Short Sedan Poems

Acorns rain loudly
On the roof of the sedan
As I wait for gold...

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Eight star-silver and cloud white
    vehicles all in a line.  One red sedan
          their punctuation mark....

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I would like my own sedan chair please
I would take it with me to Belize
But if they get sick
My pole man named Nick
Could be a bumpy ride if they sneeze....

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my old sports car’s
fun, eye-catching plates

tossed in the trunk of
my new sedan

part of my joy
unrenewed. . . . like
those vanity plates


For  Joann Grisetti's
 Shanzi Poetry Contest...

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Body parts on a woman can sure excite a man
Simple things like slender legs can start his minivan
Other things help him react
Make him tremble in fact
Becomes incoherent and drools on his sedan...

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Keeling
   epode masts
       tilt horizon’s sun
          collecting crimson

               Her sails ablaze
                  make mauve
                     evanesce


(9/22/2020: '97 Sea Ray 550 Sedan Bridge; Septolet contest)...

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Fully standard man
Come straight out the can
Right into the pan 
According to plan 

Sports fan
Sensible sedan 
Don't ask how it began 
Sleepwalking man 

In some kind of jam
Wonder where I am 
Think it all a big scam 
Malfunctioning man

February 24, 2018...

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It was on an old dirt road, back in the country 
That I first tasted of life’s great sin 
In the backseat of that old sedan 
That I borrowed from one of my kin 
I thought I knew everything 
But she taught me a lot more 
A rookie she laughingly called me 
As she blew cigarette smoke out the door...

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The slightest sound
                        imaginable
So soft, barely audible
                        implausible

Such a tiny bump --
  Had I even heard anything --

Produces such an awful
                        S C R A T C H

On my once-shiny, once-new
                         black Sedan...

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When an Ode Operator named Jan
hits the road in her Sonnet sedan,
she keeps Lines in their lanes
riding Rhyme's rough terrains
and drives home every Poe'm that she can



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This limerick was written 
for my Soup buddy Jan Allison. 
Thank you for your playful 
input and positive support - 
you are appreciated! xoxo...

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Crushingly tired driving down the freeway,
other cars take the fast lane past me,
light blinds me through my dirty windshield
and the wireless distracts me from the road.
Dragging my wonder to an angry hour ago...

A sedan nearly sends me off the side and 
needlessly I slam on my brakes before he weaves.
Shock subsides and security builds
in knowing my needs were watched while
I was not wincing through my dirty windshield....

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Everyday I pass the man
Wanting so bad that beer can
Talking about his future plans
Waiting for someone to give a hand
He lights up with a smile so grand
As I make conversation his eyes scan
Is this when our friendship first began
Near the beach and in the sand
Nothing to give in my sedan
Reaching in my soul I ran
Through ideas and where to land
In his life its not a scam
Friendship other than
Material world is not a fan....

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the parking lot of a CVS
two minutes from your house
the backseat of a four door sedan

your sister starts to shake against the door
heaving, sniffling sobs
her breath fogs against the glass
exhale exhale exhale

we should go home he says eventually
the girls are upset
you have never seen him cry before

in bed you pull the sheet over your head
and smear tears across the backs of your hands

the phone screen is too bright
2-5 years the internet says
there is no cure...

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