Racer Poems - Poems about Racer

Sitting astride a frozen mountainside, eighty others waiting their turn to go, on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe, a man says, “racer ready;” so they know. An hour passed, now it’s my turn to ski, explode out of the gate with a kick-start, frozen ruts are what I find greeting me, muscles press down to absorb impacts hard, frantic...

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He drank a glassful brandy, All over again randy, Then tried a little Quanta And soon began to banter "I'm a Poaching Trespasser, In a Property, Racer, Moving at a clean canter, No halting by your Mantra... Often watching Lawful Pace, A keen eye on Owner's Face To hellfire not let loose, Owner to reject a truce, My poaching finger first list For those...

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He’s itching, he’s twitching, he’s ready to shop. The big rigs are rolling; they’re making a stop. He’s tracking, WhatsApping, he’s all in the know. He’s topped off, he’s loaded, he’s ready to go. He scored him some soy-based down under the bridge. The goat milk awaits him just over the ridge. She’s calling, she’s balling; it’s almost all gone. His eyelids are heavy; been at it since dawn. He got to the last stop a minute too late. The guy in the...

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Little Jimmy was a eight-teen-year-old wild teenager He had a souped-up Dodge Dart and ate day old bagels At the dark in the park he would race his Dodge Dart Car went so fast it's sputtered sounds of flagellants-fart Baroom-zoom-zooms out here drag racing in out of danger 2/21/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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The day was brilliant--Sol spreading diamonds in the sky-- When Kathleen and her father faced the slope, He with trepidation, she with hope. They scanned the rise and watched like country rubes As sliders paused atop the run, Then hurtled down on sleds and tubes, Jinking, jerking, shouting, screaming; It promised so much fun. “Let’s go,” Dad said, and led the...

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She tightens her saddle one last time She's ready to go, ready to ride Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run The buzzer sounds, now its on Down the middle veering right She makes the turn, the crowd ignites On to the second whippin' her hard The barrel tips but doesn't go far One more to go, she's clenching her teeth 'Round...

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The Midnight Racer The midnight racer comes from nowhere . Racing the road as face as he can. Zig Zaging in and out passing cars like they do not exist. You cannot see him for the speed he goes. One winks and you miss him. No one has seen his car. They have no idea what he drives. Just a word...

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Four-Door Racer My daddy owned a four-door racing machine Scared my mother to death when he lived out his dream He loved to race at speeds known to few Despite mother’s objection, that’s what he’d do He’s shine and wax that racing car In hopes that someday it would take him far On the track is where he loved to be Screams from...

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They bring their metal steeds to show or run the 1/4 mile. Their cars are bright and swift they make the crowd all smile. They are from times of old bright memories they hold ! ...

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