Short Seatbelt Poems
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Carsick staring up at the sky
close the roof as the sun rolls by
my seatbelt is a gray tongue that licks me into my seat
I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat
a deafening thud
seatbelt hurriedly fastened
a fender bender
a cell phone quickly hidden
s/he can't explain what happened
written January 26, 2022
I have a seatbelt and a helmet in the loo
Eating chilli, precaution is a have to
With the flame from my rear
It was any mans fear
The G force in a spit second was zero to mach 2
Life is full of the unexpected
Both welcomed and not
Never knowing what each day will bring
From life’s mystery pot
So fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy the ride ahead
Try not to dwell on the hard times
Savour all the good times instead
The sound of my heart
Thump, Thump Thump
The tracks turn to start
Click, Click, Click
The coaster starts to move
Bum, Bum, Bum
My stomach starts to groove
Glur, Glur, Glur
The coaster lift itself
Shwish, Shwish, Shwish
Forgot to check seatbelt
AH, AH, AH
Calling all vehicular drivers in this land,
All travelers’ safety is in your hands;
Wear seatbelt, don’t race, over speed or over-take,
You’re not an aviator nor pilot for passengers’ sake;
While driving, avoid drinking and using electronic device
Obey all traffic signals, have license—take my advice.
That roller coaster’s SOoooooo
real my stomach lurches
and i hold ooooooNTO
the sides of my chair
WHatttt? Noooo seatbelt!
the voices alongside
my head say i mustn’t
be loud SOoooooo
in whispers Iiiiii scream
real Loooooooud!
11/16/2017
I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.
Screeches of the tires,
The impact of the crash.
The sound of the
Water hitting the car.
I sit there trapped.
My seatbelt clings to
My weak body.
Unable to move.
As I sit there
Water flowing in
There’s nothing I can do.
Paralyzed in this car.
Paralyzed like my mind.
Trapped in my own head.
As the water flows in.
The car is my mind,
The water is emotion.
There’s nothing I can do.
I feel paralyzed as
These emotions overcome my mind.
(This is a fictional poem)
I drove my taxi right after I smoked some pot.
I had a bad accident and a lengthy prison sentence was what I got.
I was taking a newlywed couple to a motel.
The crash I had killed them both and now my life is hell.
I was saved by my seatbelt but I wish I would've died too.
Living with this guilt isn't an easy thing to do.
If someone offers you marijuana, please say no.
Because if you drive right after smoking it, this prison is where you may go.
Form:
Our son-in-law was in a really bad wreck yesterday
He according to the test has no broken bones but is in terrible pain
The ER doctor let him come home last night
Thank God that he had on his seatbelt and that God protected him
It could have been so much worse
He was going around 50 MPH and someone ran a stop sign
He broadsided them because he did not know they were not going to stop
It totaled out the truck he drives at work
Thank you, Sara K
Do not bring me to doctors’ appointments
unless you want me to tell the truth.
“I always wear my seatbelt,” you say.
“That is a lie,” I correct you.
“I threw away those pills,” you say.
“He took two of them yesterday,” I tell the nurse.
The nurse looks like she is going to cry.
This is about the eighth question,
and they have all gone the same way.
“I think I’ll wait outside in the waiting room,” I say.
If he wants to get medications based on lies,
is it really any of my business?