Short Swerved Poems
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I wrote a song
It had you name
I went up and down and swerved around
The tune came in and I sang out loud
Your name
Your smile in tune with my beating drum
I dint know but this was what they called love
She chants saccharine words
Calamity dissolves into ruins
The sweetest words I’d ever heard
She chants saccharine words
All focus swerved
A conquest worth pursuing
She chants saccharine words
Calamity dissolves into ruins
Crashed my car as I swerved to miss a chicken crossing the road.
She stopped and stared as I got out to inspect the damage.
“Why were you crossing the road?” I yelled.
She turned away and walked off into the Winter night.
Stupid riddle.
At
first glance
found trouble.
We crossed that line,
turned off cruise control.
Gear shift wasn’t in park,
going down woke up the need.
We swerved all over each other.
Hanky panky just like our heyday.
Echoes of shrieks, we never stop at one.
'Twas claimed Titanic was unsinkable.
To think otherwise was unthinkable!
Alas, she met her fate,
Because she swerved too late!
Tangling with ice cubes proved it sinkable!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
When the greens turned brown
And the blues swerved white
Desolate branches swayed
On a cold wintry night
Silence echoed- till mornings sky...
Warmth the trees- 'fore they die
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10-28-2021
There’s something richly picturesque
About the contortion of a man who has just
Swerved into the left lane in order to throw ugly gestures
At you through your open window--
All for shifting to the right
So you wouldn’t miss your exit.
I smile back in relief that
He didn’t need to be in the right lane
After all
As her car crossed paths with the oncoming driver,
out her window she shouted "PIG!"
The oncoming driver screamed back "WITCH!" to the woman
is what the oncoming driver did.
When he came around the curve
he immediately swerved
into a huge pig and was killed in an instant.
The moral of the story simply is this:
Men, if only they'd listen.
Oh Deer
Look deer, a deal.
Steering wheel swerved.
My meal on wheels.
Deer-ly Departed
Hunter hunted.
See there’s Freddy -
stopped dead in tracks.
Just Look Up Fool
High beam dreamer.
Should occur to
him; heir on roof.
Hibernation Hideout
Bern let cub go.
Small bear-throw safe
in fro-zen sleep.
How exhilarating to observe
All around the white snow as it swerved,
Around the towering dark fir trees,
That grew richly on slopes in the breeze.
Below a small farm provided heat
Food was plentiful so that friends would meet.
The scene soon stopped, but there was still hope,
I took my toy and shook the snow globe.
Snow fell. The crib lit. I dreamt of a luscious feast.
It’s White Christmas again.
Living on the edge,
on a thin razor like edge,
I walked on one side,
of a deep yawning wedge,
wind blew hard in a roar,
sweeping my hairs,
my legs swerved,
as if inviting a fall,
I steadied,
only to be windswept again,
precipitatinggly and gingerly,
I walked along,
life is a similar wedge,
with you on one edge,
it is not known for sure,
when a wind might blow,
and take you deep in wedge,
quite dead.
This is a tale of my good friend, Rich,
who drove like a mad son-of-a-bit*h.
Once on a drive home too far
he swerved into a parked car
so sadly Rich had to ditch and hitch!
He’d get drunk and sing “I don’t like reggae”
and all night we’d hear “no, no, I love it, eh!”
The more he drank
the louder he stank
and we all dreaded that Dreadlock Holiday!
Written: August 2014
True to your name golden
You’re an angel from heaven
As a host you simply shine
Magnanimous are you fine
Celestial virtues so sublime
Enthrall me to cloud nine
Ever indebted to thee such
No words to express much
‘Srikhand’ when you served
My palate got just swerved
What a lavish dish was it..!
So sumptuous and so sweet..!!
Willing to be guest thine
Again if Lord does divine
Today being thy birth day cool
I wish thee all success full..!!
Fears, tears, and loss so great.
Yet it didn’t have to be done.
A car swerved, then lost control.
Now other lives are gone.
Those around so severely hurt.
Live changes can’t be undone.
Memories, horror, perhaps more loss.
Life becomes so cruel for all.
All because one chose to drink, then drive.
A choice that didn’t have to become.
Now he will live… several not…
Forgiveness may never come…
As fears, tears, and more loss will travel with the one.
I don’t like painting.
I don’t like to sing.
The hours I waste after school.
Make them think I’m a fool.
I chose to do nothing.
Even when my phone rings.
I cry when I hear a call.
They just want me to play basketball.
The calls go unanswered.
Like my prayers, the day we swerved,
And rolled down a hill,
I remember her body, still…
If I had a hobby…
Maybe that would help with the memories.
But these days, I let them consume me.
Because I was the one who hit the tree.