Short Gasoline Poems
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We drove crime and it made us mean
But now we appear more serene
Without exposure
Global composure
Improved with lead free gasoline
the look he gave me
made me want to
taste everything
even if that meant
getting killed
he was the gasoline to my careless cigarette
Form:
if you go slow
or fast you need gas
if its on the hiway
by day
or night
you must stop
and shop
for the car or trucks theme
GOSOLINE
i love you dangerously that you were the fire and i was the gasoline like if we could ever come together.... like a grenade we would both explode
Nostrils flair
As scents waft in
Gasoline
Wet asphalt
Rain pours down
Cars muddle by
I safe in my perch
Safe in my birch
Still unbent by time
Orphaned Christmas conifers heap'd
Side by side Assiniboine bank
Native green and vertical felled
Blackened aboriginal limbs
White Man gasoline chainsaw teeth.
As the cost of gasoline we’re computin’
To Vladimir P. it’s been imputined
Whereas that’s a subject of much disputin’
I’ll leave the solution to the high-falutin’
One problem with gasoline is, it smells
Another is, prices are high as hell --
But a real good friend of mine
Pays just a buck forty-nine --
Says he stocks up daily at Taco Bell
At least BP, despite the oil spill,
is giving us a break, not the thrill;
plan a luxurious cruise ship...
pop that champagne cork and slowly sip!
Uncle Sam, be kind...pass the bill!
Black light beauty
But she ain't the queen
barfight reckless
without the mean
A water spout
That pours out gasoline
And all the colors that I feel for you
Share all the same shades without the blue
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Springtime’s hum appears~
steel teeth gnaw the thirsty grass,
spits green confetti.
Scent of violence lingers,
fresh-cut and gasoline sweet.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…
No tears, no complaints, far cheaper than gasoline!
7/21/202.
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We learn of corruption
As if it were a whirl
Not of Cinnamon but of a plummeting jungle.
As a garden without cedar
Full of gasoline and no talent.
An airliner seeking Justice
Going ablaze.
Full of deceit.
Form:
I wish I was a scent creator
for Yankee Candle
I can just taste them now:
fresh cut grass,
gasoline fumes,
dragged dirt,
after rain smell,
where you breathe in
and the air tastes like dirt
or earthworms.
The sound of screams,
the sight of blood,
the smell of sulfer and gasoline...
The warm tears,
the throbbing pain,
the sense of fear...
Then I awake
only to close my eyes once more
how much more can I take!?
Form:
the Shaolin Buddhist Monk
sit right in the center of the
city square wearing bright
orange sacred robe
in lotus position
soaked in gasoline
did lite the match to himself
who silently cried out for peace
In 1952 a robot stopped by the Sinclair gas station.
Walked up to the pumps and had an instant celebration.
Gas station attendant was horrified but stayed away.
As the creature filled up on gasoline that weird Tuesday.
Your mind is like a cigarette
And your heart is like a tank of gasoline,
So who am I to pull the trigger?
And who are you to play with fire?
And who are we to take this squirming light
And paint the world with screams?
I'm afraid of rising seas
poison food and losing bees.
Gasoline and broken wars
I'm afraid of unlocked doors.
I'm afraid of acid rain
growing old and future pain.
But when I gaze into the sky
I feel a sense of knowing why.
I pull up weeds and dig them
Out by blade and hand,
Then gasoline for poisoning
To root them from my land.
The toughest, most resistant
Weeds are colored black:
The choking dread within my head.
I yank, but it grows back.
Alive we bleed alone we burn.
Dry wood and gasoline strike a match and we burn.
Turn on a light we shine.
Give us a dream we fight.
Give us a hope we prove our determination.
Together we are Unbreakable.
And as one Impenetrable.
Search for existence spreads thin
Our gasoline days numbered by the sun
While collection hounds scour zombie minds
Striving for fact and nimble opportunity
Institutions shunting brick and mortar
Each road running against walls of fate
Went to cut the grass
Lawnmower would not start
Just needed gasoline to run
So I got some gas
Lit a match, flame on
Spilled some on the lawn
Sun was so hot
Whole lot burnt-up
8/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Why do we have to have physical bodies?
We are spiritual beings, are we not?
Bodies cause clutter, mess, confusion, and work.
Without bodies we would not have to have
Houses, cars, gasoline, groceries or insurance.
Did God make a mistake?
Armed with the proper medicine
To face the awakening Armageddon
Tap into a berserker's adrenaline
Hurricane apocalypse gasoline felon
My brain food is the unused mind
I eat from your split melon
I hope now I got your full attention