Short Road Rage Poems

Two fools
swerve through traffic
meet...

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it must be road rage
more than the middle finger
the middle toe too...

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Road Rage

Driver of car
ranting and raving
shouting out swear words...

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the driver
barking at cyclists
his dog confused



posted on July 15, 2018...

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Red nose on wet glass
Clown covered in broken glass….
Should have let him pass...

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We know all roads lead to Rome
So you drive a posh Motor Home
For goodness sake
Elate your mate
And lose that damn garden gnome!...

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Ruled By the Road

There are those who may be fooled,
When we by road  have been ruled;
Road rage,
Never engage;
Always will win when we are dueled.

Jim Horn...

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"Lights Beam"
"Horns Sing"

"Beep Beep"  
"You Creep"

"Face Frown"
"Slow Down"  

"Move It"
"Dim Wit"

"Scream Shout"
"Look Out"

"Dirty Smirk"
"You Jerk"...

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Folks scream, honk and shout like they have no brain
Even in fog and the glare and the rain
Slow down rounding a hill
And you'll wind up road kill
I know I'm bound to be driven insane!

1/24/23...

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Young teenage drivers with looks of scorn
Coming up behind blaring their horn
With anger and road rage
Too scary for their age
Especially with expletives sworn 

7/30/19

Contest: Whats Bugging Me

Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues...

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Cruising in my pickup truck

Seems I might be out of luck

A semi with a heavy load

Just ran my ass off the road

I wonder if he was aware

I doubt he even saw me there

Not much to do at this stage

To help subdue my growing rage...

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Roaring round roads raucously  
Orally overtly offending operators
Acrid antagonistic adjectives aired
Defiantly daring distracted drivers

Ranting raving railing
Aggravate annoy atrocious
Gregarious gone Goebbels
Exacerbate engage enrage...

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For lent you have to give up
Something that you enjoy
Well that gave me a lot more choices
When I was but a boy
Now it’s not quite so easy
I don’t enjoy too much at my age
So I will have to give up being cantankerous
Or just give up road rage...

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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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Driving alone through the pouring rain,
plenty of time and road to gain,
now who is that nut driving so insane,
it must be a dang lame brain,

Sakes alive! they keep switching lanes!
Why can't they wait 'til the weather wanes!?
All these nuts! done strained my brain,
Complain, complain, blame, blame, blame!...

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Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Road rage—
Osama,
Oboma—
JFK,
Blown away—
Thin ties,
Tie dyes—
Ernest Tubb,
Beelzebub!

WMD,
Wannbe—
John McCain
Still a pain—
911,
Twenty-four seven—
JonBennet,
Turned away—
Poetry,
Geometry—
James Dean,
Was a queen—
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Still the rage....

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Young buck
steals truck

Drives fast
Flies past

Beeps horn
To warn

Road rage
Rampage

Cuts in
Too thin

Fender 
Bender

Crashed car
Poor Pa!*

Huge mess …
confess

In cell
It’s hell

In clink
Can think

British way of saying 'pa' which sounds like 'par'*
6th June 2015
a more serious set of footles...

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You and your Road Rage
   Should be locked in a cage
Way back in the Stone Age
   You blacken the Space Age

Each time you go on a rampage
   Won't you please try to gauge
How you impact the teen-aged
   You and your Road Rage

Your words are an outrage
   Once released, can't be assuaged
They disgrace your 'Golden Age'
   You and your Road Rage...

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ROAD BULLY

You really are a putz
You beep, you crowd
Your radio’s loud
You act like such a nut

You really are a pain
You swerve, you brake
For heavens sake
You rarely use your brain

You really think your queen
You text, you read
All while you speed
And then get really mean

A bully is what you are
The swears, the rage
Not acting your age
All this while driving a car...

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Who is that fiend, I asked today, that races down the road,
In a hard-cased metal tomb that the Devil kindly sold.
He must have heard, despite the growling protest of a wail,
For in that instance a defense of smoke erupted from its tail.
It blinded me from seeing who believed to have control.

Play your lavish games with your flimsy mortal soul,
And with a jolt of impact crash, as reality takes its toll....

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Hover cars.
Who needs them?
Los Angeles.
Maybe if they had them, the gangs would stop fighting.

Hover cars.
Have they been invented yet?
I am sure they have.
Let's get them out onto the highways, and stop the road rage.

Hover cars.
Built for congested freeways.
For people who spend four hours a day in their cars.
Pretending to like something on the radio.
How can we get them to Los Angeles? Fast!...

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Road rage at starlit dusk, curdling like grilled blood
When noise of a hurried pack swerves with screams;
The freeway transforms into a  jail of time-muggers
As I smell the  acrid odor of jumbled agitation.
Pine boughs rest  and sway along the dusty byway
Thawing  a tired  mind to watch moonray above, lending light—
An evening  assured  open doors  would  welcome me home.


Seven For Chaos And Order
nette onclaud Contest 28 Jan 2017...

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Memories of him are still there upon Weymouth Road
his sullen white cross nailed to the old Kauri
symbolize by countless layers of uncaring street wise graffiti,
while burdensome scars revealed by heavy metal grow faint
and the old Rose i placed withered and faded
in the over grown yet still blood stained grass,
a monument still there for the few of us
those that cared those with lives full of guilt
'when you mate ran out of life number nine!'

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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I hate driving
I hate what it does to me
I strive to be better
And behave courteously

But the second
The car door slams
I feel myself change
Into a different man

I lose my communication skills
Speaking in gestures
Or coded messages on the horn
That don’t relieve the pressure

Driving makes me intolerant
Impatient and aggressive
It makes me angry
Selfish and abusive

I hate driving
I hate what it does to me
It fills me with rage
For every thing I see...

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What do you see
When you open your ears and hear
The smell of death
Descending upon the valley
Quickly and methodically
Choosing words to fit
The description 
While the sketch artist 
Chokes them down with a
Lime juice chaser. 
Upon completion,
You see a mirror on the desk
And marvel at your own eyes
Gazing intently at your own
Eyes.
Confusion.
How does one project themselves?
Only I recognize me.
I giggle at the self-loathing,
And the pathetic detective work....

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