Short Miles Per Hour Poems
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The northern pintail does not hesitate.
For mating season, he's never late.
When he espies the first spring flower,
He heads north at fifty miles per hour.
Somewhere on the North York Moor
Pedal almost through the floor
Engine soon began to roar
Eighty miles per hour for sure
Death comes quick on the A64...
There was once a lady named Babs Bower
Who lived 'cross town on a street called Tower
She could talk you to death
Not coming up for breath
Gabbed with gusts up to ninety miles per hour
Peregrine Falcons can fly up to 200 miles per hour
Not a chance for their prey to avoid being devoured
Yum yum whatta feast
That's a real flying beast
Instead why can't they just eat grass and pretty flowers
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
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Flyover of no return
David J Walker
I remember
Approaching 40
Going 60 miles per hour
Reaching for the marker
That might curtail the power
And avail a slower pace
A space that might embrace
A respite in the race
On its way to 100 and
the flyover of no return
I like this feeling.
It's like a motor going
at one hundred twenty
miles per hour.
Stopping for gas every
fifty miles or so.
The wind blowing through
your hair.
On such a beautiful night.
The thunder roaring,
as though a lion after
it's prey.
Teeth clench, lips explore.
As we continued to make
love in a storm.
In nineteen hundred thirty eight
Howard found a new record to break.
Around the world the fastest ever;
Three hundred fifty two miles per hour.
He filled the plane with ping pong balls.
In case of a crash to cushion the fall.
He also had the bright notion.
They would keep him afloat should he fall to the ocean.
© Apr 13 2010
Traveling in the chariots of the mind
Top down, flying my freak flag in the wind
80 miles per hour at the speed of light, red
Sound of the sirens singing in my head
6 pack by my side for company
Through town I wave to the masses
Going faster as the police make me stop
My horse has been drinking tonight
He should quit it
I hope he gets the ticket
The street lights that led to my heart
are turned off for the moment
when the lights turn back on,
you'll see a changed man,
with a road paved of gold leading
to the warm place, called my heart;
and see all those beautiful women
turn and drive 55 miles per hour
down that golden road,
being led down by the street lights
that burn bright,
in the summer evening twilight.
I am looking at triangle
From inside a square
Above the earthy atmosphere
Speeding at 1 million miles per hour
And all for what ?
To supersede a satellite
Of unfinished symphony
As i am E=MC2
Yes i am Einstein
I am Brown
I am the Manhattan project
I am the Big Bang Theory
I am Nuclear
I am the greatest killer
Know to man
For i am dead pan
I am the son of Sam
Cars run down the road to New York City
Looking for cattle
There must be another way to make hamburgers
Not too many pastures in Manhattan
Traffic won't permit it
Going zero miles per hour is no way to hunt for dinner
What's McDonald’s secret
They sell billions every year
People in India are vegetarians
Animals have souls and ancestry
Cows carry signs in the city
“No buns or bumpers”
“Beep if you love Jesus”
Life in the fast lane
... is go, go, go,
Fleeting in vain ...
Take the one that's slow
100 miles per hour
Pedal to the metal,
One foot has the power
To let that needle settle
Time goes by fast
It goes fast enough,
Speeding right passed
All the good stuff
Rush, rush, rush
There is time to lose,
With stop signs lush
They're there to use
Take a break ...
With life, superb,
For your own sake
Pull over to the curb.
How fast is a shooting star?
Meteor showers are amazing.
I saw one the other day.
Some meteors collide with us at a hundred miles per hour.
Aren’t you glad when the reach earth they are the size of a grain of sand?
It makes me wonder though
What happens if they come in at that speed
And hit your skull?
Do they become part of your brain?
Does your body ingest them?
Do you spit them out in gaseous form?
Inquiring mind wants to know.....
Two race cars on I-70 are gaining on my red Lincoln.
They are propelled with extra momentum as they fly past.
Swishing around me as if I am sitting still.
I am traveling 77 miles per hour.
They must be doing at least a hundred each.
I know I have matured because I do not get angry.
I do not chase them down, determined to pass them
I do not cuss or get angry.
Instead, I admire their gumption
Remembering how I used to drive, once upon a time.
Brainstorm
No peace
Never rest
Trapped
Whirlwind anger and fear
Mind's eye blurring
Seething with hate
One hundred miles per hour
Consuming rage
What you have done
Can never be
Brainstorm
Blinding pain
No escaping
Mindless hopelessness
You beg forgiveness of me
That can never be
I'll have my revenge
Blood in my eyes
This storm will pass
When I lay you in a grave
Brainstorm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
10/05/18
Sei Whales are listed as, endangered
They are found in most oceans, on our planet
but they don’t inhabit, tropical and polar region oceans
and are known to be very important, for the health of the oceans
Sei Whales have speed, of up to thirty miles per hour
But that doesn’t help them, when it comes to human activities
with the threats are climate change, pollution and net fishing
along with scientific research by Japan, for “scientific whaling”
The speed limit on this street is twenty-five miles per hour.
When you exceed it, it turns our sweet disposition sour.
In the morning and afternoon, they walk this way to school.
Your careless speeding will make you look like a fool.
Here is an intersection where our young children cross.
Having your vehicle strike them would be a great loss.
Our children are too young to be placed in a grave.
It is their lives that we want to save.
Our planet spins on its tilted axis
At a speed of around a thousand
Miles per hour,
Whilst also rotating around the sun
At a speed of sixty-seven-thousand
Miles per hour,
Could all of this be controlled by an
Omnipotent power?
We live in a universe that
Is constantly changing,
Creating, destroying
And continually rearranging,
We live in a world that has more
Questions than answers,
Could there be an
Omnipotent choreographer,
And we’re merely the dancers?