Volkswagen Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Riding the Big Circle in 1970


boy of eighteen driving a restless volkswagen
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
finding cool music by santana on the tune dex
finding tanned chicks in bikinis riding stingrays 
riding cool like cats cruising for cheeseburgers
blond surfer chicks wearing beads from mexico
hitchhiking at noon for a ride to San Bernardino
bumming cigarettes with cleavages and lipstick
seeking bootleg kisses in the front seat of a ford
rapping stories about the rolling stones concert
talking tales of fuzz box nookie in the parking lot
boy of eighteen cruising the big circle in corona
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand

Premium Member orange is my delight

I am a girl, and pink is okay
but orange is my delight
Give me orange or nothing at all
I like it in polka dots, plaids, and paisleys
Stripes are not my favorite, but I would take stripes
If it included the color orange

If you want to give me a combination of colors
I lean toward the preteen magazine covers of the early seventies
orange, pink and yellow would be the perfect choice for me
I would take them in a couch, throw pillows, or a new car.
If it is a car, please make it a Volkswagen bus.
I am a hippie.

Premium Member our strong puppy

My puppy’s paws are the size of a Volkswagen bus
He is ten months old
He likes to dance with us
He leads
His neck is stronger than our leg muscles
This gives us a tiny idea of what we have to look forward to


Premium Member I did half a cart wheel

I did half a cart wheel
once pooped a quarter
don't ask
OK, i also tried the dog food
the crunchy stuff wasn't bad
I'll still eat the last cookie 
and love taking the large strawberry
that sits atop the display
whenever I wear a nice shirt
everyone gets a bit nervous
I drive my trucks until Vegas
takes them off the board
I wore the same sport jacket
for all four years of high school
(ya hadda wear one...
I took it literally)
I've only had one cat
enough is enough
At one point in my life
ALL of my worldly possessions
fit into my Volkswagen
it was not a camper
Maybe i read too much
Thoreau in my youth
in defense of my actions
over 3/4ths of a century
it seem like a good idea at the time.

Premium Member Grandma's Old Wringer Washer -

In the 50's mom and grand
Had that old Maytag™ drum washer
It would twist and dance
~
Wiggle N turn
Like a baby wobble 
That old washing machine 
~
had a motor almost as big 
as a Volkswagen 
Boy, did love to wash them clothes

In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer -
~
shaped shaped like a barrel
 on top of it a wringer 
with a handle place in the clothes 
~
Too wring out put it in a wicker basket
And then take to the clothesline 
and hang up too dry outside

That task was a job., was a shore 
In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer -

In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer

12/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Premium Member I Cannot Let Go of Anything

Hey! Hey! Hey! We are going to Timbuktu today!
Sing croaking this is a frog family known as McCray
They pack their red Volkswagen into the ground
It won’t move a bit, steering wheel cannot move around

I cannot let go of anything little sister admits
Daddy gets angry and throws two masculine fits.
Mommy also refuses to take any suitcases down
So they get stuck staying all weekend in their town.


Premium Member It Was Slug a Bug Mctame

here comes that jack-o-lantern bug.
announcement made by my cousin Slug.
I was looking for something flying in the air.
the Volkswagen came up to my stair.

Hello! The owner said, happy and sweet.
I have come to say “hi” and to trick-or-treat
It was my old friend Slug a bug McTame.
Punching me on the shoulder used to be her game.

Premium Member Beetle

It was just a 1964 Beetle
dressed in its finest
VW red;
the best car
on the road,
spin on a dime,
driv’in  half a mile on fumes
with three spark plugs;
yes I said three spark plugs,
don’t you know the forth
wouldn’t stay plugged in,
it popped out every time and 
rattled around instead.
Another mile and a half
of sheer magic
and all mine.

Her taste for winter spent
and the drip, drip, drip
of rain on my head
from the ripped sunroof;
frosted on the inside,
drive with one hand,
while you scrape frost
with the other hand,
but It’ll get’cha there
kind of car...
yeah it was mine,
my first car
oh, that power.

Some cars 
do their duty 
until the very end,
that’s a 1964 VW Beetle.

Premium Member Lynette Loves the Seventies

Lynette was attached to the ambiance of the seventies.
She had a shag rug with large loops and flecks of silver.
Bulb like globs floated in her six lava lamps.
She replaced her accelerator pedal with a weird bare foot pedal.
Her house featured peace signs, happy faces, and free love slogans.
My favorite piece was a Volkswagen bus planter that yelled “perky”.
But in actuality, I liked the entire set up – her car and her house.

V W

Volkswagen- the word we use to stop
Whatever role we play in mid hop-
Was picked because there is no toy,
Position, costume, knot, or ploy
In a lifetime of sex that we’ve ever heard
That used or referenced that unsexy word.
We got the word that means "NO"
But we never thought of a word to "GO".
When everything pushes to a singular end.
When everyone rushes a hand to lend.
We wrestle from bed or sofa to floor
Clinching to see who’s gonna get more.
Something that means love with a fang
Something arousing, like “Bang Bang”.

Premium Member 1960

blue granny glasses 
bubbly lava lamp
yellow happy face
Mamas and The Papas 
Karen Carpenter
Embroidered blue jeans 
Flowered shirt for men 
Janice Joplin 
decorated Volkswagen bus 
Hip hugger bell bottoms 
Shag carpeting 
Hypnotherapy
1960's

Premium Member My Sixties Heart

Daisies in her hair
a Volkswagen bug
Giant yellow happy face
California dreaming
Beach Boy’s Music
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena
Sixties songs in my heart

Premium Member Art

imagination
peacocks and flowers
hippies and hippos
Volkswagen busses
dragons and witches

unicorns blue
faeries and elves
a Shangri-la
my happy place

cartooning
grandchildren
poetry

dancing
singing

art

Premium Member Memories Are Made of This

"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"

                                   Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842


I'd help milk the goat and feed our two pigs
and  loved being outside in the warm sun
picking potatoes whilst my father digs

We'd go to the coast it was so much fun,
driving for miles in dad's Volkswagen car,
dad would buy big ice creams for everyone!

My primary school was not very far
I'd walk there with my mother every day
academically I wasn't a star!

I was a tomboy, I  guess I should say
and never played with dolls when I was small
I dreamed of throwing sis's Barbie away!

Just a few memories, I can recall
I have many more... but won't share them all

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20/11/20

June Blessings

The days of  June are here,
You hear the sound of the songbirds.

The sacred birthdays of our children Kirk and his wife Jenn,
Happy Birthday to you both.

Health and happiness to you both with your children Merrick and Maya,
A very Happy Father"s Day to my son Kirk and all my relatives,.

Days of warmth and happiness,
Cottage days where you could enjoy the beautiful weather.

i remember the cottage days growing up,
Each summer our parents would rent a cottage.

Good memories,one year father rented an island,
He packed the Volkswagen with our clothes and foods.

Another time he rented a cottage at North Bay,
Near the water where you could walk in the shallow water.

Days we will always remember,
The happiness of summer.

Author : Gwen von Erlach chutz

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