Short Accelerator Poems

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...

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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....

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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....

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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 --...

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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...

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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....

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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)...

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