Soul train line
where you’d see dances of all kind
hustles, shuffles, splits called ‘’james brown’’
“Mustang Sally, slow your Mustang down”

3/15/20		

“Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”

Plane Haiku

Lost Mustang pilot/Purple Heart killing Germans/English hillside, end

The Remains of a Ford Mustang and a Thunderbird

When a Ford Mustang and a T-Bird collided it created a mess for sure!

When cops arrived on scene all that remained was a pile of feathers and a heap of manure!

My Car's a Mustang

No Cobra 427
in my Mustang
come on girls
you know what I mean.

No leather interior
in my Mustang
come on gals
you get what I mean.

My Mustang has the
manual shift
don't you girls
know what I mean?

My Mustang has leather
exterior
can't you gals
get what I mean?

My Mustang races
at breakneck speeds
I ride on his back
a grin on my face.

By now you've guessed
what my Mustang is
not only my ride
he's the friend by my side.

My Little Mustang Girl

My little Mustang Girl

Lost am I, in this gray wilderness.
A beautiful place, but what a mess.

An exotic vision, riding your Mustang.
A heard, the head of this wild gang

of experiences roaming this wilderness,
electrical impulses, I must confess

permeate every, neural pathway,
every synaptic cleft willing to fray

within this old brain, this fragile heart,
yet never to know the joy of a new start.

I see you upon your Mustang, sitting erect,
sun in your lovely face, hair streaming, what effect.

A vision of a wild and beautiful Mustang, free,
mane and tale floating upon memories, for me.

Galloping down the hallways of my memories hoard
where all the beauty, I experienced with you, is stored.

Leading this heard further and further into the universe
you’ve run me to the edge, leaving little more for this verse,

except to wonder, why ?, do I still hang on so
to this love for you that I came to know.

B. J. “A” 2
January 11 2015

Tim and His Kelly Green Mustang

 I have a  friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps  in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd  it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!


Dorian Petersen 
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


October,5,2014

Mustang

A wild mustang blew over the steppe, a solitary
Pale rider rushing over the chest planes to greet me
Engulfing, stampeding through sharp wicked valleys
And emotions were herded into a bone corral
Slamming the gates against this Dun Stallion’s
hips, while he frothed at these invisible bits
Dusty huffs, wheezing breaths,
The rails splintering under his sharp teeth
Hooves hammering thoughts homeless, for
And that last nail to hold him from freedom, from me
Faltered, as my ribs caved in
And he drifted off again

Mustang Salad

I'll bet you Five, I'll bet you Ten,
I'll even wager Fifty,
That you can't make this "Stang" wake up,
And hit an even Sixty!
 
The boy looked round and took his eyes
 From off the road ahead
 I'll take that bet, I'll make it do
 Much more than that, he said
 
Fifty-five and Sixty came,
Then Eighty-Five flashed by
And with it passed that Mustang
Into the bye and bye.....


I'll bet you Five, I'll bet you Ten,
I'll even wager Fifty,
That these new Wings will carry us
A pace to better Sixty
 
Off they go and race like mad
They've torn the place into?
Better shift again .....boys, 
Old Satan's .. chasin.... YOU!

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JetfireK   Inspired by Lucky #
13) "Drive carefully, 90% of people are accidents. "
- Anonymous

The Mustang and the Thunderbird

A Mustang and a Thunderbird tangled

   Both automobiles were badly mangled

      When the cops sorted it out

         There was seen strewn all about

            Horse manure and feathers when untangled

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in PD's "Another Crazy & Fun Limerick Contest #2" - June 2012

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