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.
We are, we are
Brighter than a shooting star
We are, we are
Faster than a racing car
We are, we are
Louder than a speaker bar
We are, we are
Stronger than we think we are
Smarter than we know we are
More beautiful with all our scars
We are, we are
Flying high to reach the sky
an energy that never dies
Magic from the very start,
Created with a beating heart
Molded from a cosmic fart
We are, we are
A magic piece of living Art
Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished it were back in the tin
The big wheels of a jeep almost crushed it but the wind blew it away
And nobody ever found it until today
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.
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
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
My heart is playing love’s guitar
Please make me warm like a heater
Let me drive your life’s racing car
Don’t change I like the way you are
Words are coming out in my eyes
Stare at my eyes please be so nice
If I see you I smile a lot
Flowers bloom in my tub of thought
Baby let me live in your heart
Perfect match never break apart
I am yours baby please be mine
You are like my life’s sweet sunshine
My true love
promised me
a car
a Jaguar
Mind you
British racing car
blue
My true love
promised me
a coat
Cashmere
True wool
from Pashmina
goat
My true love
promised me
a dance
slow with soul
wet like sweat
or rain
in winter
My true love
promised me
a song
Flawless like
Minnie Riperton
Yet so sad
Still riveting
He rides his wheelchair like a racing car
The rainbow colours blending into one
He grins his infectious grin, his wide mouth
welcoming and warm
He stutters, his sentences an intricate mess of
words that won't come the way he wants them to
And Tourette is not HIS name, but all the same
it makes him a wondrous one to view.
He doesn't understand most jokes, so serious!
But laughs uncontrollably at his own pun
So fun! But one must love his beautiful hair
His green eyes, and everliving optimism
I know him well, from the inside out, so proud
is he. Remember well! This does not define
the him he is, I live with him day in, day out
Because you see? I do not notice disability.
For me he is as normal as can be, for I am he
I live with me, and disability, and poetry.
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4th Place in Contest: In a relationship with a dis-ABLED person - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: W. Thomas Markham
Oh King and Queen!
Read these verses
From deep within
Take you to a place
Where I was
I write poems
Not to please anyone
Like to share things
To a royal one
I can express thoughts
Like a racing car
They can say things
To break my pen
Got a new one
To write poems again
Learn to accept
We can’t please anyone
If they so like it
I thank everyone
So read it please
Oh King and Queen!
I will accept comments
From deep within
Been chatting to our Grandson
Dominic James Owen by name.
He comes over to see us he's wonderful to see
We celebrate his birthdays, the last one he was three.
Have you ever watched a racing car
Whizzing by at breakneck speed?
Have you ever tried to catch a whirlwind?
I doubt that you'd succeed.
Have you ever seen a lightning flash?
Or a hummingbirds wing in flight?
Well this describes our grandson,
before he beds down for the night.
he's a tiring hug-able bundle of fun,
That's Dominic James our grandson.
© Dave Timperley February 2015
It had finally arrived and excited he was
He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace
Grinning from head to toe
With the largest smile on his face
This Christmas was like no other I heard him say
Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set
But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get
His day still wasn't through
Because snow was falling outside the window
Which was definitely something new
Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ."
He then disappeared bike and all
As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall
I could see how happy he was about Christmas
That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end
He told me that Santa had really came through
And that this Christmas was the best
Because he got everything that he wanted to
12/12/2013
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
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
what a girl
that Pearl
so naive
so true
life's been cruel
made her blue
dragged her down
left a scar
but there she is
shiny red
racing car
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