Short Motorists Poems

A missed countryside.
Tunnel-vision motorists,
Race to smoke city
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If your strive to be hated by
Pedestrians and motorists,
Buy a rusty bike and drive.
Half of them, will hate, at least!...

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cornflower's bloom
beside a tarred road

stalking buttercups
across the way

motorists pass
unseeing souls
toward unknown sights...

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I always wanted to work with job and bob at my dream job as a cop writing parking tickets near the shop with a badge on top listening to pop music with pods stuck in my ears. Armed with my stop watch I signal motorists to stop and watch the traffic lights....

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Lying in the street
Bleeding to death
Pleading for life
Not any Medicare
Or Inquiry 
Offender at large,
No burial or cremation
An innumerable number of tires
Run over the dead body
Justice is beyond the reach
Of the loved ones 
The life of every animal matters,
be the motto of the motorists....

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Tunbridge Wells a town in Kent
Traffics woe on residends '
Takes away is the only logic
Council offices in payment frolic
Causing motorists to vent '

Vacant shops abd stagnant flow
Traffic bottlenecked no go '
Monson to mt pleaasnt back
Green as cabbage, sense a lack
Sad to note that, such is so.'...

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Woman at a stop.

She stood at the stop
Cracking knees, stooping shoulders
Mothball odors
Medicine pores,
Disparate thoughts, waves of empty,
Numb buzzing nothingness
Imbibing vibrations of motorists,
Whirring, whizzing by
Crumpled yellow sere sheaves blow 
By the venous sheer skin, her feet
Swollen out of her shoes
She waits,
For the bus....

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It's not a matter of confrontations face to face.
Like most things, it's all about time and space.

Highways and roadways are designed for travelers.
The motorists may be workers or vacationers.

Lanes have their basic function and purpose,
And it's very vital that we learn to focus.

Your lane is mine; My lane is your lane.
Yielding is often the key to avoiding pain.

031624PS...

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Winter walks away 
through spring mud 
and melting snow, 
face weighted in frown, 
Napoleon fists unclenched 
in humiliating retreat, 
his Grande Armee of cold, 
ice and wind 
dying on their feet 
utterly depleted 
never to fully recover 

in truth, 
Winter was once 
Emperor, 
outflanking Autumn, 
outsmarting snowplows, 
outraging motorists, 
and quite possibly 
overestimating himself...

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If you are on many roads throughout New Jersey,
you will see something of a peculiarity.
These are things many out-of-state drivers fail to see.
If there are any left turns motorists have to make,
a jug handle turn to the right they have to take.
Some persons behind the wheel still try to make a left turn.
These are the dummies most people would like to burn.
Accidents and delays are caused by these fools.
Have every one of them attend driving schools.
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A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence....

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