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Jordan Hudson  Aug 2019
Veyron
Jordan Hudson Aug 2019
Veyron
Dubai plate
They all say
Gold chrome
Mall roam
Scraper town
The white gowns
Windows down
We inbound
Turbo sound
One turbo
Two turbo
Three turbo
Four
1000 horse
This the reason why
We all drive
In the night
Dubai night
Dubai drive
Take a ride
And fly
On the road
And go
Above slow
Speed mode
Quad turbo
This in your dreams
To have this speed
To be freed
America is free
UAE
Need for speed
One turbo
Two turbo
Three turbo
Four
1000 horse
One turbo
Two turbo
Three turbo
Four
1000 horse
Ivan Brooks Sr  Jan 2018
Poems
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Some poems are like classic cars
They're old, bestsellers and great
Very famous and heavyweight,
Their legendary tales told at the bars.

Some poems are like Lamborghini
Fast, loud and stir up different emotions
They are magical and perform like Houdini
Taking us beyond our wildest imaginations.

Some poems are like a Ferrari
Fast, loud, costly and mindblowing
Some went through fine tuning
Ready for the adventurous desert safari.

Some poems are a Mercedes SLK
Fast,affordable,famous,people's favorite
Upon sight, people just stand around and talk
Every time we see them we celebrate.

Some poems are simple and great
Some are so good and impossible to rate.
Some will keep you woke
Brilliant and so off the hook!

Some poems are so romantic
Appealing to one's fantasy
Some are just so demonic
Embellished with total heresy.

Some poems are like a Rollsroyce
They intrigue us
Classic, historic, famous
They embody royalty, very luxurious.

Some poems are like a Bugatti Veyron
very costly, fast, collectible
Loved by kings and Barons
Making our speed appetites insatiable.

Some poems are Mustangs
Muscles, deep, street savvy
Gruesome like hunger pangs
They are powerful and heavy.

Some poems are like Teslas
Clean, smart, rich people's favorite
Costing the average people accessive dollars
They are smoothly written and moderate.

Some poems are like a Koenigsegg
Fast, rare, collectible and very costly
They instantly sweep you off your one leg
leaving you like '' seriously! ''

Some poems will make you go WOW!
And some will make you bow
Making you feel inferior to the poet
Especially the ones written by a laureate.

Some poems are mundane
containing things to drive you insane
Some poems are just cool
but contains useful cools

Some poems have powerful impacts
they contain deep knowledge and facts
Some poems are very good
Some will nourish you like food.

Some poem will bore you
Some poems will entertain you
Some poems will enrich you
And reach you wherever you are.

Some poems will set your mind on fire
And leave lasting impacts like screeching tires
Some poems are just incredible
Revealing things that are relatable.

Some poems are wonderful
And some are prayerful
Some are a little bit radical
And some are somehow political.

Some poems are just ordinary
Yet they're devotion to start early
And motivation to use during the day
Something to take you all the way.

Some poets are so creative
their poems are just amazing.
Some are outright provocative
Yet their works are just fascinating.


©️ #IvanBrookspoetry✍️
Poems have many attributes or characteristics ...help me if I left some out.
Hasan Maruf  Jul 2017
Wild Fire
Hasan Maruf Jul 2017
Civilized people are cantankerously
Fighting, as if they are drawn
Into a macabre of horror

The Damascus or Aleppo is now dousing
The wild fire flung by the mad king
Gutted them from hospital bed to dinning drink
Moscow mutters its usual promises
Of the remedies to halt the sting

It is little wonder that the east is blank
When dragon flew from the west
Gurgling the blaze from its bulletproof vest
Some in the east have not even seen wild fire
In their harem, new anguishes wrung
For blousing the orifice of their blood bank

Abbottabad, which once fatigued the debris
Has been dishonored with the myth of Grand Prix
Contested between sleek Bugatti Veyron and Lamborghini

Unhappy lands are now divided between
The empires that can cease the territory
Orchestrating tussle between predators and prey

