Race Car Poems - Poems about Race Car

Race Car The driver is one with the machine. Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning. A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road. Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor. Need for speed while the tires grip every turn. What a rush to fly by while the oil burns. This is the life...

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When I saw Dilly dally I thought, "Oh no, this kid's got to rally! Cuz if he loses this race, it'll be a total disgrace, cuz this race was right up his alley. ...

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excited daring chickadee living by the China Sea got permission to drive in the Grand Prix first chick to be invited in history grandma got excited and slapped her knee. wait a second said Uncle Lee. Is there a fee? yes but I have earned money from my geometry. and my books on the craziness of biology. my UK royalties are as...

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The race car driver drove to fast He crashed hard but didn't last His funeral was sad It made others mad When his car showed up wearing a mask...

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He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches. Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach. Porsche-mania, though was his all. Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood. Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue. My cousin, Bruce, so...

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I take off with a lurch, my headlights blazing. If I don’t win, well….I can’t lose. I do not even look to my right or my left. If someone is catching up, it makes me mad. I catch up with other cars, and pass them. I pass everything on the road. I see something ahead, and it is a...

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I wanted to be a ballerina with a dump truck. A pink tutu with frothy petticoats and a red and white dump truck. If I could not have that, I wanted to be a newspaper reporter with a loud typewriter And a red laddered fire truck. Clanging and banging as I drove to murder scenes. If I could not have that, I...

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The term driver of victory came to me unbidden, unexplored I tossed it around in my dendrite chambers My muse caught it and ran with it She is amusing, but she has great ideas too She decided Victory was a race car, We daringly painted her in our favorite colors. Hot pink, canary yellow, and outrageous orange. Victory was beautiful, gloriously...

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I wished I was a race car driver, but it took money, and I never had enough. And women did not do it back in the day, and now I get so many jollies racing other idiots on the freeway, I have my racing “fix” both to work and from work, so it is not my current wish. I wished I was...

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A two car garage of cement blocks. The tools we needed on the rack. Winter was cold, summer was hot. In our little garage in the back. Many race cars built. Everyone winners at the track. All designed, built and fixed. In our little garage in the back. Go-karts, minibikes, and coasters. Music supplied by an 8-track. A replica of Coweta Raceway. Next to our little...

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I'm going to eat a race car sandwich. It will run down my gullet, hard and fast. It will clean out my tummy, and drive past my gas. It will clean me out, right? I will eat a race car sandwich at the next red light....

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Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts Egos and racers can't go right I guess Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach Remember not to speak out loud when spinning out Bars you visit frequently...

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