Short Towed Poems

In snow and mud stuck off the road
On hill—we killed anti-skid mode
Then cleaned your tire tread
And rocked straight ahead
So now you've no need to be towed! 
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We have a mild start to winter so far
So much better for driving the family car
No skidding off the road
No need to be towed
Even throw snowballs while playing my sitar...

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Contrary Mary

There once was a boat named “Mary”
She towed many a barge as a ferry.
One day she was mad.
She groaned; she was bad.
And that's why the folks call her, "Contrary.”

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 7, 2010
Poetic form:  Limerick...

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Now who do you think,
you really are,
after two long hours,
in the neighborhood bar.

That smirky smile,
tells me all I need to know,
when you come out,
your car will be towed.

I have told you once,
and I have told you twice,
you have met your match,
enjoy your walk tonight....

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my car broke down
when i went out of town
i got mad and kicked the fender
i never should have took the lender
so i had it towed back to town
and then i saw that stinkin clown
and then i started to frown
it's been a long day 
so i went home to my wife
i wonder if i can continue my life....

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Metal bent and plastics shorn
along the street glitter adorn,
remains of combat vehicular
litter on oiled asphalt and tar.
Quickly towed, no cars remain,
Perhaps some water or other stain,
Why do they not clean up it all?
A message, perhaps of human fall.
Until the rain or employed hand
sweep away the remnants and sand....

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We had to rent a car one Christmas trip, a horror show.
Returning home, we slid off road into the blinding snow.
We got a lift to a motel, but then our car got towed.
That hellish Christmas, not so hot, for us was freezing cold.

Written Nov. 23, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich for a CHristmas Memory Contest of Broken Wings....

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The driver thought oh what the heck 
but his motor was a complete wreck
It shouldn’t be on the road …
Caught by cops; car gets towed
His fine, it will be a huge cheque

news.sky.com/story/rolling-wreck-battered-car-with-no-windows-plates-or-mirrors-pulled-over-by-police-11189607

01/01/18...

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When driving, we use WAZE, which is
A talking GPS.
It finds the quickest routes and thus
Eliminates some stress.

At times, it issues warnings
Like an "obstacle on road,"
So we'll both be on the lookout
To avoid our being towed.

But it took a while to realize 
That an "animal ahead"
Won't leap out to cause some damage;
It's already stone cold dead!...

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I don’t run after things these days.
It’s that foggy, broken feeling.
Depression is…
Something that is free.
As free as footprints on cement.
We don’t plan these things.
I don’t know why they towed my car.
I don’t think I own a car, anyway…
I don’t think I know how I got here.
It takes 4 hours and 23 minutes to get home.
So there’s not much time.
For horrible things....

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Leaders whom we followed
Are very rare, sporadic woad
Who cures by brain stowed
With lots of info like Spode.
Mrs. Jyoti Kumta, a Daniel, rode
Like a strong horse strode
And asked all of us to goad
Upon values, which we towed
Earlier on an unknown road.
Thanks to Jyoti who mowed
Our ignorance and sowed
Seeds of cognition and glowed.
She completely made an abode
In our hearts and not be decode....

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Gemstones on a shoreline
maladjusted to the saltiness of fallen tears
basted in the din of sunbeam atoms colliding
the neap, a resting time from mortal waveforms
towed beneath the sanded plasma of sinking unblown glass
a final lash, a glinting sorrow, an eternal goodbye
so many facets unturned, a reminder of the emptiness
no shimmer on the barren plains of shore, a reflection
of the once and final aortic beat...

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Will you take me into your space,
cradle me upon the sultry limbs of your nebulous grace?
the expansive arms of the universe,
where peaceful slumber awaits.
Your poetry laden comets,
bore abundant love;
all towed in freights.
Gingerly drinking in the depth
of your face,
seemingly blindfolded;
I'll tread each dark crater.
My head in a swirl of your majestic trace,
where I would stumble upon
a love ever so pure....

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Limerick crochet: The Saga of Sea Anne-Anne

Once the Captain of the good ship Anne-Anne
Took to the waves to conquer the main.
Slept round the clock mid-ship
Towed his women aft-ship:
Yet women and ship turned on him in pain.

The Flying Oarsman won America gain
And tamed the raging waters Sea Anne-Anne.
One cup he never won
Was the Darling fourth one:
A touching tale this: the tears shed by Jane!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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The leaves are falling
this I find appalling
winter is calling
But
a welcome break from
leaves needing raked
removal of dead snake
Then
grass that needs mowed
dead branches towed
flowers need tended
And
defects in lawn mended
choices for changes defended
dirt dug, joints screaming
Now
results bring new meaning
to weeded mess
now blessed
with roses and mums
Not work but 
FUN
Can't wait till next year
to start all over again...

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I apologize right from the start.
I had a day that broke my heart. 
It seemed no matter what I'd do.
It all just seemed to make me blue.

First the washer overflowed.
Then my bicycle got towed.
The wind blew away my receipt.
I had to resort to my feet.

You'll have to read between the lines.
This is the way God deals out fines.
I can't remember a worse day.
I hope another never comes my way.

Just so you know, I woke up better.
But, one day at a time in this short letter....

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Erect this rampart around my lone heart
in case we must part before I can start
hoping for more
while I implore
your grace and your art when you must depart.

When current and sea wash right over me
I babble a plea like lonesome debris
while getting towed,
saline bestowed,
until I agree to life’s jubilee.

Tumult shall erase what I can’t replace
to wash that sole trace of bliss from my face
you must return--
make my soul burn
as flames dance to chase my cheerful disgrace....

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