Short Horsepower Poems
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Morning hoofs a trail of smoke,
Horsepower for modern folk,
With eyes slightly open for pay.
Watch others dive in, do backstroke.
My son and I test-drove a Porsche SUV
Most glorious vehicle you ever did see
550 horsepower
Price... a laugher
Forget the image, an incredible machine
Locomotives idle at their sidings
The world over
The big Case-Hellwig diesels
At low rpms
Or slow revv flashing what horsepower:
The iron-wheel'd gods
Bide their time...
You are a lortus in masserati
A horsepower in Kawasaki
So sexy as Lamborghini Garllado
So smashing my machillargo
As luxurious as the Jeep Commando
As bold as those seats Picanto
I love you like my Yamah
Forget all you’ve heard about horsepower
Hamsters can take you six miles per hour
Running a wheel neath the hood
No oil needed, all is good
These critters can snooze during rush hour
An entry for the Eco-Friendly Vehicles contest
With the feeling of horsepower under me,
brakes do not apply;
if you want to go the speed limit,
stay off the road, I won't be hindered.
Put the soft-top down,
I want to feel the evening wind
blowing unfettered through my hair
and see the moon cruising with me.
Image: Wikipedia, 1989 Cadillac Allante
Rednecks make parts in the basement
They've mastered piston emplacement
They'll bore out a block
To be bigger than stock
Displacement has no replacement
Author's note. A really great guy in the office has a classic '67 Firebird
that will go really fast and has fun taking it to car shows in the area.
This is part of American culture. Yahoooo!
Slugs and snails line the highway,
Munching, crunching, drinking fumes;
Early in the morning, late at day.
A tunnel of black ahead looms,
Feasting on diesel, ready to growl;
Into the maw a lucky one zooms.
Compacted inside the giant jowl,
Hooter poised, horsepower stalls;
Bodies meet with metallic howl.
“Fetch my skimmer, freedom calls,
Flying, leaping o’er all that appalls.”
the old jalopy...
manufacture Oldsmobile;
daily drove to work;
inside my garage,
also dad's 1915 Model J car;
old that jalopy...
that old jalopy,
manufactured by Lozier;
three-three horsepower;
slobmodel auto;
designed with rocket tail-lights;
that old jalopy...
my dad drove in style;
his nineteen-fifty eight Olds,
drove old jalopy;
7/12/19
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
Jolly rancher bought a car with no wheels,
with no tranny, no fenders, and no seals
he has prepared horsepower
and the platform was a dour
but he just couldn't reject the cowboy deals!
Written: May 1st, 2022
3TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Checked by HMS.COM
Lines 1, 2, and 4 Have 10 Syllables each
Lines 3 and 4 Have 7 syllables each
By Parizo Van Thulare
Your lines so powerful
Deeper and deeper i'm falling
From planet earth to mars i became a believer
You are a horsepower in ferarri
Your stanzas run wild as those wheels of Bugatti
Snoaring and roaring as the angine of Maserrati
At a speed of Lambhoghini
They toast my soul toppingly
They roast my emotions topographically
Mend me more with those rhyming lines
Keep on inverting those inspiring words
Horses, hearty and hale,
Hither they hurry, hooves hitting the trail.
Hear their harmonious hum,
Heavy with history, homeward they come.
Heads held high, with haughty grace,
Hair flowing free, a flowing mane's embrace.
Harness and halter, a humbling hold,
Humble steeds, stories untold.
Hoofs beat a rhythm, a rhythmic refrain,
Horsepower and heart, a powerful strain.
Heroes of history, heroes of yore,
Horses, forever, we'll forever adore.
When western winds in my ear sing
The memories of rivers bring
A horseman
Cut of rough land and bronze timber
Surefooted walk, lean and limber
Horsepower
I fumbled where he was at ease
Our hands would touch in flirty tease
Of horseplay
Through golden grass, me and my guy
Galloping free to chase the sky
On horseback
Now, in my city life, I keep
Over my bed, to grace my sleep
One horseshoe.
5/09/20
For "Compounding the Verse" contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Friend
I have a friend I haven’t seen for ages
We met so long ago
Companies advertised in the yellow pages
Cars were ninety horsepower
And London’s tallest
was the Post office tower.
I sent him a text, to congrats his team
He said he’d call, have a chat
We haven’t spoken yet, so I guess that’s that.
But I know when we catch up
He’ll burst my sides
We’ll feed of each other
Till we can’t breathe
I love him. My mate from the past.
See you soon!
David Cox 17/05/22