The Blues won’t ask
permission
as it infiltrates
your soul
Each riff a lesion
around your heart
each wail
heartbreak untold
The Blues wont grant
forgiveness
for those roads on which
you strayed
But the thing it wills
inside you
is the mojo
— that you play
(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)
Blues Poem #20
Used carcase dealer
got a crash dummy discount
for the
covetous consumer
Pyramid chain customers
all have the
Pharaoh chariot lust
Crypto-coin tarnished souls
want a cartel vehicle
to transport
their false profit cargo
“You need a boss eighteen wheeler,”
says the
dark sunglass, shady-voice dealer
“Something catacomb big
to a-carry your
Faustian minnow bait load
I suggest a coffin-lined rig,
with a trapdoor
to cattle prod secure goad”
With a snake charmer drone,
the crafty saleswoman
viper spit rattled on and on
Raising the heat of the fever pitch,
she suggestively hissed,
“Don’t you feel that Route 66 itch
Get an added sixth gear,
and squeal hear the asphalt buckle below
The sirens, have no fear ...
blues on the take, gon be on cruise control”
“Purchase a roadkill deal, Dirt Devil eighteen wheeler —
And Judas silver grin sign
the blotted-out dotted line, ”
croons the black widow repo clad, used carcase dealer
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
two wheeler cage
pulled by horses
combat forces
in battle field
foes are in front
strength be
revealed
win to be sealed
king is waiting
For Contest:-
Sponsored by: nette
onclaud
Poem Title: Two
Wheeler cage
Written by:
bldevnath
date: 08.08.2014
Ronnie was born on October the thirteen.
Ozzfest was here on his first birthday.
Next year he will be twelve years old.
Nearly a teenager he will be.
Inch by inch he is growing up.
Every year he reminds me more and more of lil' coy.
Careless and daring he is.
Out going and full of life.
Young and healthy he will be for a long time.
Living life to the fullest.
Extra special in his own way.
Extra kind when he wants to be.
Wild and wacky on demand.
Hot under the collar at times.
Everybody knows him well.
Everybody likes him when he's not being a brat.
Love is not hard for him to show.
Everybody wants to slap him sometimes.
Ronnie is ronnie is ronnie.
** This poem is in memory of Benjamin Wheeler, one of the children who was a victim in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Benjamin was a skilled swimmer, a Beatles fan, and loved lighthouses.
Benjamin fills our bodies with warmth and love.
As he swims through the coldness to bring us happiness.
He will get us soaked but Benjamin's smile will dry up all our pain.
As he meets some of the Beatle members in Heaven.
The lighthouses will then light up the ocean.
For a bright and spirited boy has swam into the arms of the Lord.
He buys and sells all,
but says no to Satan 'cause
his soul is nailed down.
hthey are after the gold
in there face it shows
some have face mole
move where the wind blows
some plyed for the steeler
WHEELER AND DEALER
Poems of pleasure poured from a heart,
Verses laced with profound emotion.
Embellished the pages with titillating titles,
Expressing sincere sentiments,
Plainly written...from a passionate soul.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850–October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known
work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was "Solitude", which contains the lines: "Laugh, and the
world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone".
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For Brian's, "A LITERARY LOVE AFFAIR" Contest
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