Short Accelerator Poems
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Retirement's the time to slow things down
Take your foot off the accelerator pedal
If not, would you at least settle
for slipping out of your wedding gown
recklessness attacks ego
fury attacks soul
adrenaline attacks viscera
middle digit attacks upward
foot attacks accelerator
vehicle attacks vehicle
hand attacks pistol
lead attacks flesh
remorse attacks fury
gavel attacks sound block
inmate attacks inmate
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With each swing of the swing the sea level rises
each lump of coal burned defrosts the ice shelf
each squeeze on the accelerator Earth's future demises
But its too late, or almost too late to assert oneself
The deed is done; we shall reap what we have sown
Gaia will call us to account, our Earth is not our own.
Driver on interstate has pressed his accelerator hard
I used to drive like that – daily
To and from work with gritted teeth
Expecting death at any minute
Racing here, there, nowhere really
The stress was gruesome
In the last nine months I have driven six times
Less than one time per month
Retirement is a happy unicorn that I am grateful to lie on
Yellow Submarine comes on the radio.
Beatles music.
I press the accelerator, flying past semis who had been chasing each other.
Little Old Lady from Pasadena comes on next.
I go insane, setting a new world record for speed.
Mama Cass’s voice comes out of that radio.
It is ON!
Shades of my youth
When I blew two engines out of two cars.
Because I was that girl.
I am orange red and yellow
Swirling in enthusiasm
Excited about life
A cartoonist, painter, writer
Possibly a poet,
Somedays much better than others
My life has gone by quickly
I have survived many car wrecks
Thanks to a heavy accelerator foot
I feel lucky, maybe invincible
Can I be killed?
I doubt it
I incorporate fun in my life daily
Loving the real me
Before penning, I see
myself with engine running...
foot tensed – ready to pounce
on the accelerator, at the fall
of the muse's flag; for a poem
really writes itself – a hand behind
the hand; the empty necessary
before each manic-gush – the art
of poetry, more a preparation
than a study; recommending
only the formless...as man
written by a God
of infinite Works --
Tear's are a Waste
Tear's are a waste
and most often miss placed
On there intended victim
Because there victim is you
There the accelerator to your glue
You see if they are not spent on a loved one
They are like broken cookie's at the bottom of the tin
That are destined to be thrown in the bin
I hope in the future, no more tear's you do waste
On people they do not deserve to be placed
Lynette was attached to the ambiance of the seventies.
She had a shag rug with large loops and flecks of silver.
Bulb like globs floated in her six lava lamps.
She replaced her accelerator pedal with a weird bare foot pedal.
Her house featured peace signs, happy faces, and free love slogans.
My favorite piece was a Volkswagen bus planter that yelled “perky”.
But in actuality, I liked the entire set up – her car and her house.
It burns in me,
your broken thoughts.
Reminder of a wound,
healed, yet, not forgotten.
Ain't it too late?
For I can hear the bamboos,
that'll ferry me across,
the meridian being felled.
"Girl!" I say, "Weed off,
your unhealthy doubts."
Ah! The planned waterfall,
is a free fall of thrills.
There ain't a life jacket,
But 'am set to take the plunge,
Holding onto my ABCs*.
You stick to the blueprint, please.
*ABC = Accelerator, Brake, Clutch (meaning controls/basics)