Short Tyre Poems
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Children rolling tyre with a piece of stick,in person or in pictures we have seen and enjoyed this fun such stick is education and the tyre this World
The brakes squeak
and the car hisses…..
a puncture
The spare tyre replaced
the engine revs again
the journey continues.
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Smell the burning rubber.
Hear the screeching tyre.
Watch in awe as the wheels fly off
and the chassis catches fire.
Then avert your eyes.
Say your au revoir.
The casualties are packed in tight
Limp inside the car.
We win, we lose.
Make the party, arty, farty.
Lose like a winner.
Win, win, win.
Work it, benjamin.
Franklin work-out.
I live for it.
Smell the tyre, the rubber.
I see what you mean.
Yeah, yeah, going to it.
Living
Kevin Spacey, Honorary Commander of the British Empire
Set his sister's tree hut on fire!
Usual suspect, little git,
with tyre likes to hit!
Written 3 August 2018
Does numbness set on fire
Sparks fly from a speeding tyre
Racing towards a funeral pyre
Cutting through snows crossfire
Ice can also start a wildfire
Crystal beads a mind occupier
Spilling over from eyes desire
High speed hitting tripwire.
26.12.2020
Parody of ‘Fire and Ice’
Robert Frost.
Had Mom at Home Syndrome
on street police roam
his mother remained at home
have Tyre syndrome
way people will die
police had been challenged by
way people will die
will want to impress
police did want to address
type of mental stress
job of last resort
police would sell people short
mission should abort
Like a fairy caught in fire
Like a bird flying with no Air
Like a butterfly set on pyre
Like a daffodil caught in a tyre
Like all hope mere a satire
Like all dreams out on Hire
Like in ruins her every desire
Like no one is alive there to admire
Like from life She will retire
Like the system has chained her with a wire
People with their dogs
People with their cats
Falling off a log
Slipping on a mat.
Smoking cigarettes
Breathing selfishness
Sport heroes largess
Demonic effectiveness.
Misunderstood opinion
Nail in a tyre
Tears from an onion
Smoke from a fire.
Pains in the neck
Patience always tried
Useless getting upset
Because such is life.
My love, come down
from the act of killing
the sincerely
of tributes.
Your cousin's
been jumping
on trampolines
of her own making,
like sweet devoted.
How rhyming
I have heard
is magically
unseen,
like spokes
in a bicycle's Tyre.
Fanatically
and rapidly,
on a pavement,
slamming pressure,
into opposed virtue
since days of our youth.
Pot hole, O pot hole
I saw you too late
And fell into your clutches
Before I could brake
A teeth rattling crunch
Told me the worst
You'd won the battle
My tyre had burst
And now I am stranded
In the back of beyond
With no cell coverage
And the moon long gone
The tyre was new
And now I am stuck
How bloody typical
I'm fresh out of luck
The road home from Glasgow airport
Tyres in front crying on my windscreen
Combine with the pain from the dark clouds
That blanket the horizon
Make a misty view.
Hard to see
The wipers cannae keep up.
A difficult road to drive
Many lanes to cross
Many emotions to deal with.
Getting closer to home.
Less tyre spray
Clouds breaking up.
I'll see him again.
Slowly he rolls the tyre,
to and fro,
with his pants on,
Laughing with his other
counterparts,
His dirty pants,
Shown in the noon,
Like a rag,
He saw his mother,
And shouted,
Mother!
Where is my father?
Where did he go?
when will he come back?
When will i wear a shirt?
When will i sleep on a bed?
When will there be light?
Where will there be water
from our taps?
Oh! Dear! What Can The Matter Be
Oh Dear! What can the matter be;
Can my flat tyre any flatter be?
Now I'll have to call out the RAC
For an emergency repair.
Oh Dear! Now what can the matter be?
I think I have flattened my battery.
I only have to go from A to B,
I don't think I shall be there!
Barry Stebbings
14/4/2016
Needing a break some time to retire
Jesus went off to the region of Tyre.
But there was a mother
who him did discover
and asked him to heal her daughter so dire.
“The children of Israel first let me feed
rather than the dogs whatever their need.”
“Where the children have been
dogs do scavenge and clean.”
“Your daughter is healed by your faith she is freed.”
Mark 7.24-30
Come on you thin things,
eat some pies,
get some blubber on those thighs.
Eat some chocolate
gain some pounds
Make those boobies nice and round.
Get a spare tyre,
don’t be flat.
Boys don’t like their girls like that.
Make things wobble,
learn to twerk.
You can make that booty work.
Get some roses in those cheeks,
go and eat a bag of sweets
Be all jolly
Be all fat
Boys prefer their girls like that
I hope….
I love to watch you snoring by the fire,
ensconced between my feet. The heating’s on,
so bask in luxury, my little one.
That seized-up hip and generous spare tyre
mean you’ll not venture out. Those days are gone!
But when all else has fled, hope still remains.
Those twitching paws still sing the timeless song,
and in your dreams you’re limber, virile, strong,
cavorting lithely over sunlit plains,
pursuing sparrows one vast summer long.
CLOSE OF THE DAY
Another evening void
Of friends or lovers
Ending in the well lit
Road silent down
To the gut bridge
No cats no traffic
Tarmac surface curving
Down and right
Lots of space without movement
Windows unlit doors unopen
Belisha beacon invites
Its call unanswered
Beer can empty
Rolls in the breeze
Rattles down to the bridge
Waiting to be crushed flat
Under a tyre to end
Its random wandering
24 October 2019
Adoringly, she stares at you,
trusting that you will see her through,
her rescuer from direst straits.
So at your feet, she patient waits.
The master’s children first are fed;
bewildered not by what He said,
she knows her place, but doesn’t care.
She’s certain there’s enough to share.
A Canaanite does thus inspire
the object of her great desire;
In Tyre no less, not synagogues -
great indeed, the faith of dogs…
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musings on Matthew 15:21-28