People are terrorized as their
Defenses are badly breached
Meanwhile, Mad king reigns supreme
Dreaming of a New world order
Where monsters fighting monsters are legalized
To an extent where humanity is
Decomposed into an atomic device

This continent is now like a vessel
Lost in the storm by its own undoing
The goal for its citizen is to survive
As the mad king is ready to jab in the boxing ring
To flatten you in front of your offspring

Far East is wedded between the cow horns
And the lavishness of dark ****
Or some say, between the missiles of the north
And the giant Eagle which is hovering back and forth
In a tormented and scourged peninsula burnt in wrath

The route all they have chosen
Will only welcome wrangling dispute
Among the priests, lords and cash kings
To wield their tantrum whether Solomon’s IQ
Was fluke in the Daniel’s Court of lucky ******?

Even, when the apparitions from the land of unseen yield
To the higher hierarchy who are pulling the strings
There must be a new world order is on the offing
Sacrifices have been made, a dictum has been uttered
The chained armies are to be liberated, barriers are to be broken
The topography of this earth will be dashed in the lashing wild fire.
Donall Dempsey Jul 2021
SOUND OF BREAKING GLASS

"So..." smirks my reflection
stepping out of the mirror
glad to be its own man

"It was getting mighty crowded!"
it shock its curly locks
"Too many faces in there!"

I gazed at the Nagant
it now levelled at me
a rather hefty gun for a reflection

"How come I'm Irish and
my reflection is Russian?!"
"Заткнись!" it yelled

"I have been working
undercover for 64 years
it was hell being your reflection!"

"So comrade...move it!."
the muzzle in my ear
had me convinced

I stepped into the mirror
its glass freezing me into
the world of reflections

it was like being buried
under ice strange to be
on the other side

my reflection threw a hearty
"на прощание!" over its shoulder
left in my Lamborghini Reventón

I could see the reflection of my
Amazon Echo Dot (4th Generation),
Smart Speaker with Alexa

"Alexa...play Nick Lowe!"
I commanded it
"I love the sound of breaking glass!"

I was shattered
"Thanks Nick...thanks Alexa!"
now to hunt Down Home

my traitor reflection
where ever it may
have gotten to

"Oh oh safe
at last
sound of breaking glass!"

I sang loudly as
my Bugatti Veyron EB 16.4
hurtled through the night. . .



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"Заткнись!" ( "Zatknis'!" ) is of course "Shut up!" in Russian and  "на прощание!" ( "Na proshchaniye!" )is "Goodbye."
Telefon is a 1977 spy film starring Charles Bronson based on the 1975 novel by Walter Wager.
After the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Soviet Union planted a number of long-term, deep-cover sleeper agents all over the United States, spies so thoroughly brainwashed that even they did not know they were agents and can be activated only by a special code phrase. (The phrase is a line from the Robert Frost poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", followed by the agent's real first name. It is spoken into the phone by one Donald Pleasence ). Their mission was to sabotage crucial parts of the civil and military infrastructure in the event of conflict.
More than 20 years pass, and the Cold War gradually gives way to détente. Narrowly escaping a relentless purge of old Stalinism loyalists, Nikolai Dalchimsky (Donald Pleasence), a rogue KGB headquarters clerk, travels to America, taking with him the Telefon Book which contains the names, addresses and telephone numbers of all the sleeper agents. He starts activating them, one by one. American counterintelligence is thrown into confusion when seemingly ordinary citizens blow up what were formerly top secret facilities that have since become relatively inconsequential, and then either commit suicide or die in the act itself.
The KGB dares not tell its political leaders, much less the Americans, about its negligence in not deactivating the spy network. KGB Major Grigori Borzov (Charles Bronson), who is selected for his photographic memory, memorizes the contents of the only other copy of the Telefon Book. He is then sent to find and stop Dalchimsky quietly, before either side learns what is happening, which would greatly embarrass the KGB and possibly even start a war between the powers. Borzov is given the assistance of only a single agent, Barbara (Lee Remick), planted in America years before.
So I thought that a deep undercover would be to pose as someone's reflection...hence this unlikely tall tale.

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